a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
Standing strong with a sky reaching height
Visible from miles,very much in sight.
Standing tall in the middle of deep ocean
Bears the waves and winds,without motion.
Guiding the movement of huge ships
Shows the path to those on trips.
The light on top sparks so bright
Ensuring everything around is alright.
Showing the way leading to destination
Encouraging to move,being an inspiration.
The only hope in the dark deep sea
The beacon,one needs in position, to be...
Once I wished to become older,
Now I have become an adult.
The days I once loved have faded,
And turned into hardworking days.
The days I dreamed of enjoying
Have changed — now I greet my customers by saying, “Hi.”
The poor want to become rich,
The rich seek privacy.
Everyone is running like a blind horse for a reason.
We may all reach our destination,
But no one notices that we lost our peace along the way.
Once, people went on vacation to their parents’ home,
Now those vacations have become bonus days.
Blossoming flowers protect their buds from being plucked.
In the same way, our parents continue working for us
Even after we grow up.
As a child, I thought everyone was happy and good.
Now I see the same innocence in my son’s eyes.
Life is not only about being happy;
It is also about how we make others happy.
Everyone loves their destination,
But fails to enjoy the journey.
There is a path,we all walk on
There's no knowing, to travel how long.
The destination is unknown, the path is unseen
To unlock the mystery, we are keen.
We travel through the path,wherever it takes
It is the destiny, that God makes.
The Almighty guides us throughout
We need to continue, without doubt.
The path we all unknowingly walk through
Is created by God,our master...is true.
The path, with ups and downs, leads to the destination
We finally land on...that's God's creation.
Where is the dress, where I hold the edge of the seam
My formally flowing reservoir of dopamine?
Against her skin I made epiphanies of gold
Despite my tender age of several days old
I once vowed to not escape her silky touch
As I grew old, it turned trapping much
Beside her, now matured, I grasp my creation
She watches and grins; I met her expectations
Now with her gone, I must voyage for approval
For that is how the human mind copes with removal
Her warm aura of blossoming rosemary
It only turned out to be...temporary
I turn to face you now, Sir Statuary
Before I set off on this forever ferry
Could this destination become final?
Like my heart, which always ends on a high note?
Spending island time
adventuring into
the sunshine beaches
palms, bars
and vacation memories
bringing warmth
value and good vibes
to our health and soul
Defenestration must remain articulate,
they must know why they’re being tossed.
When the loud anger begins to deflate
a lot more than a line has been crossed.
What grows is a flare for the avant-garde,
that desire to push against the hardest line.
You may come out of the ride a bit scarred
as your soul and a vision begin to align.
Leaning in to this total transformation
harness a brand new heroic personality.
Unlocking an as yet unclear destination
I face the future with unwavering tenacity.
Winter wine,
a tune,
a poem.
You and I,
winter-bound,
gathered
along a winter road.
A solitary winter cloud
cuts its own way—
a blue vessel
carrying five,
held within
the hope
of a whale bearing its calf.
My dream is to travel to Alaminos, Pangasinan
To experience and enjoy the splendor of The Hundred Islands
A famous tourist spot with long beaches and white sands
Clear emerald waters catering countless amusements and fun.
A national park with 123 to 124 islands at limestone formations
Green mushroom-shape each, great for island hopping in all seasons
In kayaking, snorkeling, ziplining, cliff diving… I won’t sojourn
I’ll stay in various areas from Lucap Wharf, my perfect destinations!
