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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
EXPERIMENTAL INSTANCES
natural
speculative
concerns
to
establish
meaning
& overcome
difficulties
to
interplay
traditional
meaning
universally
expressed
to
acquire
knowledge
readily
discerned
in
evolving
abstract
values
The mind borders on the sublime,
related to the divine source,
a powerful force pervading the universe.
I can write verse after verse,
but there is nothing worse
than reading someone's thoughts,
sounding like reports,
going on and on.
Know the difference between right and wrong,
where did you get your information from?
Pause before you speak,
your premise may sound weak.
What is it that you seek?
Curiosity leads to learning,
the lack of insight is concerning.
One must not digress, I just wanted to address
the current situation,
let's get back to the topic of creation.
It has come to my attention
that if you lack intention,
fall short of enough motivation,
you will be in suspended animation.
Stay with me as I continue this story,
take you on a journey inside my consciousness,
hold on while I clear up the mess,
I must confess I do assess
each moment, absorbed in the present.
Of this I am certain, a poet is no saint.
Fine words flow easily,
rubbish is articulate.
Malignant sugar highs,
silver tongues run wild.
That endless supply,
half finished lines,
just one more rhyme,
top shelf experimental.
Stanzas gain control,
mood manipulation.
Such a sly logophile,
faces are transfixed.
Power’s a schedule 1 drug,
a clean buzz for any artist.
All you need is that mic,
prepare for an addiction.
A poet is no saint, of this I am certain.
I begin as a whisper~
a line that refuses to stay straight,
curling around its own breath
like smoke learning a new alphabet.
unraveling,
I
fall
sideways
into meaning,
letting the words tilt
until gravity forgets me.
Somewhere between pulse and pause,
a thought flickers~
half-formed, half-feral~
and I follow it
into the bright static
where language goes to molt.
fragmenting
I speak in fragments now:
glimmer,
hush,
a door that opens inward,
a name that refuses to echo.
I am the sentence
that breaks itself
to see what light
pours through the crack.
And when the poem finally exhales,
it leaves behind
a scatter of syllables~
soft, shimmering,
like the afterimage of a star
you can still see
even after you close your eyes.
IN EXPERIMENTAL MOOD-:-
shadows
unobtrusively
eliminate
passive
scenes
in the SUNLIGHT
blossom
genuine
motifs
juxtaposed
prompts
endowed with DIMENSION
suggested
zoned
close-up
spread-out
presentations
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse
Echooooo, echoooooo, echo
Echo, echo, echo
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer
Shimmer, shimmer
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse.
Tic toc, tic too, tic too, tic too, tic too.
Throb, throb, swoosh, and glimmer
Humming drones craft sparkly saucers.
Blip, blip, blip, beeps, beeps, beeps, beeps
Resonate and oscillate. Vibrate and pulsate.
Undulating Nebula. Reverberating pulsar.
Wailing Quasar. The throbbing void.
The Cosmos echoes. The Cosmos glimmer.
Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh.
Sizzling singularity whispers the secrets.
Of the wailing Heliosphere.
Flaring pulsar with whooshing voids.
The chiming zenith balances rumbling singularity.
Surge, shimmer, wail, whisper, flare, and rumble.
The moon beckons you with its beams.
My UFO shimmers as it drifts into the mystery.
Shimmer, shimmer, shimmer, and sparkle.
Reverberating and gazing at stars.
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo.
Tic, too, tic, too, tic, too, tic, too.
Whoosh away. Whoosh away.
Whoosh, echo, and shimmer.
The echo rebounds.
The shimmer opens bright eyes.
Whoosh as we fly high.
(UR)=2(love)=2(any)=2(all) > 1(trauma) + 1(mistake) + 1(failure).
Apply to problem for resolution, repeat as necessary, show your work....
Will this be on the test?
I assure you... this is the test and most people aren't prepared for it.
I don't get it...
You will, after the brackets are filled in.
When you've solved the problem... help the next person....
A most important thing to do
is to put on a sock before a shoe
The method that is, by far, the worst
is to position the shoe on first.
An experimental scientist with pride,
I only know, because I tried.
An exploration motivated by Gray Squirrel's observation:
Humans make a big to-do,
because they wear a shoe.
Another animal, of course,
wears a shoe. He's called a "horse".
From Appaloosa to Kentucky,
a horse shoe is more lucky.
snow…
…falling…
…gently…
…silently…
…serenely…
…onto…
…a…
…white…
glistening.*.*.*.* canvas
(.*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.* .*.*.*.*)
From Love:lust,pride,nothing:
can hide
CATARACT OP
The mist lifts slowly
??
A new vista is unveiled
*Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a three line poem with a larger than usual blank space( ??)for 2nd 'line'.
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ . Thus the reader supplies his own imagination thereto.
it is cold: i am old
cruel ruminations
paralyzing winds
sharp icicles
lifeless season
forgotten dreams
life…death / light…dark
*->*->*->*->*->*->*->
random cruelty
windy paralysis
icy roads
seasons without life
dreams forgotten
death…life \ dark…light
it is old: i am cold
w > w > w > w
i n > n > n
d W > I D …C I L
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