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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
A father is a man who dies each day,
Day by day he weakens like fluctuating sand,
Sand that blunders through fingers slipped away,
Away from everything he used to planned.
Planned joys are lost in a bitter sea,
Sea of silence where his name is blurred,
Blurred by a mother’s cold and sharp decree,
Decree that leaves his loving heart unheard.
Unheard he stands, a ghost within the soul,
Soul torn apart like cloth against the knife,
Knife that cuts the bond to make her whole,
Whole is the death that ends a father’s life.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Nature in a Mischievous Mood
Early Sunday morning;
nature rattling at the front door!
I accept its clamorous invitation
stepping out with nothing more
in tow than an upturned collar..
and a theatrical imagination.
The morning ground is well-baked pastry,
all crusted with a shiver of winter;
sunlight whispering across the ground
all sharp colour and playfulness.
So I step out, church bells skipping alongside
and light skating off in front of me.
Soon I am within reach of the beach;
my sandy sanctuary,
but nature is in a mischievous mood
the light fluctuating,
its moods shifting,
gloss turning to flat matt.
The sea offers up a cold, blue arm
encouraging me into watery depths
while the sky sits heavily
in a grey leather-weathered armchair.
Behind, peeking through a curtain of cloud
a new season waits to spring into action.
Ian Souter
A fire engine red square in a blue circle,
that’s the very definition of monachopsis.
I am blanketed languishing in all of this,
it’s tiresome living life like it’s on critical.
Fluctuating between stability and gone,
so many memories attached to four walls.
Walking that fine line I slip and it all stalls,
thrown down persuaded I’m the only one.
Battering hard every bit of my equilibrium
is a vision of how everything was before.
Each person that has danced on this floor
hit a beat now attached to my desiderium.
The last moments of this legendary venue
tears spring to my eyes as I see the lights.
This stage where I spent so many nights
will never give another band their debut.
My muse is drunk this New Year’s Eve
Not caring about my desire to write
Slurring words ideas ruining peach poetry
As lit as fireworks in an onyx night sky
His cigar smells and as he yellow yells
Thinking it a funny whispered joke
Jack Frost a blue friend will sit a spell
Jack Daniel flowing down his throat
Eyes so red glassy seem to blur
His vision of the world this night
Ideals still fly high as a blue bird
Despite fluctuating laughs and cries
I offer him coffee strong and black
Same as his views when not drunk
He drops the cup it now has a crack
New Year’s Eve isn’t going to be fun
Nature in a Mischievous Mood
Early Sunday morning;
nature rattling at the front door!
I accept its clamorous invitation
stepping out with nothing more
in tow than an upturned collar..
and a theatrical imagination.
The morning ground is well-baked pastry,
all crusted with a shiver of winter;
sunlight whispering across the ground
all sharp colour and playfulness.
So I step out, church bells skipping alongside
and light skating off in front of me.
Soon I am within reach of the beach;
my sandy sanctuary,
but nature is in a mischievous mood
the light fluctuating,
its moods shifting,
gloss turning to flat matt.
The sea offers up a cold, blue arm
encouraging me into watery depths
while the sky sits heavily
in a grey leather-weathered armchair.
Behind, peeking through a curtain of cloud
a new season waits to spring into action.
Ian Souter
Clouds rapidly fluctuating, from chalky white to smoky ash.
Rain falling down from the darkened sky.
Leaving a subtle scent of fresh earthy tones in its wake.
Sunlight Whispering
Early Sunday morning;
nature rattling at the front door!
I accept the invitation to bond,
stepping out with nothing more in tow
than an upturned collar
and a theatrical imagination.
The morning’s ground is well-baked pastry,
crusted with a shiver of winter;
sunlight whispering across the ground
all sharp colour and playfulness.
So I stride out, church bells skipping alongside
with light skating off in front of me.
Soon I am within reach of the beach;
my sandy sanctuary,
but nature is in a roguish mood,
its light fluctuating;
its moods shifting;
gloss turning to flat matt.
The sea offers up a cold, blue arm
encouraging me into watery depths
while the sky, heavy in thought, reclines
on a grey leather-weathered armchair.
Behind, peeking through clouded curtains
a new season waits to spring into action.
Ian Souter
Cold, warm, horrifying, inviting
Grinding away at the last pink and grey pustules
pooling at the bottom of my
Skull
Gods own light pushes and claws helplessly
against thin nylon
Its primordial importance
Toppled by billions and billions of bright bulbs
Burning and boring into my eyeballs
Spiralling and spiralling down
an everlasting pit of fluctuating fun and fear
And skin and sin and guilt, guided
Down as fast or as slow as
You want, your choice
Quick glimpses of the very bottom shoot sharp
Icicles of despair into my sedentary soul
Thick mist
Clears temporarily from my
Glazed eyes, I push and claw helplessly against images
Of razed villages and burgundy-bloodied bodies,
Kicking and
Screaming against the unfeeling and undulating
Dilated eyes
of fellow billions
beyond me, another poem
fluctuating earring
out of style
has to buy me
playing missing nightstands
till the songs pass us goodnights
circling memories up stairs
swimming in stands
never giving up floors
she's tangled twice
he'd paint her nervous twang
beginnings in shorts
dancing cornered
steady gone, one more block
come with her, next time
I am a confident, content person
l know and like who l am
I know my strengths and weaknesses
Me …l understand
Though at times , l lack confidence in aspects of my academic ability
I have never really considered myself creative or smart
Recently my self doubt has been boosted
Creating a positive change of heart
The recent Alphabet poems l have written
Alphabet gossip being the subject
Have received unbelievable encouraging comments
Comments, l truly did not expect
Words like clever, imaginative ,creative
Words l can’t and won’t ignore
Have elevated my fluctuating confidence
Like never before
I want to sincerely thank those poets
Who voiced such kind, genuine positivity
The power of your thoughts and words
Have encouraged a more confident academic self belief in me
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
In God we're one
All the same
Yeah! Yellow it was so afraid
Blue it was sad
Orange embraceableuke
Warm light tangerine red
Is the fluctuating beating heart
When the multicolored Monopoly of colors part
In God we're one
All the same
Heated and melted
Nonchalant Helter Skelter
Premised burn boiled colors merge over boil
Subsiding arriving merge together
Before the separation
We Are One after separation
We're still one one color and our color is God
6/20/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
The so-called experts have been saying lately
There's a slow down in global warming
It's true, it hasn't been very tropical lately
Global warming is under performing
Do you think it's possible it just could be
A normal fluctuation in the world's temps
But who am I to offer this assessment
Why they're fluctuating to this extent
Could it possibly be the experts have it wrong
Oh forgive me for suggesting such a thing
After years and years in “forecasting” school
With diplomas under their wing
Weather forecasting is a lot of guesswork
Next to impossible to predict the future
There's so many variables to affect the outcome
Even with all those fancy computers
Daytime forever here now way out
Every day there near where çlearing
Clear clearer. Ah. How very very
Very CLEAVER now turn around to
A most mysterious sound. Me say i
Say come today look and see what
I have found! Not any more fluctuating
Confusion instead a Majestic menagerie
Of a pageantry. All the audience have
Their fair share. Mmm have decide
Where they WILL reside. Let us all
Itemize. Ever ever Forever? Yeeaaaaah
Are we cleaver now wow! Never can
Be as it should be ever now clearer
Sound? For who? Hush now! All
Silent sound never ever ever heard
The word. What word? Aha! Goodnight
Bon suave.
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