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)
ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN Aug 24
could crabbedness credibly crumpled caring centre?
forcibly fluttering faultily from faintness
manorial monsignor modified my misdirection mockery
sapient sandboy serious statice smuggler
teenaged tassel through to their thirties
my marihuana modified me
in humming faintness
through this catoptric polariscope ,
I extract misdirection
a narcissus could never negotiate
with nonvisual mockery
or serious stillness
will sag .
are you unalterable ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
on a hike in albuquerque he was forcibly venturesome with me . I crumpled from faintness at his desirableness : would you ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
In the wee hours mansions where hushed glooms sneak flesh
Flesh that gossips furtive malice in minds' natural breath
Breath that stimulates crooked cravings inside the disappearing doom
Doom slopes upon the feeling’s ending, perverted plea
Plea shades its crimson mantle around the nocturnal mind.
Mind inspired by secret wrath below a pastel skin
Skin that fleeces a monster whose faintness shams piety sin
Sin that buds in plagiarized hilarity, deriding deadly impasse
Impasse on a land of walking humans in skins yet inner evils.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
When things grace us,
Our faith and resilience soar.
We feel stronger and worry about nothing.
When hit by ill-luck,
Our actions shrink up.
We trudge with faintness and falter.
Things may take divergent paths.
Receive them with the same verve.
Stand sturdily and accept.
you crawled from the bottom
of tomorrow withered beneath
my feet the smell of forgotten
earth arose bountiful cruelty
emerged my mind craved awful
goodness standing before me
a hidden figure moving behind
the darkness legs unevenly bent
backwards standing there with
broken blood stained wings a tear
as hard as tar remained on your
cheek who are you why are you
here filled with dreary contempt
faintness shyness bestowed such
a tyrant entity taunting me with
childlike eyes beckoning my mothers
instinct to nurture this creature of
darkness my mind said don't do not
covenant nor comfort the muses of
norse ravenlike energy look away and
yet the dry warm breeze gathered
from your heavy breathing seated
in a mystic garden sprouting inside
my bedroom Odin standing over me
i whisper you must please go now
you're not supposed to be here
knowing full well tomorrow is near
Springtime is more than just flowers and sun.
April is drenched, and bees will have much fun.
Swarming insects frighten with bites and harm.
A staining sludge swamp and stinky silt farm.
Sneeze and hay heat-stinging eyes are a curse.
Lands that loom like orbs, yet deceits are worse.
Yet, we must not squander sight of quaintness
with the rigors that spring brings or faintness.
Berth booms boost pollination burden rood.
Spring is spasmodic, apart from the mood.
White snow morphs into mushy rolling hills.
And sprinkle down verve up till the dale spills,
Flowers rising from snowfall restore hope.
Were we blithe beyond the zenith and slope?
3rd place contest winner
Written: February 05, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
The gentle breeze of the night
Ran away and came in slowly
And so does my lovers heart
Is the cloud closer or farther?
As I wonder if my lovers love is
With the thinness of the stars!
Ohh triplet of stars, all together
Always and I look for my lovers
Heart around but could not find
And there two other stars, why
Should there be a distance between
These stars and the distance
Founded and created their imperfections with their faintness
There, over there is one big star
Thick with togetherness, strong with
love and firm with trust, where is mine?
The bird flew in between the clouds and the group
Wait, Birds?
What art thou doing by this of the day?
When sleep fullest man's eyes
At last, the falling horse arose and
the lost sheep found
Just one moon seen in Yugoslavia is seen in Nigeria as one as it took it whole component with it
They all move at ones altogether so do I and my lovers soul together!
We became a pen
That outside the earth the pen and
It's cover may be separated but
Inside they are clicked together with an unbreakable bound.
Grieved our word by breach of faintness.
Fraud pains and shivers us wordless
Had no clue, what had given us
God, join us in one love and grace.
Heaven is broad secret above.
Our parents' love will aid and move.
Ready to merge in love and sense
God, join us in one love and grace.
Strange and hue's world is mystery.
We talked quite than learned drearily.
We presume from what they told us.
God, join us in one love and grace.
our lives are intertwined through time.
we soar and grow close by yet mime.
Current love's bolted growth is false.
God, join us in one love and grace.
We thereafter wept our blunders.
Things were expressed that can't be changed.
Cleave the most of your one life chance
God, join us in one love and grace.
Said things we're inept to bear back.
Guided us onto the right track.
Prize memories righted themselves.
God, join us in one love and grace
Faintness may give the impression of fading separation.
An art lesson for a seeker. The seeker will then
point to what remains, when fading ends, as the recognition
sought..formlessness pointing to nothing. Or the seeker
might see the faintness as increasing separation. Nothing
appearing more and more distinct and definitional. Both
processes are, however, quite enticing, but futile. Liberation
is the end of process with this spontaneous appearance,
which resists any and all definition..but may include
the processes and enticements suggested by artful faintness.
We should love our enemies as ourselves
Just love, love our enemies as ourselves
it's a just part of the grander test
And the sounds of a shaken leaf
the wind blows as the sound of gust
It's in Jesus and God in whom we should trust
moving on the branch of a tree
It moves it slivers waving in the wind
As tho it's next of kin
God says He'll send us faintness into the hearts of the land of your enemies
It's just part of a grander test
In awe We be blessed
As the sound of a shaken leaf
So when the Father chase the enemies away
You've be alright and OK
For they shall fall when none pursuits
As the sound of a shaken leaf
inspired and taken from Leviticus 26:31
from anthology "Springs Song"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
the glimpse of light shine within the surface
darkness creeps in as the lights fades into shadows
suddenly I could hear the sound of nature from distance
the cold breeze vibrating against my face
the distance between our hearts
every breath,and every heart vibration
its almost like death
the cracks within my heart
the tears I never cried
I stood silently as my faintness showed
You have tempted me again
a rather sinful plot beneath
the sultriness that beseech
my wretched soul
why it is nearly dawn already
oh how you calmly cater
to my parts toying with every
freckle tampering with even
the faintness notion that
I'd whither myself upon
your broad shoulders again
why I'm afraid to ask that
we shall do it again
that I'd but only secretly
fail to mention us
only by the writings
of my pastel diaries
oh come with me love
above a whisper let us
dance on the sunrise
daintily behind the loft
so well hidden within
the distant nook where I
shall summons your
manliness once more
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