The moon was high, the night was still,
The shadows danced against my will.
A whisper curled beneath the door,
Like something I had known before.
The candles bent, the cold wind sighed,
And something ancient stirred inside.
No spell was cast, no words were spoken,
Yet something old had come unbroken.
For magic lives where fear takes hold,
In whispered tales and secrets told.
It waits beyond what eyes can see,
In dreams that set the spirit free.
But witchcraft ends where truth begins,
Beyond the veil, beyond our sins.
For there are things no spell can bind,
No charm can cage, no curse confine.
And later still, when all is done,
When night gives way to morning sun,
I'll stand where darkness meets the light,
And know that I survived the night.
For what is feared may lose its power,
And what seems lost may bloom a flower.
The deepest magic, fierce and free,
Is finding who you're meant to be.
And if the shadows call my name,
I'll face them without fear or shame.
For even when the stars burn bright,
My soul belongs to more than night.
climbing again
? always
assumed at
confine cost
or fallacious
boardwalk whacking
my unlipped
tongue can
misread and
stomp your
plastic shark
outlaw rebelliously
questioning generalist
cushioned rubbish
mutely muddled
disregarded draftsmanship
from beloved
husband potomania
dibble straying
innately downriver
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • October 5–11, 2026)
The banality of evil
Could’ve been a Devil’s plan
But he never signed the deal
He’s a decent kind of man
He’s aware of dialectics
Without evil there’s no good
Both are slaughtered in eclectic
Caesar salad that he could
Purchase in the local store
For the evening meal with wine
Just the same as day before
Good and evil to confine
But the line is fast to blur
And the meaning quickly sunk
And it clearly occurs
That he’s tiddly, if not drunk.
The mind has
its own bleak landscapes
that freeze the will,
confine the soul
to an inner space
no larger than the self.
I know such worlds
of ice - dark ones
that press against
the window and give
no light. I am familiar
with the howl
of its bitter winds
that pick at every crack
as if trying to get in.
I have felt
its icy grip tighten
almost to the point
where I could not
draw a breath.
I know too
of other places
in the mind, deeper ones
that plumb almost
to its source
and summon landscapes
of an inner calm where
there are trees,
wide undulating plains
and rivers winding
their glistening way
to the sea. Landscapes
that are drawn
from the sacred,
composed of poetry
and prayer and carry
the faint recollections
of a somewhere
not far and yet,
a lifetime away.
Here I lay faced between love and loyalty.
Love, I took years in my life learning you.
Making my heart race and spin thinking of you.
Does anyone else remember like me?
Do they know the struggles you endure with a closed soul.
I can only imagine from a safe distance.
I loved you… it’s been you for years baby.
Loyalty, when I pursued others you still laid deep in my heart.
Embedded tissue deep of my mind.
I still thought of you. When I didn’t feel whole I always called you.
5 years of merciless pleas cause I felt my existence must lay with you.
I never second thought or had any hatred.
Still after this long time I would remain foolish and still wait for you.
“ Can we try again “ ?
My dearest, I forgive you always cause I can’t forgive myself.
No matter how many times things go wrong,
my devotion never turned away from you.
I confine myself to still have a small flame of hope.
Just to see your sweet smile once more.
Allow those coffee eyes to close.
Try to visualize the sea,
a blue moon touches a sea of glass
as I draw you close to me.
See shooting stars light up the sky.
Feel my words caress your ear,
my lips stroke yours, a spark ignites,
are my thoughts becoming clear?
An evening breeze blows golden sand
as your robe drops to the floor.
The stars explode excitedly,
should I stop? Do you want more?
Soft naked flesh in midnight blue.
Fingertips run down your spine,
embrace the rush of lapping waves
as my fingers dip Divine.
Can you feel the fires burning?
Their flames samba through the night,
the native drums giving rhythm
while my tongue brings sheer delight.
Please take a moment, breathe the air.
Time to enter your confine,
I'll ride the ripples to the shore
so relax! Tonight, you're mine.
Now close your eyes and visualize
tidal waves crash over you,
your body's aching, out of breath.
Sweet release brings passion's hue.
As your memories fade,
I also want to shed
those moments from my mind
which I cannot regain.
