bobcat awakened
complaisant bystander
confrontation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
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The Russian sheep are sleazier,
the Greenland sheep are fatter:
Trump therefore finds it easier
to carry off the latter.
Do nations have existence,
or do they count for nada?
The yardstick – size, or distance,
or the biggest enchilada?
The standard – be the victim spent,
complaisant, even skittish,
suggests that, by your argument,
America’s still British!
Where will it end?
When will it end?
Or will it only get worse?
It’s the twenty-first century curse.
Some say we’ve had it too easy
Become too complaisant
The thought makes me queasy
How did we not know?
Were we all so blind?
So thoroughly aligned
Our thoughts combined
In one voice
A voice increasingly weak
Victims of doublespeak
But is it too late?
Must we merely accept our fate?
Lord, give us a voice
For now we must make a choice
Will we be sheep?
Awake though asleep
Only time and action will tell
Can we still save ourselves
From this living hell?
First we must open our eyes
Close our ears to the lies
Only then, if we’re wise
Can we save our own lives
Every day the mouse thinks of being sacrificed
And counts its days of life glottalized.
But the mouse is somewhat complacent
Cause the care of human is complaisant.
The D-day comes
The mouse realised crises
And exclaimed, Humans are so egotistical!
Perhaps more statistical.
While in eternal sleep the mouse pondered
Do human hearts have become cloistered?
Not all but some, indeed
They give hope, only to recede.
The mouse sacrificed its life for human benefit
Yet human brought another one as refit.
Complaisant morning
A beautiful, sleek gem swag
Beyond the magic
How far I have come to meet you
Your ambition lies beneath your purview
How have you been, my old friend
Trapped, waiting for this torture to end
Tell me all about yourself, I ask of you
You're hard to trust, I construe
Trust me, for this time I will not deceive you
You can't deceive me, even if you try to
Then tell me who exactly are you
I am what you always knew
Veiled by your complaisant being
I hear you could make the sun rise, and the birds sing
I am no conqueror, I haven’t what you seek
You are the dawn to my perpetual bleak
It’s someone else you fancy, now leave me be
But we are one, can’t you see?
Let’s be together and set you free
Like we have in the past, haven’t we?
In a corner, you left me stranded
It wasn’t me; it was what others demanded
Oblivious I have become of who I was
Let’s find it together for a mutual cause
I will trust you this one last time
And one we shall become, you and I
A white gem shining in the black sky
A round beauty with a cool light
With a power to make us relax and rest
A wait for a fortnight to view the nature’s craft
In every angle it’s a new design and new look
In every location it’s a fresh form and a wish norm.
A cotton ball or a butter ball - a pal for all
A silver coin or a platinum ring - a king of lullaby
A creamy round or a milky balloon – a soul soother
Dark nights get a makeover with a white spot
A symbol of beauty, a combo of black &white,
Is a visual treat
A perfect blend of calm and beauty
A sign of completeness and complaisant
A foamy ball with many pretty features
To see the full moon in the sea
Or from balcony or window side
It’s a beauty hug with nature
-Sighted in the heart-
Sight her, Far away
Afar where only mind can see
Imagine how she look
Beautiful like a golden star
Shining like a morning sun
Colorful like the afternoon flower
Gentle like moon
She is an epitome of beauty
Her life is full of gloat,
Free like a floating ship,
Wide like an ocean
She never blink her eyes,
Unless in a beautiful manner
In her walking,
There is a lesson,
The right don’t move to touch the left
And,
The left don’t move to touch the right
I keep imaging the splendor of her beauty
Her beauty is not man-made
Her life is pure,
Cool to understand
Simple and complaisant
Too many to in-build,
But no time to infuse
Don’t be confuse,
With my mental way of compute
To like, it must be you,
But she isn’t always in the mood
She is too croon,
When her beautiful voice is cue
Her crew,
Is a strong hood
When I open my eyes,
I became mute
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day
That's the chant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Their lives were full of shoulda, coulda, and woulda's
They would get to someday
Which is now irrelevant.
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day.
Doesn't this piquet you in some way?
Have we become that complaisant?
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
They were people look at the survey
Their lives weren't insignificant.
Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day
They just couldn't break away
From the horrible intoxicant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
I pray
That people will read this and on their mind I can implant
Alcoholics and Druggies die everyday.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Stripped into auspicious
Feeding on vacuous
Tongue tied inversion
Masterful assimilation
Befuddled into coercion
The ******** on creation
A fortress in distinction
Disentangled from catipulation
Disemburdened from aberration
Digression from complaisant
Dispensation of prerogative
Perfunctory of repurchase
Left to right I look
Seeking for that something that is compatible
with my radical yet supernatural characteristics
The lenses of my eyes are swiftly shifting
Giving me this ultimate feeling that is often appealing
Triggering my inner thoughts as I stand there envisioning
Trying to seek what I've been missing
With my Benevolent attitude I compel with gratitude
And my soul is comprehensible and comprises with the surprise
As I speak these words I don't deny that I
Am a man that tries to keep a complaisant composure
Then try to decipher or deflect all the negativity
That I go through vigorously
I try not to be demented but I'm always tempted
To deploy my dispicable intentions
But whatever you do please never Mention
These are My Inner Feelings.
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
Counterfeited Christ
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Esoteric information
Delve into oracular verse.
Deadened faith
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Desolate road
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Hypothetical noose
Cheaply loose
Tightening
methodically
Suicidal salvation
Covertly clandestine
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
indoctrinate guilt
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
1.What world recompenses rain?
Kind unexpects nothing.
2.Earned wealth is to
help the deserving.
3.Rare to find anywhere
as helping acquiescent.
4.Gracious befitting alone lives
others classed dead.
5.Wealth of befitting wise
as people lake.
6.Righteous’ wealth, as ripe
fruit-tree at mid-village.
7.Nobles’ wealth is like
reliable medicinal tree.
8.Acquiscents never fail helping
even fortune drains
9.Complaisant becomes poor, bewailing
inability of bestowing.
10.Co-operating complaisant sell even
self, overcoming poverty
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetry.com on 13-12-13
Anger; Frustration.
Aimed at me, when it’s really misplaced and
Should be directed inward for introspection
Don’t reject the possibility of your own negative effect.
For your angst and desire to cut,
Past all you insecurities,
I can see you are hurting. Certainly!
How could you not, with all the apparent physicality
It is your spirit that is sacrificed, in actuality,
When your decision to stay becomes their reality.
At least do it for your children!
Your complaisant view of separation and departure,
deteriorates beyond the sanctity of mother.
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