Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Muse appreciation
Romantic moon shines so bright
Reflection fallback.
You know that I won
Some say I clear lost
Their whines so exhaust
Wrong man they just crossed.
How wrong they all are
Fools to a man
When I've only began
To work out my plan.
Just wait and see
The Don at his best
When put to the test
I’ll make them all stressed.
First up I'll sue
Reverse the dumb vote
My win then promote
Un-float their small boat.
That all said and done
If not quite enough
I may tweak the math
Then get rough and tough.
Call up our fine troops
Coerce the weak judges
Then when in my clutches
It's me or coarse crutches.
I think that will do it
But should I be wrong
There's a place I belong
The land of the strong.
A country of Lochs
Of moors and steep hills
Abundant in stills
Real folk with few frills.
That land I can buy
In fact much I own
And Celt to the bone
I’ll claim Scotland's throne.
A great fallback plan
Melania as queen
All day she can preen
Unspoken just seen.
Once king I can rule
Play golf and write laws
As a man without flaws
Days filled with applause.
My plans fully set
I'll ponder and see
For whatever will be
Yet I’m ready to flee.
I put a mere desire into your hole,
although
it’s only a misleading impression.
My right leg is dwelling in a bowl of potpourri,
My left leg is drowned by unacceptable intimacies.
Amid the flock of birds, I 'm chasing the wind
or win.
Maybe,
under the silver lining
you catapult my eyeballs to your fading shadow.
My soul adores the reality,
whirling like a dervish,
even there’s no fallback position
once I fall in love with you.
I'm much in love,
with a much waiting.
A pile of pale, blush to think of what
a fool I made of myself,
How your white teeth and rosy lips
are sealed with an unbridled enthusiasm.
Please let me put a bouquet of flower
near your ear,
as the souvenir in this Indian summer.
Don’t feel a sense of betrayal
when our fingers dissolve in a subtle shade of pink.
as children we watched the sky wind clouds
from amongst trees or sandy beech crowds
we played in the water and had fun with reflections
picturing lions tigers and bears as with our cloud assumptions
until isaac newton no one understood the nature of light
water reflections and cloud images were mysteries in actual sight
ancients pictured these visual echoes in rivers of water or air as proof
revealing what exists above is but thought to what lies beneath
high ideals of mind grasped a system of logic that appeared as lawed
from above the cloud image reflections of those looking down called the gods
heaven was thought as wisdom above so below was pain ignorance and death
and we slowly evolving fractal biological thought forms knot and pain the earth
typically problems grow till out of control and we finally summon all our forces
to first protect corporations with legal 'personhoods' not our people sources
of families labor and taxes without guaranteed government health care fallback
just an 'us against them' two party political system with hollywood at its back
stan sand
A handful of years ago,
from the Light, appeared the Dark.
And then, a flashback meant no fallback;
for the reality of yours became
more desirable than my fantasy.
I was wasted but not spoiled, though,
I have already made my peace
with the void of you,
for all I need now
is not your parts
but my own wholeness:
a structure in the flesh.
I am going to be a ballerina, dancing
Exotically and beautifully,
In a pink tutu, fluffy and frothy
My arms will glitter with
Glitz and sass.
I will be streamlined, with an
Appreciative audience who is
Constantly amazed and
awed by my flawless performance
And if that doesn’t work out,
I will be the owner of an orphanage,
Taking in all of the children who
Do not feel wanted. Giving them
Whatever they need to like themselves
Better
My fallback plan is race car driver.
I will zoom around the track,
Antagonizing my opponents,
Amazing my fans. I can hear
Them cheering now.
If a wrench lands in these
Plans I will run away with
The circus and be one of
The pretty ladies with all the
Make up who wears the
Glitzy swimsuit type outfits,
And rides around on the
Bare back of a highly-decorated
White horse.
Stand back., world. I am ready to
Be the star. I am seven, which
Means I have been preparing
For this kind of attention and
These kinds of accolades for
At least five years.
When you run out of smarts
—you better have guts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)
My words escape my thoughts
With a cloak of lies
And a hood of silver
Lips of gold
And an accent of truth
My mind's deceiving oath
Perpendicular array of the lying cloak
A dark shadow's shining on my eyes
As my lips whisper lie after lie
And you tell me to faint
Fall back on my everlasting
When everything else is gone
Either way I'm not walking on my own
The bars are bent and weakened
My everything and all is leaving
I'm standing and saying my peace
As my soul comes crashing within
Without the pressure of the world
Spinning on the edge of a dime
Stop, take back, think back
Realize, hold on, stay strong
Take luck, good care
See you at the end, see you then
I'll see you at the end
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