Novelist pinnacle
Love and War
Situations and circumstances
Chapters upon chapters embrace
Diabolical thoughts
Words illustrating themselves
Sentences acquainting
For whom, what and why
Journeying into adventure
Emotions interlock
Actions through responses
The Sun that never sets
Nighjts that are uncertain
Heart with thorns
Storms that bring clarity
Eyes observed
Mind settling deep into thought
What tomorrow brings
Novelist blend
Motion of Ernest Hemingway.
inadvertently ineffectually interlock initial in introspect invite
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
If my heart ever has trouble dancing on beat
Just put your lips on mine
When the poem won't write itself
Gently hold my hand
Because when your lips interlock
With my emotions
Holding the world feels as if I'm holding you
I’d be lying if I said my forevers
Didn’t send you an invitation
In every possibility
You make my imagination
A calm reality
Dreams become passing thoughts
Breathing obsolete
My soul defies gravity
I didn’t fall, I reached for you
Knowing together we're that much closer to heaven
With your love under my wings
Your safety in my arms
This life has no interrupting alarms
Carry this one request
Allow me to crave you
Not to be too forward
But I've been waiting for you
Since I thought I understood sacrifice
Then I began fasting to grasp what I didn't first comprehend
I been fasting
To experience love at its purest form
I’ve been talking to patience
To get familiar with your voice
A voice that makes the echo home
A voice that rocks me to sleep
A voice I long to see
p.s. I just want to be in your presence…
Multitudinous micro-
oscillations manifest
misleadingly,
Quarks quintessentially
quantify questionable
quantum- permanence,
Subatomic structures subtly
simulate substantial
superficies
Macroscopic mutability,
Fleeting fluctuations
fabricated from formless
frequency- fields,
Intricate interfaces interlock
intersecting illusory imagery,
Disintegrating dimensions
deceive dedicated density-
seekers,
Evanescent energies
effortlessly evade external
examination,
Architectural absolutes
automatically atomize along
apertures,
Vaporous voids vividly veil
vast vacuousness.
Fleeting matter masks
quantum voids.
Purpose and People
The thought of any Poet
Storytelling Soul
Words and Sentences in an instance
Alpha by Alpha reference
Need and Desire
Sharing experiences no one knows
Emotions interlock
Poet key to unlock
From Poet heart to Reader’s heart
That’s where Poetry starts
It leaves a thinking mark
Appreciation for spoken words
A need to be heard
Utterance and tolerance responses
Upon Poet’s highest thinking
Behind the words that readers don’t see
Preparation in advance
Situations that only a Poet can clarify
A Poet’s life
Daily and Intertwining
Around the clock
Morning, Noon and Night
Like a statue being the “Thinker”
Idealistic view
Poet being the craft of their own masterpiece
Alone and accounted for
Purpose Poet the Inspired Poet
Piece by piece, bit by bit,
biting the steak, drinking the wine,
burying each cutout into its place.
My place in the banquet of life,
just like a puzzle, sometimes
sunshine yellow, sometimes fear,
midnight blue, a little unclear,
smiling when the quagmire
is revealed as a masterpiece.
Tight corners, dire straits,
when observed by passing time,
mere mosquito mementoes.
Souvenirs, those war wounds,
that touch the grandkid’s ears.
Many pieces will be picked up
through their years, as I disappear,
never completely, but eventually
melding into their big picture,
and so it goes through the generations,
biting the steak, drinking the wine,
reflections of time; crumbling cardboard
refined, sublime, wizened, sharp,
suspended, haloed; will progeny
interlock generations with gratitude?
Crystal teardrops
fell from my heart
the moment I met you
and time stood still
long enough
for our spirits to interlock.
Somehow I knew
that you were the one
God said
would be my Destiny,
the one I prayed
would one day
find her way to me..
And from the moment
our eyes met,
Crystal teardrops
fell from my heart
because I knew
that moment defined
the beginning
of our connection
and the beginning
of our love's conception.
I never told you this,
but even today
Crystal teardrops
fall from my heart
when I am with you.
