¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the birds ¦¦¦¦¦ in ¦¦¦ the garden ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ heard the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ voice of Eve
¦¦¦ added to their own an oversound,
Her ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ meaning ¦¦¦ without the words.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ an eloquence so soft
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ had an influence on birds
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ she was in their song.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ her voice upon their voices crossed
¦¦¦ now persisted in the woods so long
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Never again would birds' song be the same.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Never Again Would Birds Song Be The Same by Robert Frost)
A deep gloom
Is your room.
Yet there's none plusher curtained.
Willow-hung.
Heart of sighs
Touched now cries.
Old ripples, therein waking.
Through what's sung.
As the Sun begins to set
Darkness creeps in, and yet
There remains a magical feeling
About which at present nature is dealing
The blue Sky gradually disappearing
As the night is patiently gearing
To bring in the black dark night
And surround us all until daylight
The white puffball clouds now disintegrate
Before our eyes the dark will infiltrate
Our minds our souls for a brief while
As in, the field, disappears the Stile
Covered now beneath the shroud
Of night now coming in calling out loud
In the foreground proudly standing still
The bushes whispering in the gentle winds chill
They will still be there tomorrow morn
Are they bushes or ears of corn?
Hard to tell in the sad dim light
As nature settles down for the night
Eventually when all the blue Sky has gone
The sound of night Owls will linger on
A silent solitude will reign
Until morning comes again
classic cran companion tunelessly twirlingly retiring
noiselessly in normalcy ,
lambertia on the glowing stairway
and whispering sunberry reflection
with prim parallel pass .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
At the edge of evening,
on a late-summer night,
the garden is pretending
it will last forever.
Lilies lift their pale trumpets
through the violet hush;
roses crowd around
the knees of two girls in white.
They bend over
their paper-moon lanterns,
shielding the wicks,
watching them flicker gold.
Do you remember those days
when life was so simple,
when dreams seemed real,
our faces aglow in the light?
How night arrives
as it always does,
quietly, leaf by leaf,
darkening the garden around us.
Still, the lanterns remain—
each one a little kept summer,
each one saying
not nothing will be lost,
but carry this:
there is enough light
for the next remembered step—
two small shadows
following the lanterns
home.
.
fromg
zonez erogenous
note'did
hern goose'z bump'did
')
.
if'n leonardo
caught glimps
thuh
uv she
hern
in thuh louvre
'stead
would hern
hang
purty little
she
* y'all doez know
this thuh
be
"royal dip"
<]')
If you could feel it
As to be healed of
Tis that, with Day lamented
Soft eves, whose peace in.
Trace whose blown features
Lulled away so are
Tis those, with Day on its pyre
Soft eves, pink within.
.
due respect
regard eve
hernself
it be nap'er'noon
thus
softly tramp'd
mine
(tuh capture mine think
'pon slip)
past limp
her
'cross laundry
thuh
into mine study
tap'em
.
sexie
girl
lady
woman
up night
at
lovuh
tap
* this write werks be'n read
in one quick breathe <]')
.
not even
mine persuade
think's
lasso'd theirn fidget
az up
hern raise'did
hips
thoze soft taut
leg'z 'to
kneez
hern slanted visage
introduce'en incite'en
seduce'en
mine think's touch
instigate'n
mine salacious
digit's
'pon this machine
drip
.
mine feelz
thuh hot
nymph's
in bursts deep sleep
breathe
')
So many years ago, in the nineties
Yes, in a commercial school
You taught me
Oh, beautiful teacher, heavenly lady
I loved you, from the beginning,
And now I still love you
Time. Hmm. Fate. Distance
Separate us, but I can not forget you
Beautiful woman, you are in my heart
Always, at every time, I just think about you
Do you remember me? I was sixteen
And you a very young beautiful teacher
I can't delete you. My heart is my commander. I love you
Please, remember me, my soul was clean
Still waiting for you
I needed you, beautiful lady from my past
I won't forget you for decades
Your memory erased everything from my mind
I think, I wish, I dream, I imagine only you
Beautiful lady, you refreshed my life
You gave me a new style, a new life
From far away, from the mountains of Mátra
You, the beauty and diamond of Hungary
I love you, hmm, but why? You are silent
Do you enjoy my suffering? I think yes
But you must know, my heart is honest
My witness is Fryent County Park
These lines were written from here
Remember this guy always
He loves you, a crystal stream
I'm such a strange individual,
Sometimes I'll parade with a smile,
Other times stewing and curled into a ball.
I'm such a wounded individual,
Yearning for love like a neglected child,
With wrinkles of her own.
I'm such a weird individual,
Wherever I notice everyone going,
I run from there and am called to isolation.
I'm such a timeblind individual,
Existing in this world of realities,
Floating inbetween as timezones shift.
I'm such a contradictory individual,
Intellectual and intuitive but naive,
Timeless and aging simultaneously.
I'm such a human individual,
Navigating the realms again,
Knowing not how many times she's been here before.
MD
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