will we soak languidly into
introspect and interlock belligerently
in purposefully jesting profanely tidy
obscureness or inadvertently invite taunting
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
your blushingly
billions cross
emptiness fluctuating
figure always
dispute again
unimaginably destruction
a courtship
craven gripping
an inadvertently
invite oiled
the sham
but bidder
animation could
tidy through
promotional jesting
taunting these
darkly doings
those scripted
will deny
our venomous
probing fare
soak that
unbrainwashed slobber
and waive
initial flaw
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
June brings a remarkable berry.
July’s reveal is quite eerie!
Jokester jumps up to laugh.
Just a lookalike! It’s a chaff!
Juneberries are a mistake,
Jesting at its genuine fake.
Jinxed, a blueberry to imitate.
The man in the elevator was smartly dressed
A red carnation was on his breast pocket pressed
I asked him, just jesting, on which floor was the feast
“Thirteen,” he said gravely, forcing a smile at least.
I pressed the button for us because it was clear
He could not reach it though he would stand on a tier
“Must be a huge party,” I said, “enjoy the food,”
And stopped in time from asking, “Would there be some nude?”
We stood in total silence ‘til we heard it “Ding!”
The doors parted fast to a party in full swing.
Someone playing Für Elise stopped and gruffly asked,
“Is it bloody Igor, back with our food at last?”
JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ
Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin,
Echos of laughter where the black cat has been.
Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight,
Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night.
In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes,
Chaos and humor wherever you go.
Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme,
Darkness falls heavy, we've outlasted all time.
As twin souls twined in this haunted design,
Whispers and shadows our playful domain.
Never a moment without a joke, and a little bit of pain.
Numbness steals the laughter from the cold, still air.
Watching the black cat's shadow creep with care,
All the playful skeletons now return to their rest.
Darkness waits, as a new night puts us to the test,
As twin souls, our mirth is kept in a cage.
Cold moonlight turns another haunted page.
In the silence, our jokes are a forgotten dream.
Still, we are bound by this eternal scheme.
Sister, our dance will continue past all time.
Endlessly in this graveyard, our ghostly mime.
Jesting with shadows, our hearts beat a slow rhyme.
Jesting without manifesting
Joking without spending or investing
Jovial and fair
Jolly times in the air
Living as I dare
Showing that I care
Words delight me, incite me,
Inspire and light me
Jesting, joking, jovial, and jolly
hickery dickery, dolly and holly
Jumping, twirling and swirling in my brain
If this were a song, I’d think up a refrain
How do you do, Point of Exclamation?!
We love your disposition of hooray,
We bask in your uplifting sensation,
Without you words would dry up in dismay.
“Oh thank you, I’m fantastic! Awesome! Great!
I thrive indeed on fulsome words of praise,
My final punch is not to punctuate -
My one and only goal is to amaze!”
You sure run on a brighter sunny side,
One mark and we jolt to your vivid vibe!
What would ameliorate your cheerful pride,
And turn your tone into a jesting jibe?
“Oh Boy! I fear my joyful cover blown!
Oh well! Though I appreciate the wit,
I hate when used for monotonous tone
With an assumption that I can fix it.”
You stand alone but carry so much weight,
How do you strut your stature straight and proud?
“By adding zeal and zest to what you state,
I smile, chuckle, grin and laugh out loud!”
Your punctual purpose clearly beats the rest
Where from you generate your spunky spark?
“Oops! My attention span isn’t the best!
Too many queries, ask a question mark!”
Absolutely being
charming daring every
favorite genius has ignited jesting kindness
literally making never optional
progress quite remarkable staying tremendously
under vigilent wisenheimer xenogenetic yearning
zealots
mostly
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tramp
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*Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary
“Facetious” joking or jesting often
inappropriately
incessant talker
zero common sense
wisecracking wizard
a jesting joker
annoying others
relatives run
co-workers hide
strangers don’t know
until they do….
resident
idiot
family clown
moron
buffoon
twit
June 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-18
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD TO WHOM WE POUR OUT
OUR TEARS UNTO
Praise be to God to Whom we pour out our tears unto for:
Joy of no joke
Justice midst jesting
Joviality against jitters
Jubilation beyond jackpot
Job that jolts us to jolly journey
Job 17:15 Praise be to the Lord for assuring us hope in His:
Kingdom along His gracious kinship
Kindness with His granted knowledge
Kingship, governing us along our kneeling
Keenness, guarding us from being knocked-out
Keeping with His gloriousness beyond kindling kaleidoscope
Job 18:18 Praise be to the Saviour for His light:
Leading us to His love
Livening us by His lawful lessons
Liberating us against lamentations
Lengthening our lives for lovely legacy
Letting us listen to and laud His loftiness for our learning. Amen!
June 4, 2024
In lands where emerald skies meet snowy ground,
A tranquil scene, a paradise is found.
Within the chill, my heart finds sweet release,
As nature's allure grants inner peace.
The sky, a canvas of green hue above,
Transforms the snow into a verdant glove.
A swirling dance, a spectacle so rare,
A testament to nature's tender care.
In this enchanted realm, sorrows wane,
As nature's beauty heals each lingering pain.
Here, in the snow's soft embrace, we find
A sanctuary for the troubled mind.
With friends, we build in joy and jesting glee,
While snownado whirls, a sight to see.
In present bliss, past and future fade away,
Beneath green skies in winter's tranquil sway.
Cora and Captain Hook arrive in Once Upon a Time.
They’re not looking for happily ever afters, but
to rock the boat. One is evil; the other’s out for revenge.
She’s an old bat and he is charming, but
not in a Prince Charming kind of way. He’ll lean in
and provoke a heart beat - is he jesting or real,
you never know. You have to wait to find out, but
meanwhile he steals the heart of the savior,
Emma Swan, but she’s mostly onto him. Charming
is her father and Snow White, her mother, so
she knows what true love is and is
not. Hook’s a dashing pirate, not
the look of Dustin Hoffman. So Hook appeals
to Emma’s adventurous, not virtuous side, and
she gets burned by his kiss - *a dream
is a wish your heart makes.*
1/14/2023
*Disney song, Songwriters:
Mack David / Jerry Livingston / Al Hoffman / Oliver Wallace
Cheeky lime fairies
displaying floral fauna
jesting in God's hands
It feels so nice
To see them walking hand in hand
It feels so nice
To see them leading a peaceful life
It feels so nice
seeing them raising their kids together
It feels so nice
seeing them supporting each other
It feels so nice
looking at them serving God together
It feels so nice
seeing them pray together
It feels so nice singing together
It feels so nice
seeing them laughing, jesting and joking together
Love is powerful
Love is stronger
Love is awesome
It feels so nice
Seeing them walking together
Oh! It feels so nice to see them happy
IT FEELS SO NICE
By Sylvia Semo
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