Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
innocence glowing
tiny hands create magic
that baby claps hard
It isn’t that I begrudge
you taking what is yours,
for, who am I to judge
what perishes or what endures?
From dust we have sprung
and to it we shall return,
and when our song is sung
its words we will unlearn.
But why so young, so innocent
a flower you chose to pluck?
To me it seems indecent
that such a life be struck.
Perhaps it had displeased you
in a naïve and unsuspecting way.
But with you one cannot argue
that it may only have been child’s play.
Or maybe, quite the reverse,
it pleased you in excess,
and from the whole universe
this flower you chose to bless.
In saying nothing
I’ve said all,
in truth my silence lies.
I’m not hiding,
I stand tall,
consent and dissent my allies.
In time they’ll understand,
for now, it suffices to say:
Nothing
Loudly,
so that the whole world can hear.
( 8th Placement in Rob Carmack's Polarity Contest)
Of all the phases,the best phase of life
Although you try,can not out wipe.
The little toes,the little fingers
Some are dancers,some are singers.
The innocent creature, with ego and fear
Knows no sins,enjoys,plays,ready to cheer.
Dearest to mother, yet open to all
Eager to explore, after every fall.
Enjoys the company of dear ones
Jumps into adventures,missing no chance.
Childhood days and childhood years
The fancy characters of child,every parent bears.
The snapshots of childhood memories stay forever
The years lived then...return never.
Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
.
Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
Next, if we should meet, it would take a great deal
of restraint to maintain a kind heart.
In all pleading and attempts at understanding,
remained an underlying distrust.
The disbelief of misplacing money,
extended by the feeling like a joke.
No room for Ha-Ha's / ain't a damn thing funny.
Sent into a position that would not budge.
Determination fixed, sent whirling and twirling with
zero fact 'n no time flat.
A suspicious umbra you put me on.
Fueled by a disbelief without reason.
The distance closing / violence quickly approaching.
Told keep it, all the while never having it.
no longer having it,
you let me have it.
Remaining respectful.
Shame on me / force of habit.
It's clear truth doesn't represent yourself.
Now I'll knock that picture off your shelf.
Those smiles and laughs, those wild, irrational cries,
The ease of trusting all the souls around,
That prompt, sweet nod to check parental eyes—
Were these not graces with which I was crowned?
I lived in moments, free from heavy weights.
I did not label things as good or bad.
Was I designed for punishments or fates?
Could I be truly, deeply grave or glad?
I did not judge. I did not loathe or hate.
Each soul could trust and fully lean on me.
No one within my circle was too great.
In my calm presence anyone felt free.
Have guileless blossoms withered as I’ve grown?
Far from my own true self, has my soul flown?
Why is it my fault?
Honest, I promise it really wasn't me.
I'm just an innocent bystander.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
charming armed with spells
she had bewitched her lover
accused by neighbor
july ninety two
prominent salem trials
three hundred years back
she was innocent
her drowning was proof of this
no consolation
Ancillary evidence, so often underrated
undeterred... underestimated
As I remember
some other Christmas,
tonight falling once
for us by the hearth,
your coming only
the snow had felt,
how you entered
my lifetime with
childhood love,
Winter's first~
verses in
aged kindling;
how the
staid fire's
long
Having no interest in politics,
Like a fly on the wall sitting idle
watching only flaws but taking no risks
to rectify or solve dirty riddle.
Me a observer of hypocrisy
of the wicked political leaders
engaged in insulting democracy.
Being patient, I endure all disorders.
While running unhealthy administration
Public to stay silent in corruption.
They came at dawn, no proof in hand,
Just whispers dressed as fact and brand.
A name, a nod, a hunch, a lie—
Enough to cage the passerby.
The cell was cold, the hours slow,
They said, confess, and you may go.
But truth’s no friend to those in chains,
It starves where silence still remains.
No witness stands, no weapon gleams,
Just shattered hope and broken dreams.
The judge—he sees, his eyes are gray,
He knows the truth but looks away.
Without allocution, guilt’s not sealed,
Yet justice bends, the verdict’s wheeled.
You sign the plea—your soul’s receipt,
A deal struck down where law retreats.
Freedom traded for a lie’s deceit.
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