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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Your input dims or blooms you
Your choice you voice
Your attitude you express
You always pour out
What's inside you
Intentionally or unintentionally.
Your input dims or blooms you
What you consume
Becomes your costume
It sharpens or weakens you
The habit you keep
Determines your lifestyle.
Your input dims or blooms you
To be informed is to be aware
To be correct is to be brave
Because it can take you to the grave
In this world of cruelty
Where the evil ones don't feel guilty.
The world in reverse just like karma
Seeds of the ancestors keep growing
Sometimes what we see is deceiving
Because people wear masks and some disguise
Pretending to be what they're not
Portraying to be allpowerful, then start straying.
The world in reverse
Would bring chaos or peace
Many will become biased or at the peak
What's up comes down
What first becomes last
What's moving onward and forward
Become slacker then move backwards.
The world in reverse
Would make many tremble
They'll be scared to strive in their path
For they know all the atrocities they did
Many give what they don't want to get
Then lament when they get what they gave.
The world in reverse
Some will sing melodies so sweet
Some will try to find their ways
Some will panic or perish
Even when others live in lavish
I'm not swearing or wish anyone bad
Trying to sweat out all nature taught me
It will be just if everyone gain their input
Let justice prevail.
Don't give it out
What you don't want
What you're getting
You gave time past
Your input creates
Your output doubled.
Galatians 6:7-8
Do not be deceived
God cannot be mocked
A man reaps what he sows
When the clock ticks
Times unviel it all.
Ecclesiastes 3
Time to be born and to die
Time to plant and to uproot
Time to kill and to heal
Time to weep and to laugh
Time to mourn and to dance
Time to search and to give up
Time to keep and to throw away
Time to tear and to mend
Time to be silent and to speak
Time to love and to hate
Time for war and for peace.
When we were created, we were given limited senses,
perhaps so as not to overwhelm our finite minds.
Like God, we delight in order, and there is much that we can do.
But our appetite for inputs has become a perilous addiction
and strains the limits even of our strengthening reasons.
We cannot tease the story from the storm.
So we snap-
13 October 2023
i don't read
a book on
the toilet
i try
to write
one
food, drink mood, and sex -,
if merely were man concerns
Rate is his output.
I initiate
I give
All without your help
Without your input
Love
Lord
she mastered her destiny, implementing thoughts of the perfect recipe. Crafted with a careful
eye, her goals will not be denied. She breathed the gift of life, and marveled at its
presence, in the creation lies her essence, style blended with grace, like a goddess who
wields her title effortlessly, what more can you expect from the creator of salon destiny..
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