intrusive elements enwrap me nauseating wholesomeness will you retrench my dreary blitheness contortion ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
intrusive elements enwrap me
Nauseating wholesomeness
will you retrench my dreary bicoloured contortion ?
compromise not your wholesomeness . for they to will be as clogged contortion
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
I heard cries
saw swarms of fist
crack heavens walls
I knew at a ripped age, how
and how not to be.
Nights, I held these ears closed
in hopes to drown this house
that shook like an earthquake.
I learned to pick up clouds of
body parts that lingered from
stormy rains
I wiped mirrors clean with bleeding
hearts, stuck in sunken repeat.
Thorns pricked these tiny fingers
as I placed mishaps of I Love Yous
in glass jars.
I saw my mothers pinched face in a
constant contortion of why's, masked
by pleasing smiles to ease the thunderstorm
I was nine picking up shattered formalities
calling dysfunction normal
I remained quiet, hid in cupboards that
were dollhouses
But, the floods that consumed her washed ashore
and these ears were now home to roars that once
echoed in her room
CURVED CONTORTION
rainbow
manifestation
of
twisted
fervent
melange
paints
linen
of
frayed
longing
as
sanguinity
sonata
nonsensical
noise
of
soul’s
surreptitious
resonance
within
leitmotif
of
life
in
existential
lattice
distorts
essence
embedded
in
convoluted
conscience
deviant
Rainbow rhapsody
morphs into morose mélange
of fractured fervor,
sordid shades of blue
paint linen of love, frayed.
Sanguinity songs turn
into nonsensical noise
echoed by soul, arcane.
Leitmotif of life seen
through indolent cynic lens
of distorted essence,
magnifies manifold
into crooked contortion
of convoluted conscience, aberrant.
“The fervent garden grieves as the frail flowers called love
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet
The rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange,
bleeding colors bleached from the twilight zone clouds
that rainstorm daubs as blemish on dilapidated essence
when the shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
The requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley,
the petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew,
desiccating in somber sunshine in the deserted mind,
while the fallen flowers make frail bouquet of passion.
Cacophony encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody,
chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves of desire.
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of the senile life,
music turns to convoluted noise echoed by the battered soul.
As you drift away blowing a devastating storm of apathy,
my fervor is fragmented to lie in the debris of ecstasy.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
magnifies into the crooked contortion of decrepit heart.
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs melted
into morose mélange,
scattered in sullen sky.
Bleeding colors bleached
from twilight cloud
ruinous rainstorm daubs
as derelict blemish
on abandoned shards
of broken heart.
Shades of blue
permeate pining
frayed linen
of lost love.
Requiem of roses
resonates profound
in melancholic concerto.
Drooping petals languish
for dripping tear drops
of mourning dew,
desiccating dismayed
in somber sunshine
in deserted mind,
where for bracing
cold desolate stone
fallen flowers
make bouquet
for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled
in suffusing cauldron
of mute melody,
lost in tempestuous sea
of incongruent tune,
chaotic symphony
dismantles harmony
on discordant waves.
Synthetic smiles sneer
scarred scenario
of lonesome life.
Sanguine songs turn
to convoluted noise,
echoing in solemn soul.
Lattice of life
seen through
languid cynic lens
magnifies mystified
into crooked contortion
of eschewed essence.
he paused
pushing himself on the soft leather
shaped by his years
-Happy
his eyes beaming
below the arced trellises of his greyed out eyebrows
Dion rested at his grandfathers feet
His face in a contortion of bewilderment
-No, I mean as a job
The old man grasped a freshly iced can of
some sugar filled gloop
and poured it between them both
He gave a chuckle
disguising it as a cough
as the child held the glasses together to better measure the gloop
before placing one in his grandfathers hand
The giant princes and 7 people doesn’t have the same ring
-Okay what about Grumpy
pulling a fake gurn to his face
the tickle of his beard causing him to sneeze to easily
Dion yawned his grandfather wiping the sleep peadrops from his eye
Bashfully I must leave
but my grate NESS
Is documented
My hands are sutured
behind my head.
I lie like a fallen yield sign
on the side of the road.
My path is yellow and humble.
My hands separate. Pull.
And split open the back of my skull.
Evolution takes place in the gaps
of solitude being locked in a room,
away from all influences.
Natural and spiritual become one law.
And I yield . . .
Pried open with my crowbar
hands, the grey matter separates --
creating an entranceway
for new experiences.
I was flying beguiled in my seamless sapphire sky,
surging storm of agony from nowhere slashed me down.
No one ever cared for the injured beleaguered bird
that I hided within me clasping the broken heart.
Rhapsody of rainbow morphed into morose mélange,
bled baroque colors bleached from the twilight cloud.
Rainstorm spread spoilt debris of the splintered spirit,
the sordid shades of grey painted the frayed linen of love.
The requiem of roses resonated in melancholic medley,
the petals pined with dripping tear drops of morose dew.
Desiccated in somber sunshine within the deserted mind,
the faded flowers made the posy of passing passion.
In dissonance encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody,
disordered symphony got dismantled in the discord waves.
Strained smiles sneered the scarred scenario of split lone life,
songs turned into convoluted noise echoed by the sliced soul.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens,
magnified into crooked contortion of deformed essence,
forcing me to get disoriented in the waste of wreckage,
as the ruins of strained emotion dissipated building tension.
White rope of sunlight
Tethered through my chest
Shot clean through to my spine.
Gordion knotted to my backbone.
I can feel the knuckles of it
Between my shoulder blades.
Pinching rope with a yawn.
No contortion reaches the lonely
Mark, the treasure on a map.
I have never begged for the sword,
I never imagined needing it.
My wrists are too weak,
Sinew is salt, muscle manicled.
Sometimes, as if in a dream
The rope slackens as sunlight
Slips beneath the sleep crusted
eyelid of dusk. Dust on the
windowsill dances—-Celebrating.
Is it for me? A reverie? Or
The potential, praise for one more day
Unswept, unkempt, a knot of effort
Unmassaged can swell to blackness.
"You must never say never."
Quote _ Rowan Atkinson
Rowan Atkinson
the hapless Mr. Bean with his facial contortion
visual, physical comedy with witty deadpan delivery
a changeable chameleon- part of great comedian history
Mirror contortion
Confidence is everything
Twisted alchemy
Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange
Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud
Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart
The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley
Petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew
Desiccate in somber sunshine in the deserted mind
Fallen flowers make bouquet for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled in the cauldron of mute melody
Chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of lone life
Songs turn to convoluted noise echoed by the soul.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
Magnifies into crooked contortion of distorted essence.
'Liberal,' merely a sentiment
'University,' no longer a word
'Zionist,' perverse contortion
'White privilege,' racist extortion
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