a and
an abm
anu always
astounding at
adaptative antic
accommodate again
addlepated aversive
alpine anchylosis
are as
am ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
flip, flop,:flip, flop!
I turned to see
a wonderfully
cladded beauty
and marvelous spectral
what a beautiful sight
she smiled and walked on.
How dare you
even think your in the same league
as her! My friend said ,
Yet at the mercy off the pretty
people.What would attract a
Woman like that to a fella
like you.Quatrain:
Love at first Sight!
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ooh be doo-be lious
auh ooh fine and attractive
auh we ah
she make's me
tingly inside
my feelings are so odvious
feelings I can't hide
it just that simple
it's plain to see
A Gal like that
so speceil
I'm honored she
ignored me!
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isomething specail
I wanna speak
on this
what's a woman like
you doing here
how have I become to this
shared my hello's
to try to see your smile
it's a waste of time
but I really love your style!
.
sexie
girl
lady
woman
up night
at
lovuh
tap
* this write werks be'n read
in one quick breathe <]')
the amish awake
roads full of horse-drawn buggies
on their way to sale
Car park in the blanket of darkness.
Highlife fights the night.
Felix checks time.
“Twenty-three girls now,” he says.
Between eighteen and twenty-five, good.
Oseh pockets phone.
“Seven more. Thirty will do.”
Die-hard girls to convince the scared.
“Well-protected on this journey,”
Felix lies, or believes.
Motel lights hide trafficking.
John’s house is one prison.
This car park is the next.
586.
Good Friday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte in violet this Good Friday
The day during the death of our Lord
Remind us of his crucifixion & holy death this day
Never separate us from His saving cord
With your Holy Cross we are sanctified
Through the crucifixion & holy death of our Lord Jesus Christ
This day when He was crucified
During His Holy Death when His life He sacrificed.
Amen.
-11/05/2017
(Dumarao)
*Occasional Prayers ton Santa Muerte
583.
Friday Night Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte, Lady of the Night
Bring us spirit this Friday night
The Spirit by your Purple Rosary
A Godly spirit that transcends humanity
Oh my beloved guardian
Keep us away from the clutches of Satan
With your Purple Rosary, embrace us this Friday night
Be at my side everynight.
Amen.
-11/04/2017
(Dumarao)
*Nightly Prayers to Santa Muerte
576.
Friday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Friday
Grant us this Friday your Spirit
Your Purple Rosary to inherit
Your living embrace with your Purple Rosary
A spirit from God that transcends humanity
Oh Santa Muerte in Purple, Lady of Friday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
Ahoy
I am The Pirate King, My Tattoo summons a Dragon with a AI spirit and cybernetic implants that shoots lasers out of his eyes.
Diamond of Czechia Mob boss of Chicago and Zlin Czechia Kelly Pink Diamonds my divine Celtic warrior queen sings with a sirens call. Her voice as an angel draws me in my dreams across the ocean toward my certain doom. I serve as Ambassador of King Jesus and am The Bard and Pirate King of Chicago Mob boss of Czechia Ruler of new Chicago servant of the living Lord Yeshua Son of God Almighty. My dragon summoned by pure faith in God shoots lasers out its eyes yet even I am no match for Kelly Pink Diamond Queen of Bohemia Czechia Mob Boss Angel Of Lord Jesus Christ and fellow Ambassador of King Yeshua Lord of Lords and King of Kings.
Ahoy Trust in Jesus.
Waiting
lines and more lines
people camping in pj's
In search of that perfect cheap gift
hungry
Beautiful Loser
Successful
at failure
Whose wins
are lost
His battles
ridden
And conquests
gone
He tilts at
windmills
Where roads
dead end
All hope
inclement
As tears
— befriend
**
Primal Ordained
Looking
into the eyes
of a wolf
Is like staring
into
your soul
Not human
or animal
but primal ordained
Releasing
your fear
— his kinship foretold
**
The Sawtooths
The Sky
is the frame
that forever defines us
Our peaks
but a silhouette
in the last of its light
Horizon
to horizon
we sit at the center
Our summit’s
in reverence
— to its shining delight
**
At The End
You can’t manage
what can never be measured
Or hold tight
to what can’t be contained
In the beginning
you never win the race
Only at the end
— victory proclaimed
**
thanks God! it's Friday!
have a wonderful weekend!
to all of you dears.
Green jelly beans taste so great
Onyx beads fancy on my braids
On my way to celebrate
Divine holiday Easter is great
Fuchsia dress and patent leather shoes
Ready to confess sins be renewed
In my heart of hearts I’m moved
Deeply by sermon’s teal truth
Anointed amber spiritual words
Youth choir singing in the church
Good Friday is a holy day, a day in holy week, the day Jesus carried our sins to the cross.
Good Friday is the day, we were redeemed by Jesus.
Good Friday is a day to fast, to pray, to remember Jesus and our life’s walk-through life.
Good Friday we remember the stations of the cross, the struggle between good and evil, that everything has a cause and effect, the battle of good and evil, and the works of Jesus to save us.
Thank you Jesus, we love you, we pray and remember you today and always.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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