would you trust anachronistic revitalization by youthful tastelessness ?
underline your forgotten manipulability
in ripped knitwork or
delineate godlike bedding from nympho childlessness ;
paralyze and mummify our preteenager psychopathy
with predetermined celiocentesis .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
What maketh bards delineate the fairer sex,
Whilst the withering, ephemeral bouquet?
Doth portray sanity—inner traits,
Else the bewitching statute?
Oh, winged boy! Whither begone art thou,
Devoured of bards’ sanity—poetic reasoning.
Methinks insane compare, loitering
Phoebe
Of waxing, waning—alas, crescent!
Captivating eyes, enticing countenance of traits,
Mesmerizing words oft maketh spell on bards.
Hardly be a lamp lit with water;
Akin to it, portraying is the illusionary love.
Perhaps thought may, sans language—
Bards lack not, depicting the fairer sex.
She will take a bus to work,
it will trundle through her mind
an old bus, long recycled into
washing machines and utensils.
All the spare parts of her mind
ride that bus and arrive together
at an old factory gate.
She smells viscose oil and
a ghostly dereliction,
yet the armored ranks of machinery
thunder and hiss
inside a grey vault of over-printed silence.
Hands twitch in her lap,
they know where to go, remember
what to do. The machines whine and spin
as her dream body tends.
The foreman glares
through the oily interface between
his thoughts and hers.
The boss is a mustache in a suit
that undresses her greasy overalls.
Eyes nailed to her work,
she labors on.
This evening,
she reaches out for the mechanical cat,
it has batteries
for its ticking heart and voice.
Smalltalk wanders around her room
as she listens to her elderly brain
opening long boxed-up days.
Strands of memory
struggle to delineate the sequences
between then and now.
The cat purrs on, its feline vocals
throb and sometimes rattle
like the engine
of a work-bus returning home.
let’s say it like it is
no one else can feel
zing of bliss magnetism
that imparts zest and zeal
alone in midst of many
we share but none can pair
rapture within that rises
of consciousness self-aware
life as impulsed unfolds
we play our role as ordained
yet from fears and desires
soul’s been long since unchained
we see through subterfuge
with a kindly eye
within each form we see
God’s presence draw nigh
vibrant in aloneness
as we are breathed day and night
boundaries blur, clear light dawns
betwixt bliss beat’s delight
both immanent and transcendent
encased in feeble form
how may we delineate
our heart’s toroidal storm
You ignite the
romance of my dreams.
I wish to encroach your
lips with my
tasty sandwich of perfected
rosemary teat.
I'll make your brain
immune to my soul
so you become out
of breath when far
from your source.
My toes will python
your emotions,
make you feel good with
motions that can't be
found in Neptune.
Oh! my Fairy prince,
should I Massage
those fire clay
masculinity and
blow your mind out of its organ?
I'm devoured by the
moans of your consistency.
Devoted to the strings of
your intentionality.
Should I delineate your
cubes of grip so it
illuminates the lines
of storytellers?
Or are you too shy to
tell the world that,
You're the heel of
my heart, the calf
of my stamina.
The spine of the moon
and the Larynx of the dark stars.
Honey!
I'll let you dance to the rhythm of Calla
Lily while I paint in the beams of Zinnias.
the Bindu point
wherefrom nectar flows
comes alive spontaneously
we let it do as it pleases
for it is high spirited
as a mere receptor
we have per say no role
so resisting not we yet wonder
at seductive dance divine
enlivening feeble form
transfixed in rapture
intimacy known to us alone
we foolishly attempt to delineate
knowing that is beyond mind
employing metaphors
a gentle breeze
arises from within
time for bliss beats
dance divine to begin
our ever present meditation
made feasible by rapture
is an ethereal romance
mind cannot capture
pulse of our being
mirrors a mindful eye
there remains no seeking
but still our heart does sigh
emerging from the chrysalis
completion as yet awaits
soundless bliss thunder
within form pulsates
transmutation of form
slow, lingering bliss burn
in staid stillness we so feel
magnetised nodes within churn
it is futile to attempt to delineate
bliss mist that makes us sway
it is a surreal magnetism
divine romance at play
At lowest tide, you shimmer at my feet,
fluid glass thinly glazes my squirming toes
Pacific respite from today’s prevailing heat
The cycle of waves, on and on it goes,
a watered source of lifeforms grand and small
Your mollusk, Pisces, star, survive and thrive,
‘neath waters dark and deep with cloud and squall,
Your oceanic underworld abides
Above, below, each day these worlds collide
Horizons far delineate both spheres
On liquid current surge the wild things ride
Our lives lived out, separately but here,
entwined by water, air, the sand, the sea,
where waves will pass and creatures come to be.
