In late January, I met them. It was a corner that I finally turned in my life. Shy… that was never me until I lost my friends. And when I found new ones, I was still that.
But friendships are sweet.
We acted like we'd known each other forever after a month, and it was almost a honeymoon period. I was learning inside jokes and the tea about all the guys.
See… friendships are sweet.
Prom was exactly four months after we met, and we all were in our gowns and new at this, being freshman that year. I left them for a bit, to talk to my crush, and they kept cheering me on. I love them so much.
Friendships are so sweet.
Never forget that.
They'll grow into a tree that bears many aamazing fruits, and you jus have to be patient with it.
Love you are so sweet, you are the one I love, you make me feel so high.
High like the mountains, your love takes me high and high that I feel like I am in the sky.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love when you are near, I feel your care, your smile lights the room, like a moon shinning you shine bright in my heart.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love you so much, you make all of my nights feel bright, you make all of life’s moments feel special and bright.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
the chances are it is not love
who has abandoned whom
it is you who prefers to walk
in some air of perfection
where we all should lounge
by some ideal meandering stream
where an ambiance of forever spring
strolls along water's edge
you have been too long absorbed
in some wayward messenger
fumbling away the message
in your air of perfection
you are the beggar dreaming of horses
a poor Lotherio with little success
one who has yet to learn
the greatest lesson in love
you cannot give away
let alone hope to have
love demands devotion
asks nothing for itself
you have wasted a gift
free from the Most High
Oregon 9/28/26
as they
understand and
drive snorting
oxybenzene not
greatly unawares
of lightheaded
reflective breath
a spiteful
zombie confronting
again brainwashed
beret sociopath
unfalteringly abusive
handicap boloney
that parade
marches gloatingly
gutenberg freebee
would gratify
faulty ghost
with nonsweet
buttercup ooze
always demonstrate
rinse towel
you encounter
this reschedule
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
High society has always been
High above the rest
High in their castle and oasis
High in the penthouse and palace
High in the big house and gated suburb.
While the rest wander the hills and fields
Streets and alleys, making a living
Or scraping a living.
Seeking greener lands of the free
Ever westward;
Pilgrims and pioneers, trappers and traders
Roughnecks and rednecks
Seeking their own jackpot
From the Klondike to Vegas.
High and low have always existed side by side
One above, one below
It’s no different today
Just more of both
With the gap between wider than ever.
But what really is high and low?
Are those at the top better as well as richer,
And those at the bottom really less than?
One man’s wealth is another’s poverty
The loss of freedom within a gilded cage.
What is richness, or beauty, for that matter
If it is only measured against another
And not a natural quality of just being alive?
The gap between have and have nots
Is material, but that gap is easier to cross
Than the inner gap that doesn’t know
And cannot see what real wealth, beauty
Freedom and exalted being really means.
(9/22/26)
The biggest question of our time
Is low vs high trust culture.
Which one do you want to live in
And be part of?
There is a difference you know,
Valid differences based on how people act.
Do you want your neighbors to act with integrity
Or with impunity?
If you say impunity, you don’t even belong
In a first world nation.
Either go back
Or take a visit and don’t come back,
High trust is, as with all trust,
Something earned not given.
(9/14/26)
SAVOUR THIS, MY CHILD
Nothing reflects reality
Like God’s supreme beauty.
Look into the mirror, child,
And see His greatest reward:
Savour it in thanksgiving, for a while:-
No matter how many times you do,
You’ll always see God’s precious beauty
Looking back at you: this will always be true:-
Know that your beauty has its fragility, needing
To be anchored and solidified before it can be
Sanctified utility: codifying its glorifying liberty:-
Bobby still remembers his High School Sophomore year
Rarely do his other memories still ring so clear
But he also recalls letters to Christine (his girl at the time)
They are so vivid he can quote every line
Sometimes they skipped their classes just to talk for a while,
He adored that girl to madness,
her brilliance and style
That year was precious,that year was a bit wild
He's not living with any regrets,
That year and that girl left impressions he'll never forget
By: J.N.R Dutton
A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
Melomania
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Written By:Redamancy Mamihlapinatapai
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Sotto Voce-Col Legno Intro
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Con amore sing with love and affection.
Appassionato sing with deep passion
and intense emotion.
Amoroso sing in a loving, tender way.
Con tenerezza sing with gentle tenderness.
Romanza Romanza
she said for me to sing
a song of love and romance
a song for soothing dance
Oh sing to me
a love themed night
Amoroso: oh sing for me
Auh ooh
Warble and croon
sing with effection
Suonare in modo amorevole e tenero.
Appassionato
auh ooh auh
ooh we auh know
profonda passione ed emozione intensa.
d'amore, Romanza
auh amore auh sing
ah song of passion
oh love for me
sing a song to me
Suonare in uno stile cantabile e fluido.
Suonare con dolcezza e tenerezza.
Un brano musicale lirico, emozionante
espressivo, spesso incentrato
su una storia .Con tenerezza
oh lover for me
sing a love song to me
And the Lord said,
Lo and behold,
Take this day of rest
And gaze directly into
The high and unbeholdable.
(8/30/26)
Johnny grew up hard,
where the streets were mean
His wits were usually sharp,
and his eyes were keen
Gigi was bright,
and a high school beauty queen,
John thought they were worlds apart
Not just different leagues,
and even though she made his soul sing
He thought:
"No way she'd ever go for a guy like me"
But turned out he was wrong, so pleasantly
Twenty years on and the life they've built
Couldn't be more amazing
By: J.N.R Dutton
(1)
fox pudding country--
oh my default performance
at manual bat!!!!!
(2)
profundity dung
preaching lard mop alchemy--
bum in Atlantis
(3)
putting my fortune
into charming herdsman's romp--
a tainted stuntman
(4)
putrefying glut-
ton's another monthly corpse
taunting attainments
(5)
pignut putty fumes
from slothful melting acorn
rot haunt iguanas
Three thousand chairs are crammed across the field,
A sea of cheap black gowns and melting ice.
We’re sitting trapped without a sunlit shield,
While sweat drips down my neck to mock me twice.
The principal yells names at breakneck pace,
A steady roar from "Aaron" down to "Zane."
I’m stuck somewhere around the middle space,
My rear is numb, my brain feels like pure pain.
By letter M, the afternoon turns harsh,
Lost in a sea of gowns forevermore.
Are we graduating or trapped in a marsh?
The kid beside me starts to nod and snore.
Three thousand names read off without a pause—
I only stayed because my mom said I had to!
I experienced early on the block
Don't respect a rebel
So I etched my own lane, created
On truth,
And battled every day just to
Earn my come-up
' Cause the streets only fear a real rebel
One who won't fold, won't flex from the truth.
Some twilights I bled for the cost of truth
But discomfort never immobilized my
Hierarchy rise,
It only amplified the fire in a rebel.
Rebel, truth, rise; the lore I transmit through
The shadows
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