I can demonstrate flightiness, misleadingly onwards.
I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
In the shadow
Where all the pieces be
Laid out
For the world to see
Connected parts of thought
Filaments joined tenuously
Bits created
Flightiness
I've generally battled vulnerability.
I'm not even close to what I ought to be.
I notice myself faltering in the water alike a log.
Mr. Culpability, can you hear my pathetic blog.
I've been in anguish because of my apathy.
I don't notice whether I mend and gain some theory.
I'm similar to a plane colliding with the Earth.
Mr. Obligation, temper me in going girth.
My transgression was my erroneous gloss.
I've needed to stumble rather than be in progress.
I've been oppressed by lethargy for longer.
I'm tired of hearing "Morons" again and over.
Ineptitude won't sustain the edge unexpectedly.
Flightiness won't ever again hold the mastery.
1st place contest winner
Written: August 7, 2021
A Brian Strand 4 to 14 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Don’t misconceive my mercy for weakness
Exponent to impuissance that bestows
Ascertain verity of Uniqueness
Appreciate my pose of apropos
Strength my forte led by capriciousness
I once shattered and left to be consumed
Thy inner voice pierces my graciousness
Amidst the flightiness presence presumed
I am semblance of authenticity
Your erroneous conclusions expressed
Trapped in mirrors of your duplicity
It is not I who is too dispossessed
My force is life, full of joys and treasures
Multiplied faithfully, basked in pleasures
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