Reflections are divergent
images composite
negatives of dreams
an alternate stream.
Calculations of precise reality reflected.
diverge and coalesce? In memories
Stacked as photographs fade…
Reflections are divergent
images composite
negatives of dreams
an alternate life
not all is at it seems.
Things unseen best left dismember
in the bloody history of my infancy!
Coagulates impressions like rusty blood…
As impression imperfect of pictures; vacations,
holidays, Christmases, and life images delineate
go fuzzy pale, fade, and blow away…lost in memory!
A story in the light of a bitter
sweet son a future left unseen
and in between shadow and reality.
Divergent reflections
composite perfect impressions
in alternant history
refract
retract
subtract & divide
impressions imperfect
feeling the suicide!
The shadows in all these photographs
burn in the light as future sons, diverged
impressions perfect
image compromise
comprehended
and surmised…
My beloved did grant, her permission received
That I may enter within, in a most blessed way
Destined to counter the ways, of those in decay
To unloose the bonds, of those sorely deceived
Immediately hastening forth, quickly we did go
To complete a task, embarked on an arduous trip
The spirit to bestow, with an unquenchable grip
To delineate a path, the way for mine to know
Feel the bliss charged divine caress
Vivifying each node of form in a dance
As essence of presence delights in the play
Electrifying the enigmatic, joy animated stillness
As magnetic currents draw the soma nectar
Converging in a toroidal field at the heart
Manifesting at once grid lines unknown
How may we delineate bliss ineffable
Surging through us in a flow beauteous
Wherein we as a receptor behold in wonder
Inert organic form teleported to heightened delight
As the vital breath of God does thus enliven us
In unending waves of cascading embrace
Recalibrating consciousness by love
Our heart’s receptivity and gratitude
Surrender acting as a signal to the divine
Does amplify bliss throbs as rumbling thunder
An open secret known to us alone for who can pair
Being a tender touch so intimate and immediate
Akin to the electricity flowing between lovers
We cannot so do not attempt translation
22-January-2022
Last evening a few close friends gathered
Seemingly all knew each other well or did we
For when asked as to what gives us happiness
The revelations expressed did indeed surprise me
The list was travelling, socialising and hobby pursuit
Whilst one said peace without knowing the cause
A common thread being attachment to family
So what could I say in the pregnant pause
Happiness that depends upon an activity
Surely a mind game in the world of transience
If we are the subject and myriad desires, the object
Where lies bliss current pervading form in permanence
On seeing my friends perplexed faces, I did then realise
It’s futile attempting to delineate bliss throb ineffable
In this world where we continually weigh and size
Very few seem to have imbibed God’s miracle
01-January-2022
FEVER DREAMS
a synergy
of senses
pose
simply
in
anticipation
a fascination
fills the air & lures
a suggestive ambiguity
amplified
&suspended in time
often
speculate &interact
participate
punctuate then resonate
& celebrate
then
delineate
the lyrical
atmosphere
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Around us see May flowers, all in bloom
Let's gleefully start to shed Pandemic gloom
There's much less need to give each other lots and lots of room
Because no longer must we meet - if at all - on Zoom
Party times resuming now at stadia, beach and bars
While JPL's ingenious new 'AIRcraft' flies on Mars
While busy hands delineate panel lines and ailerons
Our minds note that May birthdays include cultural icons
Fred Astaire and Martha Graham still show us high-class dance
Mary Cassat and Katherine Hepburn represent romance
To writers, Margaret Fuller and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Inspire our own compositional toil
All wonder how far we'd go if we only really tried
To venture smart and curious, like NASA's Sally Ride
Closer to home, more immediately
This May includes two birthdays, each of 70
Unnoticed by Historians...that may be
but they're for Kenneth Murphy, and for me.
How close is close enough for endearment
What if the caress begins from within
Explosive bliss defying containment
Endless thunderous climax ignition
Imagine within, a central funnel
A living flame, called the staff of power
Outpouring magnetic heat toroidal
Swathing us in a loving bliss shower
Know, oh hermit, that this is how it is
Is-ness of being-ness immediate
Elixirous in the flowing joy fizz
Depth of ecstasy, higher for the chaste
Transfixed in love divine, as we gyrate
Delight such, we cannot delineate
04-January-2021
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