I felt a sudden warmth around me, and a cool breeze blowing over me, I looked around to see what it could be but all I see was me. It was me feeling the warmth in me, it was me casting the shadows over the seas and it was me walking around with me. There is a mural around the sun, and it has been there before the universe began, the moon and the stars surround it, and a special force is protecting it. The earth is really warm and something unusual will reveal itself before the break of dawn, a thunderstorm will not do the tele-graphic image will open it to you. I scroll my thoughts around the radiant sun, and I could feel the energy advancing around me and something peculiar pushing me. Nature is sending a message to you so make sure you get it before the day is through, for somethings magnetic is transpiring in the air but the pressure will keep everything intact before you get there. The mural around the sun is me and it sends energy to the magnetic field so watch out for that oversized deal.
With the assist of the wind,
The leaves can fly.
But if they could see;
If they could hear;
If they touch and feel;
If they could smell;
If they could taste;
And then, tell us all about it.
Can you imagine what
that would be like?
If leaves could talk,
They would tell us all
about the beauty they see,
As they float across the
Landscapes of Fall.
Leaves, in many respects,
are a lot like us mortals,
never knowing the details of their destiny;
never knowing if they shall rise and grow
strong and tall, or grow weak and fall;
Or whether they shall change course and stall.
Like many of us, leaves simply 'go with the flow'.
When it's time to leave, I suppose the leaves
and the trees like us, sometime grieve.
If leaves could talk,
like us creatures under the sun,
Perhaps they would teach us to know
when we are done, and how to understand
the seasons of life and move on.
We live in a world where we choose
To just completely cut off one another
Where we can simply hit a button that allows us
To have no contact with another
And then we wait
We wait till we can't take it anymore
That we click that very same button
We used to push the other away to see
If they sent a message
Posted a status
Liked a picture
Tagged a post
To than sit and wait some more
The More time we waste
Just to waste more time on
someone we didn't want
To see
Didn't want to talk too
Didn't want anything from
So we block
We forget
We move on
Through grey rainfall,
The rose cannot see the sun,
But time still calls
And alone it must grow on.
Yet shrouded in the shadow
Of grim well-worn roads,
Stars shine bright,
Their gold light,
On a lone budding rose.
I loved you
But God, I had to leave
It wasn't you but it wasn't me
We just didn't work and I had to leave
But I need you to know
It hurt me too
She departs under
A canopy of deep red-
Foliage of farewell.
I drift like leaves falling dry
Discarded and not wanted.
Watching them leave
Holding my sister dearly
Trying not to cry
Why did they have to go?
But my sister seems dull
"Bye bye" is all she says
autumn shakes threadbare
spent leaves loosen from brown stems
each clings to the bough
waiting for the tug of wind
to show buds in leaf axils
one leaf lies pressed flat
between pages seldom turned
kept from rain and light
its veins mirror buried roots
grounding what the leaf recalls
wine darkens the glass
one mouthful remains untouched
thirst catches its shine
sweetness ripens when restrained
the tongue leaves a taste behind
on dust-silver shelves
each book keeps its well-thumbed leaves
spines remember hands
binding what the years recall
in their dog-eared aftermath
names fade from old cards
ink gives way to the humdrum
old contacts grow pale
what I leave for others' eyes
means nothing to their kind ghosts
leaf settles on leaf
each layer hides another
last in, first recalled
gathered from one's only life
their weight growing underneath
neither dusk nor dawn
can deceive me about leaves
I shed, keep, forgo
forget, give away, hold back—
each leaves something of a life
I hate good-byes.
There is nothing good
in them.
They are too permanent.
Ominous par excellence.
I said good-bye
to a friend once,
never saw him twice.
No, there is nothing good
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
DEEPHEARTED
By Frank Daub
Softly told –
in the manner of a wedding vow –
“I am going home”.
Said in the morning light sitting at my side.
I saw the Bride
that she had been. The GIRL
that willed to give all –
And DID.
I write it now – to help my soul
ACCEPT the fate He sent.
Belief comes now in waiting
And
Holding tight the Sacrament –
of living as He told us
So.
They say, “Not everything is about you,”
but what if every wound was true?
They say, “We never meant to hurt,”
but what if pain was not an accident?
They think I'm losing interest, losing me,
while I'm fighting for who I used to be;
forsaken, weary, misunderstood,
I hide my anguish like I should.
They call my mind a mental cage,
say I've lost my fire, lost my page;
but how can potential learn to rise
when resentment clouds the skies?
They make me guilty for every scar,
then wonder why I've wandered far.
“All's well that ends well,” they say—
but I find a new hell every day.
Do not cry, my heart
I am still beside you
Hold your remaining breath
Gather your broken dreams
We must walk again
No one hears this pain
No one knows my silence
Fire burns deep inside
Tears flow within my soul
Still, I must smile
Do not leave me, heart
I will stay beside you
Even if worlds depart
Even if bonds are broken
You remain my friend
She chose another journey
My life must not stop
Her memories may hurt
Yet they will make me
I must live for myself
Rise, my heart, rise
Wipe away those tears
Your path still awaits
Your life belongs to you
I will become my light
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)
Yesterday you asked me if I was coming back
The birds went silent
The wind hid behind the trees
And time stopped dead in its tracks
As you.
And everything around us awaited a response
I was nowhere near ready to give
My face held a puzzled expression as we kept walking
I forced the air out from my lungs
Unsure of the right way to say no
So I said “Maybe”
Time went back to chasing the sun
And the birds started singing again
As I whispered to the wind
“I'm never coming back”
I feel the torrent of pain racking my body’s life.
In despair, I hold my wife's hand so tight.
Tears and sobbing surround me; my family feels helpless.
Yet as the pain subsides, I smile, knowing I’m blessed.
I look at each of them, reminiscing about our life memories.
Watching each of them create a new family with their stories.
With each telling of what we lovingly remembered from our times.
Then a warm, gentle wind blows through, ringing the chimes.
I feel a new presence of love forming before me as I am in awe.
My family senses the calming comfort of the inevitable call.
I call forth with my last breath that I love them, to let me go.
Then my wife calmed my family and told me we are ok so I let go.
Brother Jesus held me, and he quieted my heart as I cried.
The time has come for my family to grieve as I died.
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