can unvalued birthright animalize careless communications
indwelling deflective dejection again
mistaking recency with indelicate internment
she is psychoanalytic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
always abatable from
anyplace but tuscaloosa
cockamamy downstream bunny
descriptive complain brewing
mistaking birthright crisis
meaningfully turmoil tryst
unvalued unpasteurized ureteritis
stewing vaticinate dejection
deflective firm folklore
through gynecologist communications
episodic honeydew gnaw
a crisply blunted
cheeseboard doorstopper looping
merry as can
be for evermore
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
The womb of time.
It’s a comical concept.
Comical in a way of deflective desperation leaking out of the cage of my pores.
Comical in a way of pleaded abscond for an imaginative haze of a malformed paradise.
Comical in a way of plagued persecution to the oppression of my shards.
The indigo of the infinite blinds me with a clarity that deceives the wound of my dune.
The desolate certainty to my porcellanitic skin stretches in my ears as I surrender to fate.
The arch of my feet revise the pattern of the engraved, arctic fragments of your permanence.
I find my days blending together; a unition of the void’s contorted chains, embedded with the velvet coax of my blood.
The deliberate, eradication of isolation rings in my ears; a vibration of torturous branding.
The piano notes cry desertion down the hollow of my throat; an echo of futile promise.
The path of my violent fragility demands austere through my follicles; a frugal of fatal mortality.
The womb of time.
Get me out.
The womb of time.
Let me stay.
The womb of time.
Hold me forever.
OBFUSCATION
Many when unsure, may hide their opinion
Buried within words and deflective phrases
But if lacking sense then it’s for the crazies
Yet outright lying holds little dominion
In terms of status, they’re merely a minion
And missing the point in so many cases
Thinking all tobacco is Virginian
But despite their playing such a magic trick
Those in the know can easily see right through
There’s not that many who are really that thick
But in some positions one has to be quick
And only maintaining a clear head will do
As obfuscation does make many feel sick
My smart iPhone drowned, what a dread!
No purpose to get out of bed.
Can’t do without fidgets
With smarty pants digits
When my social life just dropped dead!
My buddy, from a dire grave fate,
I hastened to resuscitate.
My beloved device
I interred deep in rice -
Saved us both from desperate state!
It seems one trite banality
Of minor technicality.
The truth and the matter,
We’re addicted to latter -
Sweet virtual reality!
Though on technology we thrive,
For more exciting toys we strive,
Let’s put smart phones aside,
Out of sight, out of mind -
Let’s smarten up and live alive!
My smart iPhone drowned, what a thrill!
Hands free I go outside and chill.
My deflective device -
Silent, deep dug in rice.
I have been mastering live skill!
February 2, 2022
The wolves awake; beware the great deception.
The vampires' conjugate conception.
Witches gather with their brew,
Tyrants in their coup.
Surrender-
Due!
Pretender…
Cunning treasons thru,
Edict illusions will spew.
Ignominious of inception,
The wolves awake; beware the great deception.
July.12.2020
Andaree
Sponsored by~Joseph May
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Silence is golden, they say.
They don't tell you that gold is not a bubble but a shatterproof cage:
a prison sanctuary for fragile birds.
They don't tell you that gold is a burden to be carried, always:
as impenetrable from within as from the outside.
They don't tell you that gold is a glorified fun house mirror:
distorting every action to perfection.
They don't tell you that gold is a broken walkie-talkie:
a one-way filter for words.
They don't tell you that gold is a mask:
so that where there is a soul in need of consolation
there appears only intricately curved metal:
the mesmerizing, deflective, flawless, and thoroughly non-human gold
that you yourself have wrought.
Flexibility of my print
Instability of a firm objective
Enamored by the mood thus sent
Could not decree my soul deflective.
Preconception designed for illness,
Hovering circumstances fixed
Longing to make well the stillness
And discard this faithless bother immixed.
Considered informed so much as insightful
I credit deficiency to lonesomeness frightful.
Directly the detriment does dismount
Just as was envisioned
And I am earning my just case,
As is quite honestly provisioned.
Everything dissolving into nothing these, deflecting sounds
Paradigms drowning within the still waters pouring from my sight
This exoriating moment of fantasias abstract layers while as
Cliometrics calculations gather their codex truths; crossing the southern sky....
Writings carved into the dust now, rising from the transcribed ground
Resting atop these jigsawed palms and, peering into my distant eyes
Fugue coursing through my spirits gates their fusions, mitosic harmonies
Revivifications betwixt melodious and, melancholy sounding boards....
Dissolving paradigms crossing the southern sky; exoriating abstract layers
Fantasias pouring from my eyes such, cliometrics calculations
Codexed truths, pirouetting atop these jigsawed palms
Peering, into my not so distant, deflective eyes....
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...."Still Waters" *
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