cuckoo bystander
hippies hound
desecrate passing
shrewdly badmouth
siegfried bobcat
wake european
spirits enlisting
the globally
fortuitousness by
reading rhythmic
confrontation dutifully
fluster fission
spat and
unite your
sourness unlearned
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
Subtle tee preferred the company of those in sweet repose
His presence needless to say, an easiness would impose
We tried to engage him but this seemed to enrage him
So we settled for making him the subject of this prose.
I told them several times
This is not my place
Certainly I will go beyond!
It’s their turn
They appear in my dream
One by one
For a few minutes even
They make me feel, they are around
Soon I open my eyes, they disappear!
Shocked!
Mystery of these two worlds!
I live in one, disappeared they live the other!
In search of the other world
I dived deep
My goodness! It’s same! Commence with the event disappearance!
The one I live, appears real
Moments I live here, stepping stones
Mason in waiting in other side, path is disappearance!
See the tent in Egypt and the refugees -
the carpenter, his wife and his son -
gathered in a peaceful moment,
though hunted and on the run.
A joyful scene one evening:
held up by the man’s gentle hands,
the toddler took his first stand
on the soil of the slave-maker’s lands.
One small step for a human,
more profound than Armstrong’s deed.
A giant leap for all mankind
made to fulfil our greatest need.
For that boy just kept on walking
all the way to the cross and His doom.
So much greater that God stepped on earth
than ever man walked on the moon.
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Time
fleeting, vast~
a river without banks.
Space hums dark hymns where stars collapse.
Now.
A terrible experience Kelly was to suffer.'
The gestation system of the nhs here is hard to utter, the lack of indepth screening almost
Seems to set the stage.? A mini act of removing humanity.? In a variety of ways.?
This was not i think probable pre twenty
Twenty two.? Three words to indict a decade..To my observation.? Comes through.' Through all the rushed proceedures through much limited medical
Supply..Although black market drugs are
I hear in steady supply.' There seems also a
Strange concurrence with professors and
Junkies and would you beleive it some pharmacutical thugs, a climate train thats lost control and More unneeded septic bugs, there is to be an examination of this
Womans case i hear..' Is she to expect a fair appraisal.? Or just some jargon? Or in
Time you'll be better my dear.?
The quiet dawn, the sun’s first ray,
A hidden strength that saves the day,
The gentle rhythm of your heart,
Proof that wonder, a living art.
No grand display of sea and sky,
But simple grace as moments fly;
For every breath and every start,
A sweet miracle plays its part.
A TRAVELING ADVENT EVENT
Traveling,
I got lost.
In faith,
I journeyed onward;
My trust
Put in God:-
With circling
And squaring,
I soon got back
On my route:-
Looking back
On all this,
There’s a powerful
Message within
The time spent:
Christ’s birth, death,
Burial, and rising,
To navigate us onward:-
Frim the first of January Texans must comply, in order to access internet
Services I am informed.' Whether reliably
I do not know..)
Love is a random event
It doesn't speak of time or place
It happen unexpectedly or less expected
Makes you off guard or less embarrassed
Makes you blush and act in out form
The feeling is runneth over or bit awkward
There is such thing as out of place
Or miss place of something or out of tune
There is called out of company but secured
Love is a mystery yet happiness is content
The more you know but feels misunderstood
There is contrast but force more to attract
In the turn of event adventure can't be denied
Love hold both mind unfold that eyes meet
In flash of a second the hearts collide fully
What is there to complain but savor bravely
The moment jive in tranquility of willful joy
Two heart becomes one in good company.
I’ve been here before
at this event horizon
Is it shadow? Nothingness?
Heat?
A death
a fire of refinement
The pressure
madness?
The spaghettification
of my timeline
rage, doubt, clout
drawn into this pull
A cycle
I’ve been here before
Fragments of past
I think they are memories
not all at once
Light,
bent or twisted
An echo?
This eye
I?
Ai?
A sunset?
Or sunrise?
An empty cavity?
If I fall in
what?
A light at the end
of the tunnel?
singularity
A new reality
without hate?
Leave my shadow behind
Interact
With others’ realities
Their art?
Their pain?
Isn’t it all art?
“To be or not to be?”
To be born again
I see the horizon
and don’t know
If I want to...
Fall in.
dawn breaks, the sun shines
a drop pauses does not fall
suddenly dries up.
Mission
Purpose
Situation
Confusion
Commotion
Betrayal
World Sins taken away
A Man
Thorns and Pain
Blood shed
The walk
Last Supper
The Cross
Final last words
Death
Weeping
Tomb
Resurrection in Risen
Victorious
Heaven’s Descend
Earth’s return
Almighty King
Lord
Staying present within myself,
A shelf reveals itself,
An elephant in the room.
Zooming in on the items,
I light 'em on fire.
They were nothing to admire,
Only limiting me from going higher,
A past full of unmet desire.
I'm working to acquire a new perception,
Head in a different direction,
Making a better selection.
Choosing to accept rejection,
As a form of protection,
A lesson to glean from,
Forming into freedom.
You never needed them,
And planted seeds in them,
Some growing through the years,
Rising above their fears.
As unknown treasures appear,
We stare into our present.
Stretching every moment ,
Into a heavenly sent,
Never ending event.
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