I’ll visit Pilgrimage Island to see Christ The Savior’s giant statue
And the Station of the Cross--- nice spots to worship under the sky so blue
I’ll hop more on popular islands for fresh air, capturing the magical view
Marcos’ Island has caves to explore by diving or paddling a canoe.
my precise compass points to innermost heart
a microcosmic myrtle of macrocosm art
I journey inward this core, where lies my
Tree of Life ____
tasting amber resonance of Self’s sap
it cradles spirit, now a blissed viburnum
spaceless space kisses,
olive is ocarina enchanting,
enthralling, embracing
earth and heaven ~ discerning,
lemon heathered ____a garden
Core imbues form with ineffable frequencies
elusive is a holly terminal
spirit discerns tree’s essence,
agape agapanthus caped appears
belled garden knows
own’s every oak throb
benevolent bonafide biome,
pulsing life force
animating Being’s fluids
in pond stillness
translucent lotus opens
sublime perfumed
destination to heart core costs zilch
no other station can compare !
I’m wandering, lost in twilight’s haze —
Will you hide in your depths, my guiding maze?
My heart’s worn thin, like old lace in moonlight,
Can you be the rhythm… reborn, pure, bright?
Destiny frowned — but I won’t stay bound,
Will you untangle its knots, where truth is found?
I loved you true — no masks, no play,
Will you honor that love, come what may?
I drift through paths unnamed, unseen —
Will you be my harbor? My sacred green?
Maybe I stumbled… maybe I strayed…
Will you show me the way? No more delay?
I roam the edges of time, trapped, alone —
Can you be my sky? My verse, my own?
Listen… I’m lost — but not beyond repair,
Can you gift me peace? A moment to breathe, to care?
Embrace my dreams — wild, tender, raw —
Let them dance in your light, without a flaw.
I carry questions — soft, unsure —
Can you promise me this? I’ll be yours, pure?
Forget the ghosts? Or cherish them still?
Either way — will you make me feel whole? My will?
I wait… for grace, for a hand to hold,
Will you be that embrace? My story’s gold?
I’m lost — but longing to find my place,
Will you be the waiting? My sacred space?
I chose to go to heaven
To see the face of the Lord
And to see if heaven is as beautiful
As they say it is but
I also want to see my family
Who die and left me
Planning a dream vacation traveling through Africa.
An African safari, our dream to enjoy capturing the memories
by photographing. We’ll mingle and learn about the people
with different backgrounds, cultures, and traditions.
And enjoy the energetic ritual dance and rhythm of
the African drums. Camp under the ebony stars
with the wild scent of firewood.
Explore the wildlife in their natural habitats.
Marvel at the sight of the massive gray elephants
beneath sapphire skies as their butterfly-wing ears flap
in communication and to cool down. Observe their long,
dexterous trunk, a nose, and part of their upper lip,
used like a tool to drink, feed, work, and communicate
with people and their own. To enjoy in wonder while they walk
in a group like hills across a sea of bush or forest, putting one foot
in front of the other in a pendulum-like motion in a graceful
movement lifting dust into the air, as they travel to the nearest
river to drink and bathe in a peaceful color wheel. Of warm
golden hours of fiery oranges and deep purples.
12/23/2025
I don’t really need a dream vacation,
but if I had to choose a destination,
it would be a tranquil place like Antigua beach
(even though for me that's a little out of reach).
Nearby me there would be coconut palm trees,
and I would feel a warm, soft tropical breeze
coming from the stunning Caribbean Sea.
In a place like Half Moon Bay I might be.
I’d lounge on a chair set upon white sand.
Sometimes there would be a cocktail in my hand.
I’d take in nature’s beauty and read beneath the sun,
and later jump some waves or scuba dive for fun.
“Been there, done that” is my mood these days
now that I’ve arrived at my autumn-years phase.
Having sown my “adventure oats” when in my youth,
I’m happy simply being home, and that’s the truth.
If there’s really no limitation
Heaven is my dream destination
A place where all the best people are
The beautiful ones and our Father God
You get to meet people from all times
The greatest souls with the best minds
And all the animals who you love
That went to rainbow bridge above
The music there would be so sweet
Melodic and smooth unique of peace
I imagine the gardens so plush and green
Flowers and waterfalls clean pristine
No sadness there nor sickness at all
Everyone there happy having a ball
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