These droplets represent
my happiness
my appreciation
for all you mean to me,
and loving you
as deeply as I do,
creates in me
an ever burning fire
of Serenity,
and only those
who have known
a love this deep can
truly understand
the meaning
of
Crystal teardrops
falling from the heart
I Celebration in the Year 2000
Cultures combine with cornucopia chalices
Spinning with starry spices steaming dreams
All together with pollination of feather flowers
Flowing with global glowing hope harvests
We capture watercolor waterfalls words
From freedom chests echoing expressions
With experiences exalting joyful gemstones
Teaching circulation of time's dancing chapters
We interlock internally with orchestra grace
Where world's writers inscribe soul scrolls
II Desolation in the Year 2001
Insane airplanes fire and flame wanton wars
From unknown blistering hate death's fate
Buildings burn with smoky skeletons
Tomb's teeth bleed scythe seeds upon
aghast eyesight halting worldwide scarred souls
Ghosts of time's crimson crimes question peace
From horror history halls that crumble with calls
Ringing culture's forever communication chairs
Within time's decorative trusting chambers only
exist with sweating escorts to eagle engine exits
Citrus hints of lemon and lime
Chewing on endless nuisance
Depth of a refillable hole dug
Mountain of trance unscalable
Footsteps dissolve into echoes
Swallowed by sharp currents
Through mist of fractured days
Incoherence sways in the breeze
Hands reach but never interlock
Notes fading over looping time
A story written but half baked
Lost in space between moments
We hate each other's point of view.
We beg to differ to avoid a blew.
We reach across the deep chasm divide,
To sit for a time on the other side.
Yet we are friends, despite all this,
Content to pretend that ignorance is bliss.
As we set our differences aside,
Hold space to hear and let our feud slide.
We enjoy this game we jointly play,
Where trust and doubt have their way.
We frenemies are both foe and friend
With an ironic paradox that will never end.
So, let's drink to ties that bind
Us together, twisted, and intertwined.
As friend and enemy threads over-sewn
To interlock our relationship set in stone.
Puzzle pieces are made so that they interlock,
but sometimes one of us gets bent out of shape,
and no matter how hard I try to make you understand
you're like that misfit puzzle piece with eyes agape,
acting like you're always right, but stubborn as a rock.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
You and I can be like that, obstinate and headstrong,
not willing to give an inch, no matter who is wrong,
and it's the reason why we cause each other strife.
We're as diverse as a pitch black night is to daylight.
That's why our opposite opinions become an argument,
in which we use bitter words in a rage to vent.
I doubt we'll ever find the patience that we need
for one of us to give up the fight and finally concede.
If one of us it has to be, I'm sure it will have to be me
because long ago I learned not to do battle with the devil.
The way to make our pieces fit is to agree to disagree.
I'd rather enjoy life that way, before stooping to your level.
When I see her life gets easier, and then she smiles, and it feels like everything is in fast forward
I'm desperately reaching for moments and memories to hold, and then she smiles, reminding me it will all be ok even when it's a rainy day, even when it's not ok
She's still here with me, her smile is my heartbeat, it never leaves even when you're not next to me
Because what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours
Meaning even when your smile can't breathe, because our feelings interlock the same way our fingers do when we hold hands
Our feelings interchange the same way we change outfits when we want to match and one of us is wearing the wrong shirt
I guess what I'm trying to say is I didn't give you a slice of my heart I gave you the whole thing, sweetie pie
So, if your tears aren't happy, they can have mine, her smile is the only warmth I want in the winter
Her smile is heaven on earth
She has an angel smile that shines brighter than her halo
p.s. when she smiles my direction I get lost...
Everyone enjoys cruising easy street
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock
Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour
Diverting your good vibes off track
Unsure if you will be able to endure
Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar
So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core
In some versions they are masked with glory
In other versions their task is yet
But still, they leave, some with coats of honour
Some with crowns of ashes
Questions unanswered and stories untold
The sting of their absence licking on the presence of their past
The abysmal depth of their silence ostracizing emotions of those left behind from basic reality
Demons smiling, angels on duty
Heavens shaking, earth succumbing
The stage is a metaphor,
Crowded with symbols
Left by those who will never speak
Still they keep leaving, in the most abrupt demeanour
Some with a forewarned salute, some with mystery
Either way, the pain is excrutiating
Trumpets are blowing
There is commotion in the earthly courts
Waters are meandering with destinies and changing courses
Tears are waterfalls.
Sobs and confusions interlock in the weaving of sanity
No one here is exceptional.
This one is no man's game,
This wave moves like rooks with lurking eyes and a ghostly hunger.
No time to say goodbye
The world is weeping
Heavens please,
Forgive us
Cool waves gliding in the ocean,
Breathtaking view in motion,
Stunning creation from God above,
Showing us His great love.
Splashing through the mighty rock,
Soothing sounds as land and sea interlock,
Synchronize movements of birds up high,
Peace within as look up in the sky.
Bluish water kissing the thirsty beach pit,
As I walk majestically in front of the sunset,
April 20, 2022
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