Why do I hurt myself again?
Why to carry this pain?
If you cannot be mine,
then why should I confine
memories that only give me numb pain?
If you can live without me,
why should I not let those memories flee
to the unknown,
from where they can't find a way again on their own
and can't make a habitat in my mind again?
Tell me, if you are living happily without me,
why are your memories causing such pain?
Oh Almighty, hold me one more time,
give me strength.
Wipe away all those painful moments from my mind
that are causing strain.
If he cannot be mine,
then why should I carry such pain?
The Mind—misplaces common Roads—
Yet finds a Secret Way—
Where others walk in measured Steps—
It wanders—into Day—
A Thought—too bright—for narrow Rooms—
Breaks quietly the Frame—
And in its Fracture—builds a World—
Untitled—yet the Same—
The Clock—refuses such a Brain—
Its Hours—will not confine—
For Time—becomes a pliant Thread—
Wound loosely—through Design—
The Crowd—may name it “Elsewhere”—still—
Or whisper—“Not as We”—
Yet Stars—are but Divergent Fires—
That keep Infinity—
So let the Mind—unfettered—move—
Uncharted—unapproved—
For every Soul—misunderstood—
Holds Truth—yet unproved—
A Nonet is something that I like
I need to think of words to find
That will fit on the next line
But then I must confine
Words to get it right
Therefore I write
A three piece
Two please
These
Ode
Ballad
Kyrielle
May do Haiku
A funny Limerick
Down the page an Acrostic
Perhaps I will write a Sonnet
But have finished off as a Nonet
Captive Soul
A mask of smile, a fortress lie
A cage existence when question lie
A fragile whisper, a silent plea
To break free wild and truly be
Fears of shadows dark and deep
Where secret lie in slumber keep
Bars of judgement, confine my flight
Shadows of doubt, eclipse the light
Feathers ruffled longing to soar
A captive sport forever more
A bird yearning to break free
A silent prisoner just to be
A whisper echoes, soft and low
Awaiting courage, yet to grow
Until the day, I break the chain
And soar on current without pain
2025.08.08
Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smile.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas.
The manager's position is still vacant,
I did not want it to be taken, by anyone other than you.
Because I had promised you,
And I always keep my words to you.
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confine in you
As I still like you.
Snow globe: a frigid, spherical womb,
dream-dusted in darkest December,
mothering the snow-smothered life within.
Shake and shatter the plastic confine,
break the incubator's glass coffin.
Stare into the resulting blizzard:
snowdrifts of memories mounding and settling.
A hush — as if the Atmosphere
Forgot its mortal Name —
And I — slipped out my finite Frame
As Dawn forsakes its Flame —
No Pulse — but some tremendous Calm
Enrobed the trembling Air —
And I beheld my “Being” — stand
Apart — yet everywhere —
The Earth — a dwindling lantern —
My Thoughts — unmoored — afloat —
They touched an unseen Architecture
The Soul keeps in its Throat —
A Corridor of Quiet — rose —
Unmapped by Flesh or Fear —
And something — tender — beckoned me —
As if it longed me near —
But then — a tether — delicate —
Drew me to Breath again —
And stitched my Spirit to its Clay
With one familiar Pain —
I carried back the Certainty
No Scholar can confine —
That Life is but the Narrow Door
To Rooms of the Divine --
My black hole love is aggressive
By nature I am possessive
May be, I’m not that impressive.
My black hole love is permanent
To capture you, I'm not impatient,
but to confine you on commitment.
To Derry, who reached beyond the pen
To seek the sun and fluffy clouds
A flash of green and you were gone
With headdress regal and so proud
Upon the leafy giants, there you sat
To see the world, with little eyes in awe
Behind your home and mirror void
No image within, the seed untouched
Just silence to fill the endless gap
No Derry or sweet song and chatter
What happened to you, proud little chap
Who preened with care those feather's green
Were you lost or pleases to rid the ties
Of human leash and small confine
Feel a freedom so divine and stretch
Those budgie wings to sail away
I hope you're safe and having fun
To swoop and dive upon the wind
And sing your budgie song so fair
That splash of green that soothes the air
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