whispering through a crescendo
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always spoke prim and smoothed
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be impeccable or simultaneously lukewarm
never to undress again
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
CITROEN
The car of Four Door
Ahead of its time
Back in the day
My Grandfather had purchased one
He wanted a different ride
Sophistication the car would provide
Components of its own
Push Button Start
Waiting for the back of the car to rise before maneuver
Some might think of it being clever
Wait in move
As years passed, my Grandfather decided to upgrade to a Citroen station wagon
Same process only bigger
Upon trading in the Four Door Citroen
For a while it was great
It wasn’t until one of the back wheels fell off in transport of the Citroen station wagon while on the road
Pitch black at night
A Citroen became a stand still
My Grandmother stated to my Grandfather being the next time he purchases a new car, let it be get in, start and depart
No more push the button to start, waiting for rise then ride
Memory of a vintage of the Citroen family
France sensation
A car being a creation.
If his name’s not on the building,
No one gets to go inside,
For to have someone else honored,
Causes damage to his pride.
He attempts to rule the country
Like a bully from the block
And the fact that some enable him
Leaves normal folk in shock.
I am tired of his tweeting
And I’m sick of all his lies.
He’ll be listed in the books as one
Most voters did despise.
But to end this on an upbeat note,
A U-turn from obscene,
It’s a special day for Henry,
As my grandson turns 13!
I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure
Little one, you may never have known me,
but I’ve loved you since the day you were born.Though time and distance keep us apart, my heart was always with you,
in every step, in every tomorrow.
I was a woman who lived with love,
and my greatest joy was my family.
Your smile, your laughter, your future
were dreams I carried long before you arrived. Even though I couldn’t hold you in my arms, I held you in my heart — always.
I may be gone from this world,
but my love for you will never fade.
I watch over you from Heaven,
with a heart full of pride, as you grow, learn, and become the man
you are meant to be.
Be kind, be strong, be true,
and never forget how loved you are.
You carry a piece of my soul,
and I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader, from above.
Life may have taken me from your side,
but it could never take the love I have for you. You are my grandson, my forever joy,
and I will always be with you —
in every moment, in every dream, in every heartbeat.
Love always,
Your Nana ??
By Shawn Muñoz
I am singing from a corner of the house
Sweet or hoarse,sentimental or appealing,melody or clamour
No one bother and no one can help
People are violating
Virus is attacking
Sad, heartbroken and a chaos
I am lost
I sing to the underprivileged and unfortunates
And also the Almighty God for help
I can only sing
Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. ??
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ??
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. ??
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. ??
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.
— Heart Hacker ??
The blue waves smack the shore
Outlined by the oaken door.
Stand beside the cypress tree
Throw your arms out to the sea
On a mossy cliffside you can spy
The wheeling curlew, hear it cry.
Smell the cedar in the grove
See grass wave where rover's rove.
Hear the sea gull, feel the wild
White sails on silver, be beguiled.
So far from madness of the city
Cell phone rings, no longer free.
You run inside the cottage door
Find your backpack on the floor
Dig the phone out, as it plays
A ringtone singing "yesterday"
Its Chase bank, with a suspect charge
Ten thousand, that's awful large.
Text message comes from your landlord
Rats with fleas came in a horde
Your boss says he's needs you back soon
Work has come like a monsoon.
You leave the cottage bitterly
But you can't eat the scenery:
Can't throw the cell phone in the sea.
At least you have the memory...
Obama Center
Home away from Home
Obama Center
There are people who've died.' Buried yet not gone, they cry out for justice, loud and
Long..Rik Mayal, JFK, Bob Marley, Diana too, Virginia, Stan Meyer, the covid co-horts Do.' Those who were slaughtered in Germany 1940 on through' today in Gaza
Now what say you.? You munitions makers, you in IBM.' you in hugo boss, and
Ikea all you ss friends.' Mad about ( oak leaves) and forest gods, there are groves for killing, by thosecwho consider thay are gods,.? But the dead are many.' And they
Cry out loud; and long' they are heard
By the God; of all. He's never been blind all
Along.' Yes you put a bag on His Head; in such ( you announced to all ) just who you
Are.' So much was saud' Thats how you will fall, blind leaders all
Stumbling to when the ( moment blinks!) In the eye of eternity ' you will wear the (hood-wink) you satanic servers..You serve satan, yet you he also hates, there is a
Place for you waiting' the latest hell in great flame gyrates.' A vortex of lonliness where eternal winds, will shred your ever-being..As your former victims realise Their true Word.'
AHOY!
It’s not a foregone conclusion,
but a stinging reality: Even porcupines
master love, without making pain
a subsidiary organism:-
Though the pain of love's waves
may froth ashore, waves will recede
and froth will eventually dissipate
with healing evaporation: Leaving a sea
of memories floating on the ocean of life:-
Thoughtfully watered, always keep in mind,
you’re the captain of your soul, and
the blown wind in its sail:- And remember,
though docked and anchored, you can still
set sails for tomorrow—getting ready today:-
Ahoy, Matey! Be in winds of sailing grace:-
Roses from demons,
bloom in the night,
beautiful petals,
hiding a bite.
They smell like heaven,
but grow from the grave,
promising love
to those they enslave.
I held one softly,
then watched myself bleed.
Some roses are gifts
some grow from greed.
Mist moved over the river flats,
beading cobwebs along the fence.
By dusk, raindrops gathered
and danced in the dust,
each small impact
summoning a hundred more.
By dawn, their bright insistence
drummed on every roof,
swelling down into the river
until it forgot its banks.
Freed from its borders,
the flood rushed to the lowest point—
the open cut.
It crossed the service road,
slipped past rusted gates,
and filled the excavation.
It lifted the warning signs,
worried black silt from the seams,
carried the company’s name away.
As the rain slowed,
a wetland took shape,
mirroring the sky—
a chorus of warbling and croaking fills the air.
A lecherous lass from Torbay
puts her assets on full display;
while wearing sheer, skimpy clothes
she gets noticed I suppose.
To her, it may be just foreplay.
We met when we were young,
Yet we never met at all,
A place, a time, a friend,
Yet somehow it didnt bend.
It was always me,
And always wasnt,
It was always you,
And it always wasnt.
A fixture in time,
We just cant place,
An unseen by both,
Sudden secret embrace.
So many thing to uncover,
A whole new world to discover,
But never did we see,
That is was meant to be.
It wrapped us around,
through many years untold,
Pushed and pulled now and again,
Leaving us sometimes in pain.
But then its magic happened,
It slowly let us go,
We never knew what was to come,
But it led us into our sun.
The invisble string in us here,
And it really brings a tear,
For never have I loved another,
As much as I iove you my dear.
Eight years then nearly nine,
Through rain and sunshine,
Strength and weakness,
You make me feel my best.
I asked for something,
In my darkeat time,
God sent all of you,
Now you help my world shine.
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