Elizabeth Bathory Wakka
Was awfully good in the sacka
She'd jump on your face
And writhe with such grace
Then spit out her bright red tobakka.
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)
The witches brew was real thick
Also, they needed a gullible trick
To season their brew
All the way through
Those bones they wanted to pick
On Halloween a ghoul
Grab me from behind
Dragging me to the graveyard
Behind an old church as
I kicked and shouted
Two men suddenly appeared
And attacked it, while I
Ran for my life but when
I stopped and looked back
The men had strangely disappeared
On Halloween the ghosts
Were in full view
Haunting and trying to
Catch you
A vampire looked around
To see how many victims
He could find, he saw
Two necks pulsing fast
So, he planned to jump their ass
Ha, he laid-in-wait for
His delicious date
So, as they walked out the door
He quickly slammed them to the floor
The two began to change
Into something that looked real strange
The poor vampire tried to flee
Not knowing that he was the key
To setting those creatures free
At dinner today,
My Mommy and
My Daddy
Were being weird
Instead of them
Usually being tired,
They smiled a lot
Too Smiley
And also
My Daddy made
The food today
Mommy is supposed to make the food
The food didn’t taste yummy
The food tastes yummy always
Mommy and Daddy
Are starting to be
Kinda
Sorta
Just a little
Scary
At night
When I got up
To tell them
I had a nightmare
They were not asleep
Mommy was just
Sitting on the couch
Wide awake
Daddy was smiley again
Too Smiley
Daddy and Mommy
Are starting to be
Kinda
Sorta
Super Duper
Scary
I don’t think
That Mommy
And Daddy
Are the right ones anymore
I saw them pouring
Saltwater on my
Flowers
The ones I got from Mommy
I’m scared
This Mommy
And this Daddy
Are not my
Beautiful
Mommy
Kind
Daddy
Where did they go?
Where Did They Go?
WHERE DID THEY GO?
I want them back
The shins born of black blood were browning after the thins
So see we earned the gold medal and tried our hand at fins?
Things the eye should be kept from.
Dear sentry, with your own!
Of its brightness wrapped above
For that being of Love.
Shameless, for naked horrors
All feel meant for trapped in.
For worlds, vilest, sectioned off as
Hate's stalked through morass.
Rotten Meat.
There’s no feeling like feeling like rotten meat,
That every part of your body is rotting away,
No matter how many times you fix it, it just keeps rotting,
But no one can see it.
My mind is rotten, covered in mold,
The mold covers my right eye,
Fogging my vision of things that could have been,
Leaves me with the buzzing of flies in my head.
My bed has become like a coffin,
A forever resting place,
To live with the decay that surrounds me,
I shroud myself in total musty darkness.
I dream of my right eye falling out,
It getting up and walking away from me,
It would be salvation from an existence of rot,
I would no longer be rotten meat.
In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
Averting their eyes, the channel they turn
as yet another forest burns
Temperatures climb every year
sure cure for heat – down another beer
Glaciers melting fast, oceans rising
no problem – oldsters busy downsizing
The weather’s now gone insane
forming in the Pacific, three hurricanes*
Sounds awful, but patriots stay in their lane
they just keep toking up on Mary Jane
_____________________________________________________
*as reported in the "Wall Street Journal," 9/5/2026
(Repost of a former poem, “If I Could Change The Past,” written 2016)
September eleven, two-thousand-one-
dark age of homeland terror had begun.
If only I could change this horrid past-
alleviate deep pain from grief at last.
Three thousand souls were lost forever, then:
three hundred forty-three were brave firemen,
so many whom I'd come to know before,
when they'd stop by our fire equipment store.
Our County is just sixty miles away
from New York City, South of us, and they
would often live up North in New York State,
commute each shift- but many met their fate.
One family resided on our street.
That morning, he left home- for death to meet.
So many others we will never see
who purchased goods from us so faithfully.
For those who died, whose bodies were not found,
we gifted presentation helmets bound
to loved ones for the funerals they held.
Such awful, somber days, unparalleled.
If I could change the past and turn back time,
erase that day of tragedy and crime,
my heart, with all the others, would rejoice
that these poor souls could live a life of choice.
Apologies...
Remember that ifs, buts, and maybes
mean nothing to mad dogs with rabies.
For, in either case,
they'll rip off your face,
and then will proceed to your baby's.
Here I am slowing down again
fidgeting with things, tarrying, stalling out
Anything to put off that horrible moment
that near-catastrophic split second
O! I just can’t face the prospect
I can’t face the thought of it
I certainly can’t put it into MERE WORDS!
It’s too devastating to let it happen
So, I won’t. I’ll continue to procrastinate
to put it off forever, though no later…
Ease up, dear reader ~
I just tossed the best book ever into the incinerator
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