captivating clubby chatter humourlessly unwind your fluster
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
It's not that I don't like you
It's just that I don't want to.
Popular I had no need
alone I would rather be
Social occasions afraid not
invitations, oops I forgot
Phone rings and rings and rings
no contact for home delivery brings
Knock on the door, than knock more
waste of time I only ignore
Living alone and loving it
island of one no regrets
Comfy house no need to clean
for company never to be seen
My life is full of me myself and I
we three get along and thrive
A social club for just us three
much to formal no need
Yes I do have contact with folks
enough to inform I am broke
They say in Heaven you will know everyone
visiting together joyful paradise fun
But for some I know
not sure the direction they go
As for me send to the smallest star
where a dim glimmer glows afar
Quiet and calm, peaceful eternity
The Social Club of I Myself and Me.
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
an elk rib rack frenched
pinot noir
garlic
slab bacon
pearl onions
tomato paste
mushrooms
celery
red bell pepper
cayeene pepper
thyme bay leaves
carrots
brown all edges of the elk in olive oil
allow to cool
add wine and salt
Mccormick seasoning
all to marinade for three hours
in a dutch oven
add oilve oil 5 T.
cook bacon !/2done
(1/2 raw add lastly)
sautee carrots, celery,
red bell pepper
add mushrooms and
remove from heat
and add the rib roast
pour in wine
add one cup of water
pearl onions
thyme and bay leaves
add tomato paste
season with more McCormick's
cook for 3 hours at 350.
make a gravy and mash potato's
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serve with a grilled veggie salad with goat cheese
and garlic bread
I sincerely hope that
not what you say
maybe you have
it wrong
Silly me
you might think I'm
joking
but i was only hoping
we could maybe dance
to our favorite song
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moonlight looks great on you
when you are wearing
something special
a kiss if you're
in the right mood
love got me in a blurred
perspective
Love's got me a little subjective
you're arousing me into
a mood
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Tablature
Mmmm
auh ooh wee
auh ooh-auh
ooh wee auh ooh
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isn't it so odious
these special moments
it's clear to me
is it as clear to you
ooh-ooh auh
;ooh wee
this has got to be
it's has to me
me and you!
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In the shadow of a grassroots granary,
dendrites sprout and axons climb the tree.
A cloudburst of neuroplasticity
feeds the ripening grain
as each one brings a fertile brain,
demonstrably insane.
Of spires of timbers tall,
mountains in the beauty of ancient.
The eagle’s flight takes my earthly breath,
as Native American spirit tales whisper
in the cool misty valley.
Lakes blue mirror the changing clouds,
sunlight dapples gold in the pine straw,
the deer with their grace.
I see my children the howling wolves,
their gray shadows loping through the
forest with their young.
Lumbering grizzlies dine on berries,
their cubs curious climbing a small
tree.
A hum of honeybees bobbing on
blooms.
Sierra Club is made up of so many
environmentalists to heal the
hurting earth.
Another generation joins in the cause
of her survival and a love for her.
The afternoon becomes a purple and
pink twilight,
crickets begin a starry song rising so
eloquent,
as the bats welcome night’s hunting,
with a whoosh of myriads of wings.
Thank you, Sierra Club,
this senior is proud to be a member. ~
There’s no member fee required
In the club “My Quaint Rebirth”
It’s a sheltered place, so quiet
It’s a paradise on earth
Drinks are free so are the snacks
Smoking is allowed
Come inside, sit down, relax
Get your pint of stout
You don’t have to say a word
If you feel like this
Anyway your word is heard
Never to be missed
Your most daring thoughts were said
Centuries ago
And most likely you have read
Some of them before
You were bound to come up
Just by chance, you think
Welcome to the beggars pub
Give yourself a wink
Everyone you see is friendly
No one talks too much
You feel safe and unpretending
In a place like such
And the only news you get
Tell of sport and weather
Makes it all soon to forget
Cause they blend together..
We've read of Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison and thereof
I want to introduce you to the Green Bay Packers 27 club
Of Starr, Favre, Rodgers and (tentatively) Love
the bull could do tricks the rest of us could barely dream of he told me.
Could stand on his hog, and race down the freeway at a hundred and three
Could outmaneuver every member of the gang, he was hell on wheels.
most of his tricks were secrets, hidden in long-standing conceals.
We made him the captain, the boss, the king of our club.
He takes his motorcycle inside when he soaks in the tub.
Trusting no one, for his family was pretty hard on him, liars too.
Can’t trust anyone, he told me once. Have not since I was two.
There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
That gut-wrenching feeling
When your world comes crumbling in
When your lungs feel heavy enough to drown
Meet me at the Broken Heart Club
Come in and take a peek
I promise it’s not a sight you want to see
Everything slowly dying
Our love included
Going to bed
Sweet, I love you’s leave my lips
Yet when I wake up, it’s all a dream
Can't even find your name
I knew it was too good to be true
I knew he didn't mean it when he said
“I love you.”
But I fell foolishly again
Making this mistake
Like it’s a cycle I can’t escape
Swallow down my pride
I’m tired of trying to hide
Welcome to the heartbreak club
Where sweet I love you’s
Turn into bitter words
Or a simple block
A piece evoking heartbreak, initiation, and resilience through friendship.
Relating to a club which may not exist in the literal sense, but exists in the spiritual.
A club for those who have felt broken, but lifted by others who have probably been through the same rituals linked to heartbreak.
Title.
Are you a member of The Midnight Losers Club?
(A lone voice whispers)
I joined last night
Went through the initiation
Got my heart broken in two
Took proof
Showed them all on the big screen
A picture of my ex-husband smiling as I stood crying
Now I wear the secret brand under my right sleeve in French.
Une fois brisés, nous nous relevons grâce à l'amitié
Car nous sommes membres du Midnight Losers Club
(Once broken but we rise through friendship
For we are members of The Midnight Losers Club)
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Of my nose, Pop said, he could not save
Thru his laughter, told me to be brave
Blood hit the ground and froze
Still, it gushed like a hose
Soon after, the dead, rose from the grave
Their pennies popped when they saw the flood
So, they dived on top and dined on blood
But, once they had their fill
They used the rest for swill
And left me face down, drained, in the mud
Then they turned their attention to Pop
He kept screaming and told them to stop
But, they all kept going
One hell of a showing
They said he was good to the last drop
Bluesy
swinging sipper—
Sax in fancy suede taps,
keys go snippety, ivory
sprinkles
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