forgotten, from French floppy folio ,flypast faultlessly
macrame me monteverdi,mumify my mysidae
trust transponder triad to their tidiness
predetermined pasteurisation pteridophyta pate
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)
you'll find me on the beach
under the setting sun
floppy white sun hat
waving in the tropical breeze
lost in the Caribbean
not looking to be found
Simple Simon speaks softly.
“I name the clouds
and stick my boots in puddles
that give back to the sky.
On the dirt road to visit my father,
I pet the old dogs with floppy ears.
Like the ones Lucky had.
When the clouds clear,
light finds me,
and I pass it along.
Then I may play again.”
He smiles.
So Spake Simple Simon only in kindness.
A poem written just for fun and just because I ran out of ideas....
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
He’s ditched his headphones—no more woodland hi-fi~
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky.
He listens to the breeze go drifting by,
lets chirps and mountain hush fill the open space.
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
Charlie, the hip-hop bunny was a skater too
his floppy ears flying out further than a cow can moo
He had a way about him that said I am confident
His self-value was way over one hundred percent
Other bunnies admired him, they felt his power
He embraced their admiration, he did not cower
Charlie the skater and hip-hop bunny was a role model to all
We observe him skating every spring and every fall
A Dark Image
Kevin Davis 2024
From out of nowhere, I saw an image,
It was standing as still as a statue,
From where I stood, it could be a mirage,
But then it slowly moved with virtue.
My stomach ached, and I was suddenly scared,
My friends and I were playing kick the can,
And I had been hiding in an abandoned yard,
My legs began to cramp. Oh, I should have ran.
As the vision moved closer and closer to me,
I saw a black cape and a large floppy black hat,
Expecting a gun or a knife aimed at me to see,
All I saw was a smiling face and a bright light.
Instead of a goblin or a ghost as I imagined,
The figure was familiar, as it called out my name.
“Kevin, it’s time you came in and get ready for bed.”
Dad, in his work coat and hat, scared me just the same
Written: April 30, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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If I could change my shape today,
I'd choose a pet that's bright in play.
A fluffy friend with charm to spare,
who’d scamper laughing through my hair.
I might become a fox of gold,
with twinkling paws and a heart so bold.
Who trots to you at break of dawn,
and curls beside you on the lawn.
Or maybe I’d be something new—
a sky-blue cat with eyes of dew.
Who purrs in rhymes and hums in time,
and dances silly pantomime.
Or I could be a bunny sweet,
soft as clouds from head to feet.
Who hops around you in delight,
and makes your whole world feel bright.
But no matter which form I choose,
with paws or claws or floppy shoes,
I’d visit you with joy unplanned—
Your loyal friend at your command.
324.
Imagine the World without Butterflies
When I was a child, I was captivated
By colorful flowers beautifully painted
But what was that creature with floppy wings
Like a flower's frail petal, attraction it brings
If a flower below to the land decorates
That creature above to the air celebrates
To the dance of the wind giving music
Its every movement is a graceful lyric
This flimsy flyer they called “butterfly”
In its absence, the flowers cry
So come butterflies…come to the flowers!
They need your fantastically propitious powers!
Oh! Imagine the world without butterflies!
It's just like a chopsuey without spice
Music without notes, theater without actors
So safeguard these most artistic pollinators!
-01/28/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
My friend had to put his dog to sleep today,
he was a Dachshund only five years old;
loyal, brave, clever, pretty eyes,
feisty, beloved, with floppy ears.
Brutis had a "big" dog personality all the time,
loved most people, children, and other dogs;
Oh, Brutis had so much charisma, so much charm,
I can see him walking with that wee hop in his step.
But, Dachshunds have delicate backs,
and Brutis suddenly became paralyzed.
No surgery possible,
no other option ~
So, he said goodbye and I love you Brutis today,
you were a little warrior- now, go get your wings !
Dressed for Easter
frilly
lily
Spring’s best bloom
Awesome
blossom
The European
Gallia
dahlia
The Sentimental Flower
Soppy
poppy
The Wilted One
Floppy
poppy
I am a big fat Teddy Bear
I sit upon the shelf
look down on all the other toys
my owner must have wealth
My ears are getting floppy
and my knees are rather worn
my coat is getting thinner
through all the wear and tear I’ve borne
Although it’s not surprising
as I’m over eighty years old
my foot feels as if it’s got gout
and I’m sure I’ve caught a cold
Now Johnny’s taking me off the shelf
I wonder what we will play today
will it be Cowboys and Indians?
that’s a game he likes to play
Sometimes we listen to music
all that pop noise hurts my head
thump, thump. thump all day long
I’m glad to go back to bed
But I like it best when he cuddles me
he’s only eight years old, you know
we fall asleep together a lot
off to the land of nod we go
We have many thrilling adventures
always together, don’t you see?
I just think the world of him
and I know he will always be there for me
Snowflakes
seasons, all four
pretty little gardens
holiday cheer
landscapes beautiful
be it mountains or the sea
painters painting
selfish to the souless core
yet tell me is so pretty
dawn, dusk and sunsets
clichés smashed with superficial
wrap you hate any way you wish
a real mother cares for all children
angels looking down
see the hypocrites
self-centered in floppy nightgowns
if I had a knife
and was them
I would fear myself
however I fear nothing
I whisper softly
the embrace of death
near
Its your own cold heart
you should fear
Gone in the toilet
all hatred flushed
More than a soft toy,
she kept these Puffies
for years; she kept
them free and safe.
I left, right..left..right,
out of her everyday -
her sis marched right
out of her life, but
her Puffies so proud
on a shelf; its shelf life,
who knows, but they’ve spent
nearly half a century with her.
Wallace Berry Cream Puffs
stayed in the palm
of her sister’s hand,
never looking forward
or back, never going far.
This soft toy enjoyed
the chatter, laughter, love
of her new owner.
Reminders of a faraway home,
a forever after,
the sweet kiss of a 5 year old.
She held her Puffies tight; tighter
the memories of so long ago.
It all matters - not the toy,
yes the toy, yes the girl.
The small basset hounds,
coffee brown floppy ears,
cream bodies (like wool),
and ample pink snouts.
The sailor in me knew
these two would
be well-cared for. This child
held her responsibility
in high-regard.
There’d be other collectibles,
but sis never neglects
the treasures of the past.
record player
antique concept
floppy disks
worthless now
ironing board
they were once a commodity in every home
now they used only by tailors and dry cleaners
or men who want really crisp collars on their shirts
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