adversity can be calmly detested
but you are unaware .
the debilitating comrade hamster
of unsweet transitorily wantonness
drenched in fanged firing
is motivated by your silken salvation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
I am full of glee
I won’t give up on you, love
Above, you will see
I am full of envy
I won’t live up to hatred
Below, you will see
"Eventually"
Taking back the 3 worlds
the cracked and broken
roads they walked
join eventually
there is no separation
constant in the same family
poetic justice paints
its soul purposefully
taking back the 3 worlds
to a time of innocence
gained through the vantage
of levelling desolation
rebirth through dissolution
all is as it should be
the meaning understood
fully;
eventually
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
muse.
muses.
Everything eventually
No one escape
Everyone
Accepts defeat
In the rhythms of time
Gone lost forgotten
All joys and dreams
Even hope and faith
Fade in the rhythms of time
Courage too crumbles
And victory becomes defeat
In the rhythms of time
Oceans and glaciers too recede
Everything eventually
Accepts defeat
In the rhythms of time.
Hyper vigilant
Hyper aware of this body
These hands...
This heartbeat
It is all normal
Yet I feel some kind of
lingering lurking anxiety
An energy...An entity
Following me...
That thing is me...
I can't seem to set myself
free from the shaking
The chains of OCD
The sound of jingling
thoughts in this head
Like piggybank pennies
A sudden clanging in my chest
I'm scared...
and I don't know why
Scared of sleep...
Terrified of random
but normal things
Like this heart and it's job...
Scared of the strings that tie me
to this secondhand shivering
This inherited lip quivering
I'm slowly slipping into the sea
Almost drenched in worry
Saying goodbye to my sanity
Thinking "I'll drown eventually"
At a point,
We are all going to pick our glasses,
Say cheers to each other and finally leave the table.
No matter how cheered you were at that moment,
A part of you somewhere in that heart
May find it hard to come to the acceptance of the fact that
“Eventually everybody leaves”
Varying reasons as to why they leave...
Definitely in pursuit of that something this table cannot offer
Blood had to leave my table in search of greener pastures
You may have destructions to yours too
Well, I sipped my last wine with them and we departed
As I write, I have not been able to pay the bill
It’s costly!??
Friends have joined my table now
With time, I know they will have to go too
Left with me, they stay a little longer
However, I cannot fill them with just liquor or wine
When they need to be green too.
The only power I have got here is
To live in the moment and make the memories.
So,
Before Tommy becomes eager to leave the country
Can we just spend quality time?
Sipping fine wine and taking pictures
Before he decides to ghost!
Eventually i
As naive
/
Stupid as i is
Exposed and solved the clues
Not that they we're in fact
In any way well hidden
Or disguised
My personality lends
itself to being used
I am simply as i appear
to other's
Of use to picking up those
around
In need of such a sap as i
Only to find at later date
When i myself so to indeed
Find myself indeed
Of that which i have been
countless times called upon
to provide
Find myself with only myself
for company
Funny but how predictable
is that
As only i have myself to blame
Yet but cannot stop
Because just maybe
It's the only thing i have got
To offer to this world
If you take your time, eventually time will overtake you.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written 4/25/2021
for "Paradox of Life" Contest
sponsored by JCB Brul
If you build your dream beside the ocean,
and it will be overtaken by the wind and sea.
eventually
Build it on a mountain
and it will slide into the falcon's beak.
eventually
Build it in the forest
and somebody will put it to fire and madness
eventually
Build your dream on the plains
and it will be taken by the wind
heat and rain.
eventually
Build your dream in the city
it will succumb to a city's rage
eventually
all dreams will wither
with weather, time and men with foul intentions.
I'm Leaving (eventually)
I'm going to leave the planet
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye
as I vanish into black
Traverse the great elliptic
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before
you'll even know I'd left
Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt
ignoring Pluto as I fly
on through the icy-bound Ort cloud
waving at Voyager as I cry
Among the constellations
sail my spaceship unafraid
with my spaceman headphones
listening to your whinging fade
And when at last, there's silence
not the smallest peep
time will stop my mind grow quiet
I might finally sleep
But if I woke in my bed
and that was all a dream
I'd be awfully sad, disappointed
in the very extreme
A-uthor
R-ightfully
L-ets
E-xpression
N-icely
E-mploy
G-reetings
A-s
B-irthday
R-emembrance
I-s
E-ventually
L-ived
Topic: Birthday of Arlene Gabriel (January 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Life is simply complex
Ask anyone with an ex
Ask an ex-husband
Ask an ex-wife
Ask an ex-millionaire
~ Just how easy is life?
Ask an ex-con
Ask an ex-cop
Ask an ex-champion
~ How was your fall from the top?
How then to navigate life
Her myriad twists and turns?
Fools rush in with
Give 'this' a try...
Wiser heads prevail
~ Live and let die
Bathed in serene sunset
She waits for me by the pier
Peering at a pale blue sky
Are we ever ready to leave home?
Next to her feet is a single suitcase
She looks at me with a sad smile
Offering me a hand
That I pretend to not see
Her destiny is in the great blue
And I can see the wistful look in her eyes
As she looks to the horizon
But she's attached to me as if I'm an anchor
She should search the world
For life, love, laughter, and light
But eventually she'll see
She left all of that here with me
there is no place to go except where you are.
and when you are there, no matter the length of time that you are there, you feel lost and that you must flee to an elsewhere.
and in that panic breathed moment you attempt your escape, you are struck with a cruel & punitive truth of your inability to go in the correct direction.
the more you turn, the more difficult it becomes in discerning where you were or where you went, and now, where you ought go.
your soul becomes heavy with more than its own share of pain.
you cry, you scream in hopes of squeezing some out.
such a tiny relief gives you an enormous sense of peace for a moment.
you’ll take it.
you even confuse that moment of peace as getting closer to the somewhere else that you ought to be.
that becomes a truth to you & for a while you will forget the weight of your soul.
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