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with inhuman
constrict your
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noncritical nonradioactive
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leveling hippie
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boundlessness beatniks
were receptor
to inducement
leech anestrum
always ballerina
trusting jazz
wallop the
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through spunky
foothold will
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.
If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.
Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.
If love comes for blood
its mask is flawless and warm
for it dwells in our feelings
yet the heart remains blameless.
Jack, Jack, Jack and jack, what about me, my name is Jill
I’m only mentioned once, when we climbed up the hill ,
Then Jack fell, and broke his crown, I was filled with dread,
So tumbled after him, but he had gone to bed,
To bandage his head.
Jack Sprat and his wife, one ate no fat and the other no lean,
So hence left their platter void of food and always clean,
So, I suggested to his wife to keep slim, to do some running
Down the street, to lose the weight
She ate.
And Jack Horner who only sat in a corner, I felt that was cruel,
Told him to tell his teacher that he would quit school,
He was never again, to be made a fool.
As for Jack be nimble, I mentioned that as he was always quick,
I would nurse him if he broke his ankle jumping over the candle wick,
So now I no longer feel a little jealous, as I have taken Charles's tip,
I tried to help the first Jack, but did get involved with the other three,
I now feel good, my name is Jill and I hope you agree.
Now give me a giggle,
Hey diddle diddle
Competition entry:Jill Nursery Rhyme Poetry Concert
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Date; 03/11/2024
Speeches peaches,
Just like leeches,
Sucking my blood,
Sucking my nards,
It’s really hards,
Just like a rock,
They’re in my sock!
the old crone’s dome boiled
skull scalding, full of trouble and toil
oily face, razorburn neck
my eyes the type to scan
salamander like
darting here to there
wondering where to next
where to next?
I tire of the comfort in
mom’s crockpot, I'm hungry
for another bite of syringes
in the soil
slippery like a leech, i suck
blood because its richer than what
I'm loyal to
needlepoints outnumber the steps
I cant walk a mile in these shoes
another affair with the fairy dust
apothecary that swindles all
all i have left is the
nothing that i have to lose
Beseech to Impeach
they have been a leech
what we will do is beseech
them we should impeach
You are a total leech
sucking what is good for you;
Plagued with pitiful speech
always mumbled and garbled;
Never had a far enough reach,
you embarrass yourself;
Thieves always hide what’s true,
little did you see I am made of bleach.
I have a little leech;
I bring him out to play.
I really only see him
Every 57th day.
He’s happiest when I let him
Just lie there on my arm,
But I can’t let him stay too long,
‘Cuz we’ll both come to harm.
And so I let him have a bit
To bring my iron down,
And then we get a T-shirt that
We sport about the town.
It would be so much better
To sell him off for cash,
But all they ever do with him
Is throw him in the trash.
Given your anemia,
you could play some too;
We could start a line and hook
Direct from me to you.
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
the tea glass was within his reach
his call for help made the people screech
put the tea glass in my hand
at pool side he was ban
for being a plain old, lazy leech
sin adheres firmly
like a blood sucking vile leech -
doer never spared.
from the sympathetic heart
departed they are or sold for felicity,
ephemeral felicity
and become enthralled greedy
It’s majesty of presentation, pen soldier
they are in society,
rich or mighty not are they
they had lofty conscience
movement in supreme thought- pen comrade they are
but now they are under offerings in black mercy boundary
nourished they are with flattery blessings
now in odd supremacy for the chamber of earthly mercy
their life through unknown hints- in gigantic gift
inhumanity is composing here
slowly all in down
oh! ethics or probity in failure damnation
poisonous blood circulates in birth
by the pen ink it’s sucking time of leech!
-14/11/19 Ctg, BD
A leech came after me in my sleep.
So I dreamed up a tapeworm.
Silly mistake.
Now I am being eaten.
Slowly and mightily.
From the inside out,
And the outside in.
The roundworms and flatworks are knocking.
I dare not listen.
Not wanting any more strife.
In what is left
Of my rapidly disappearing body.
Lying hidden
like a mine,
he waits for
an innocent walker
on a serene path.
He’s like a terrorist,
brave, but brainless.
He sharpens
his weapon for
a bloody harvest.
It seems
the whole blood
in the universe
won’t quench his thirst.
He forgets himself
in sucking spree.
Others’ aches,
he cares never.
Often, his fate’s
to end in a bit of salt
or under a boot.
He dissolves in soil,
and ultimate
futility remains.
First printed my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope"(PunksWritePoemsPress in the USA).
Your fingers writhe beneath my skin
Tangling themselves in my veins.
You are a parasite, connected
and feeding off of my pain
Like the fiend you are.
I want to cut you off
And discard you, watch you withdraw,
But I know that pulling free
Would leave you with pieces of me.
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