can unvalued birthright animalize careless communications
indwelling deflective dejection again
mistaking recency with indelicate internment
she is psychoanalytic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
your communications firm is cockamamy ! I could complain but that
would be indelicate .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
an axiomatic actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst
your always mistaking her for me . that is careless and indelicate : I am through with you !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Dismally dashing, clashing cankering, sunken ravines
Braved the batterings of the black, heaving sea
Seized upon the cyclical stream ‘lined ‘long the wind
Yonder b’yond the decrepit hail,
Nailing mine knees upon this hill.
I sang by a bygone cheer, a childish chortle
Honed where, and whence
Mine woes wade with homeward hopes.
Now, where one dare awoke,
a-top such the slope
To sing a song that shall beat at the bulkheads,
of the boats borne below
A sonnet sung to arise with the seeds of the soil
Arise as a rose
Manned with the majesty, the masculinity,
Of the man within me.
So to see the afflicting affections,
Of the sanctity without me.
So to see and reel in the eel,
Of un-static enthusiasm.
So to know, mine might may deem me,
Not the man within me,
A dastardly indelicate dame.
11//5//2026
Not given to shades bolder
Opting to render her view
In the softest of pastel
Soft voiced soft hued
though iron clad willed
brush stroke gentle to canvas as well
Unable to see the unseemly side
The gauche vain
Indelicate sight
I wanted so to be like her
Failing miserably
try as I might
Keep your eye simple
Incorporated no
Cemented into her heart
Filtered once was filter enough
A glance
Needed just a start
The exit road to
Perdition
A way she fully dismissed
As an errant child sent to their room
to rue
the way remissed
Her eye sight beginning
to fail her now
Lenses covered in dust
Her vision yet still as
Clear as new day as
to where to put her trust
This I learned from my sister
A delicate flower
A force
To be reckoned with
As she made her point
Without ever raising her voice
Keep forever magenta memories,
chased in fields of old mud, barefooted,
allow disgrace and stigma to reveal,
fading amber secrets,
of indelicate curiosity,
scarlet laughter invited burgeoning confidence,
callow and covetous intrigue dissatisfied,
Mother Mary's flower bud sinned against,
when carnal instincts overwhelmed,
aching wounds of then still burnish,
but clemency is forever void of her embrace,
when the sullied clothed in midnight blue,
wept for fading Spanish guitars,
and thunder rumbled to the turquoise sea.
I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday.
Today I stink like cigarettes.
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart.
She yells something to her partner.
I don’t recognize the words, but….
Every time she yells this,
my belly hurts for days from her wickedly
insensitive manipulation, and indelicate prodding.
After fishing around with her hands, stirring
Green gum wrapper carcasses from one
Side of my tummy to the other,
She finally lets me catch my breath.
WHAM! I am completely dizzy when she
twists me upside down and shakes me hard,
Slapping my bottom with long, angry slugs.
I throw up pencils, pens, erasers, a variety of multi-colored
Toys, a washrag, crackers, cellophane wrappers,
A half-eaten candy bar, gritty stomach acid pills,
Paperclips, a baby’s shoe, two headbands, dust mites,
A dog biscuit and so many receipts it is ridiculous.
“Here they are!” Her partner calls.
She pops all the junk back into me, throws in
Her car keys for dessert, and off we go for more receipts.
I long for my clean shelf in Macy’s, and my relatives.
She was a high born whore,
who lived luxuriously
Didn't have one ounce of compassion for the poor
She licked the seethed bones
with a viper's tongue
Guillotine parlor games fed her bloodlust for doing wrong
Marie Antoinette
was as stone cold-hearted
as they get
When told there was a famine in the land,
and the people had no bread to make
She boorishly replied: Well, let them eat cake
Life under her evil reign was pure living hell,
thus the people rose up and violently rebelled
So she suffered a most indelicate fate,
got her head lopped off ...
sweet justice served on a pie plate
To Journey throughout the Seven Seas
Refereeing all their mysteries
Once one has captained his own ship
And avoided all manners indelicate dealing with the drip
God's Nature shall set you free
With abundant sustenance for all to see
Challenges met thru the toughest of degrees
Makes you a Man/Woman
Born from Adam and Eve
Graceful sits her hand upon his arm as they enter
He in his tails and best, she in silver splendor
His eyes scan for those that would covet her form
Her eyes search for men rich, widowed and forlorn
His goal tonight to catch her in a situation indelicate
Her goal to continue in high society and sophisticate
Thus, the dance begins
As she flirts with coy and non subtile implied ways
he roves the crowd waiting for her to finally stray
She has culled out her next meal ticket
While he is hiding, waiting in a laurel thicket
To be a mistress, aging, is the death knoll
For one who never put away for future goals
She and her senior aged new par amour
stroll along the garden, into the darkened core
just when it is she is about to close the deal
Out he jumps, proclaiming his true love he does steal
And thus he is free to find a younger soiled dove
And she is thus inclined to marry, but not for love
Thus, the dance ends
What pleases man whose hard as steel,
And in his heart, he cannot feel,
Injustice, injury, insult?
Hard as steel, with blunt device,
Effective when he needs to strike,
A deal, a triumph, a price!
Blatant in his way, he conquers forth,
Indelicate; but sure with zeal,
He’s strong, and he has won his worth!
Consider a man as instrument,
Delicate, complex; heart contends,
Injustice, injury, insult?
Sensor, senses finely tuned; designed,
To facilitate endless rules,
Be real, be friend, be nice!
Hard as steel can smash him down,
Indelicate but he will frown,
I’m wrong, and I have lost my precious crown.
- Show quoted text -
Falling in love
Is a decent manifestation
Of emotional full growth;
Falling out of love
Is an indelicate indication
Of emotional immaturity.
Author's note
Inspired by the immortal words as intoned by
Sir William Shakespeare
that needs to be reckoned with.
To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in discouragement when all the world's snowing
To pick up oneself and hang weeping to dry
To wish these emotions would latch on to brevity
To be all but broken, to silently cry
To yearn to be held in your delicate nature
To wish that the world knew your name on it's tongue
To break your own heart into mosaic pieces
To be less indelicate, or just to be young
To sleep without darkness or white noise or heat
To soak up a bath and wash dust off your feet
To shine up the glass skin and blow up your lungs
To be in your solitude enigma complete~
With fine motor tremor, in rapture tilts the head,
Half shut eyes, swathed scant scent,
Fresia and wild strawberry haunts nakedly
The throat.
Up close and personal, magnified each
Singular contour, tincture and pore
Of facial ambiguity.
And traces fingerprints on her cheek,
Relaying no Braille revelation;
Probing uncertainty, sensors brush nerves,
The bee sting of her lips.
A gleaned iota of prophecy foretells nothing
Of the kiss or the kiss not to be
Reciprocated at the nectarine integrate;
Evolve of moist realism.
Or, perhaps, to hang there unfulfilled,
Indelicate of savour and incomplete;
A torment, a frozen gasp for eternity,
To hunger?
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