My pink, almost velvet pajamas that I haven’t washed in two weeks.
My different-shaded blue comb that I’ve used to scratch my wrists.
My dirty clothes from the past two weeks.
My trash can that hasn’t been taken out in two weeks.
My lotions sitting in the sink that hasn’t been used in two weeks.
My own tears falling down my cheeks.
My soon-to-be invisible scars on my wrists.
My wound on my right leg from scratching it.
My heart breaking out from my rib cage.
My cries and hyperventilating coming from my eyes and mouth.
My blue comb scratching my inner wrists.
My nails digging into my left leg.
My washed hair from doing a slick-back for four days so no one would see the empty patches.
My toothpaste sitting on the sink.
The salty taste from my tears falling down onto the floor.
seventy-four
I figured I would be dead before I got this old
yet here I am
seventy-four, called for jury duty
guess what?
you can get out of it at seventy-five
the only seventy-four I ever used before
was on my speedometer as I passed everything
until I had to go to ninety-four to get the rest of them
seventy-four
yet I feel like I am twenty-six
seventy-four?
really?
Damn!
excessive jewelry
hair dyed yellow and purple
boisterously loud
thinks she is in her twenties
both ears triple pierced
dragonfly tattoo on back
seventy-four and silly
Awaking from sleep
And rising from bed,
Not with the sweet
Fragrance of roses,
But with the aroma
Of four rhyming words.
Their symphony produced
A harmony as the smooth flow
of leaves from trees when being
Blown by the gentle winds of Autumn.
Ages, Places, Faces, and Pages.
I ask myself, "What be the meaning?"
With regards to 'Ages', it occurred to me
That my 18th birthday found me in a new
'Place', one of much renoune that I had
Never been. My 18th birthday found me
Turning new 'Pages' in college books.
My 18th birthday found me turning away
From familiar 'Faces' to new ones, and
Preparing me for new stories never written.
At the age of 18, my life had become ripe for
A new phase, and a new stage had been
set before me. Ready or not, life demands
That we move forward and take the next step.
Where did your 18th birthday find you?
After four years of marriage
I cannot remember my life before
You turned my life around
Showed me life was so much more
Now every memory is of us
Every thought is about you
In everything that I partake
It's a reminder of you
You loved me when I was down
But I never made it to my feet
I was pulling you with me
With my anger and deceit
As you walked away I saw
That you had tears in your eyes
I know it wasn't easy for you
And I had had a million tries
You won't answer your phone
You refuse to talk to me anymore
That hurts my already broken heart
That shattered here on the floor
I wouldn't change a thing
About all our good times at least
But I'd change every argument
And I never would be that beast
four changing seasons
mother nature-father time
gifts given to us
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)
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
As the four seasons pass,
When a woman adorns the attire of the season,
The season turns its page.
A man carefully selects his seasonal clothes,
Yet the season continues to gaze back at me.
‘The Flower and the Bee’
To a single bee,
The flower seems to bloom in full grace.
The bee appears to be dreaming,
Yet the flower reaches out toward another dream.
Beyond that distant mountain, the flower
still blooms.
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
her hair was golden, curly ringlets
it shone in the sun
she laughed at everything
life was her delight and she was delightful
she brought the party to her family daily
she became an angel
at age four
her hair was golden
but her face was still
she looked like a sleeping doll
she is now forever four, but never forgotten
As high as heav’n, from whence Christ came,
to bear for us a cross of shame.
A love so high, it strains the mind
for it exceeds the earthly kind.
God’s love moved Christ to come to earth
and experience a human birth.
A love so deep, it makes us weep,
when we wake up, from our soul sleep.
God’s love for us, it is so long
It suffers long, remaining strong.
Why does such hate of God exist?
who did much good while in our midst.
God’s love is wide, embracing all
His sinful creatures of the fall.
His grieving heart, like Rachel’s bawl,
Relent from hate, and heed His call.
waiting all day for your call
loving you since four feet tall
i couldn’t ever regret kissing you
i wanted to taste your sadness
was it wrong of me to dream of this?
your soul is a special shade of blue
staying up to watch you sleep
holding hands and softer dreams
with your eyes shut, you look softer too
running down the street at night
stars blink like the christmas lights
snow keeps comin’ down, i’ll miss you too
speak to me, don’t tell me lies
life flickers like fireflies
nobody’s gonna love you like i do
this is the Beatles as we rarely saw them in the sixties
where are the throngs of fawning screaming women?
they are dressed in suits in different colors
that is new too; the Beatles always dressed like monkey cousins
wait. One does not have a suit. He is wearing blue jeans.
I marvel at this album color; it portrays nothing I recognize
and yet, I know John, George, Ringo and Paul
That is them all right
There is something fresh, new and invigorating about this cover.
A reflection of the songs within
I have to have this album!
I reach into my wallet for my four dollars.
LOVE - this state, one day befalls
each heart's FOUR-chambered walls,
when into it, it strangely falls.
In love's quartet, each RUNE spells FATE,
and then it is too late.
Decoded message: Love is a four-rune fate.
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