“It surely takes a grievous toll
Near the end of snow-white roll” (by author)
My lifespan by default, bawdily brief,
Sadly signifies excremental grief.
From pristine white to shady hues of brown,
Crumpled or creased, crudely disposed aground.
Paradox: I’m the most needed token -
Yet most disrespected, tissue-broken.
It could be smelly feet but no, alas!
It has to be the dark side of an ass.
I don’t intend to make you humans blush,
But you waste me on your waste in a flush.
Thus my life on a roll, floating in vain,
Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain!
August 14, 2026
You are my joy and my pleasure-filled pain
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
You are my lovely loss and grievous gain
Freedom mixed with a liberating chain
You kill me with your cruel tenderness
Gentle torment tells of love measureless
I experience such bittersweet bliss
You poison me with your passionate kiss
Grounded in flight, you make me touch the skies
I descend floating in your black hole eyes
You kindle me warm with your frozen fire
I taste sweet agony in your desire
You are my anchor in still-waking sleep
In visible darkness, my heart you sweep
I'd loudly whisper my promises true
It's an open secret that I love you.
11.08.2026
she is a blithering goat and obnoxiously grievous . urinalysis will prove her to be unsatiated
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
blithering bookstore :
always bullfinch
fanatical melange of meditation
victorian tippytoe
downwind flatus
grievous prospect for luridness
pyrophobia ; remodeled
hallelujah !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
grievous immoderation ,
satiric and fanatical .
their tenaciousness can invite
inflationary feminization ;
hallelujah !
voider
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
hallelujah meditation and recasting grievous orneriness
will always be increasing my treasurership melange
momentously renewing tenaciousness responsibility
from obnoxiously pusillanimous bumptiousness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
bareheaded and blithering
grievous to prove
my increasing feminization
with victorian meditation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
always
bareheaded
but
can
dainty
element
from
grievous hubbub
in
lithesome
momentously
noninfectious
polytheistic
regimentals
sway
these
outdoor
twisty
unsensational
vibrational
with you
In the deepest of my heart, she is there.
In the storms of life, she holds tight and is ready to go through it all
During the moment of tears, she understands every bit that drops
When she is hurt so badly, she still feels there is someone to cater for
The world does not understand her love
It is a lesson to be taught in every institution
She is the angel of time that knows what is to be done
In her hurt, she presents the sweeter aspect of her love
Wandering across the world to compare her love was a grievous mistake
There was none compared to her
Her success dwells on the prize, not the process
When all is gone in the passing of time, she is the ‘last man standing.’
She defines love with her character and erases wrong with a listening ear
She goes through the thick and thin hustle to perfect everything within and without
How can this rose of love be rewarded?
Appreciate her with the best of might.
It is the necessity for nourishment and growth
It is the moment of Yes, I do!
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Matthew D.
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Is there a charm
For every time
You cause my heart harm?
Will I engrave it
With the date and time
Of the grievous act?
No need to use
That pretty gold charm
It’s already etched in blood
On it’s counter part
The real one beating in me…
My heart bleeding
Is there a charm
For every time
You cause my brain pain?
Will I engrave it
With the date and time
You played games with my mind?
No need to use
That pretty gold charm
It already etched in sorrow
On it’s counter part
The real one on my shoulders….
My eyes dripping with tears
Basking under moonlight glow
midst meteor rainfall wish
hearts struck with Cupid's arrow
soar high by love's blissful swish...
Enthralled around each other's warm embrace
their endearing gaze reflects partner's face
expressing care along joyous terrain
to conquer pain by compassion's gain...
As music wades, echoing grievous tone
they bend toward horrific end
turning like frozen bone
light* should amend...
now!
1 John 1:5 This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
February 16, 2026
9th place, "The Vester Step" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jami Patterson ; judged on 2/18/2026
January is never meant for blue
It is always of pure gold and the pearls
These days, if you wouldn't argue how true
It has done the do, January curls
Forgive January for its merry
Seized up by December's bill payment
And its galore enjoyment, unwary
Toasting eyes of its darling assortment
It was like a mile of thousand gazes
Grievous goodbye's wish, everyday is long
Seems unfortunate like lonely phases
How ideas run in disarray so wrong
December has blessed January rooks
In its entirety of heavenly nooks
Surely, the troubling peace of previous nights
Shall I see no more from February
The class dinner that breakfast deeply benights
Happy to see the best cautionary
Grateful for the opportunity, Sir
Knowing fully what time mean to pretend
Have I to unseal the veil not so blur?
Or get mind accepts to become unbend?
All baggages' swags claim to be of prudence
Young mind; old way home to pickup any
See discordant bail out of innocence
Enforce blinded choice on times so many
Thanks dearly Sir for the closed eyes given
No offense but heal flurry once driven
Gods and Devils
By S. Ravichandran (Elizabethan Sonnet)
From Heaven’s grace doth fall the gentle rain,
That healeth wounds within the suff’ring soul;
From Hell’s dark hand doth rise the tyrant’s chain,
Which bindeth hearts beneath his grim control.
Though devils reign o’er earth with scepter’d might,
And spread their power broad, both deep and strong,
Yet one small drop of love shall quell their night,
And break the cords that held thee bound so long.
When thou art cast into a pit of woe,
And grievous wounds do make thy spirit bleed,
Lo! Heaven’s light shall on thy pathway glow,
And grant thy heart the solace that it need.
Then lift thy prayer; His hand shall raise thee high,
To dwell with Him in peace beyond the sky.
Now there once was a man called Obama
who did more grievous harm than Osama.
At Hillary’s coax
they conspired a hoax
so coming your way is some bad karma!
Written: August 2025
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
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