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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
She's magnificently lovely
She's like wine;so fine
Her love sweeter like the grapes from the vineyard
Her touch ignites and blazes up like an inferno
She's the mistress and master of affection
She's a doctor;stitches me up when am broken,Injects me with compassion when am depressed and puts me to bed on her bed of roses
She knits gowns of hope and leather jackets of passion
She knits armors of hope for the knights during combat
She chose me,I chose her
Together we'll walk out of the maze of bricks and thorns to the chamber of destiny.
An envelope rests on the windowsill,
its flap slightly lifted
as though a breath passed through it.
Inside, a small drift of cloud~
soft, unsettled,
holding the shape of whatever message
has not yet been read.
Outside, the sky carries
the same quiet weather:
clouds moving with deliberate calm,
as if they know
their likeness has been folded
and left waiting.
I do not open the envelope.
Some messages arrive
only when the heart is still enough
to hear them.
So I let it rest~
a pale reminder
that heaven speaks
in small, unhurried ways.
By evening, the cloud inside
has thinned to a faint whisper,
yet the window remains bright,
as though the sky
has leaned close
to finish what it meant to say.
Life's loud lessons Linger,
Locking losses low,
Lifting lone lion's
Living long dusks,
Learning leveled love
Like life-long laws.
Lanes lit lightly midnight
Laced with late- night looks,
Low-key legends
Leaning,
Lasting.
You put a face to every cliche about love
You bring balance where I feel off
You water the fruits of my spirit I neglect
You are the one I want to share my garden with
You make Texas feel like Eden
Got me cheesing through any season
I've never been this comfortable
I've never felt this strong while staying humble
Today God's breath breathed into your heart
Evidence of the son how your life flowers
I could never pick your petals but I'd always choose you
You are a blessing that overflows my cup
You challenge the best parts of me
So this is a thank you
For being in this part of my journey
I hope I can give you at least half of what you bring me
In a world where love is poisoned
You are a key ingredient to the antidote
You help me paint the color of hope
And I hope regardless of what life looks like
You know my heart grows deeper when thinking of you
p.s. for her…
“K here! I have come to cheer up your night
dear maiden, silent beauty, as you rest.
A once dull eve is now a gallant knight.”
“W here! From you, this knight, I’ll wrest. “
“K won’t allow what is to be to not…
be. In a jiffy you will wear my ring.
Verily, we two will soon tie the knot.”
Will W from glad, the sadness wring?
K says, “W vexes – what is new –
but he will never stop the marriage rite”.
You’ll have a happy ending as you knew.
(That’s just the kind of poetry I “write”.)
W to Miss H, eleventh hour:
“Call me ‘Dub’”, for this wedding will be ours.
To write a good letter, take ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ plenty of time ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Take patience ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ and stir it ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
With the ladle of energy. ¦¦¦¦ fill a cup
With kind thoughts and helpful thoughts, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and words strong and true.
Mix all ¦¦¦¦¦ together, and ¦¦¦¦ add ¦¦¦ spice
Some good news, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ all news that's nice.
¦¦¦¦ seal with a ¦¦¦¦ kiss and stamp it with care;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and presto! 'tis there.
(Blackout of Recipe of a Good Letter by Amos Russel Wells)
Good morning son.
There has never been a day like this day.
May you face it gladly, come what may
We mortals make many things from clay,
But only God Almighty can make a day;
The same God who made the mana.
So, my dear son.
Let the sunlight shine upon your soul,
As the wind of God blows away those
Dark and dreary clouds of grey.
Love you,
Dad
Dearest writer,
Use me for a just and right cause,
Let the ink in me never pause,
I am here to help you fight,
With peaceful force and our might,
To see that issues are brought to the light,
So that chaos and corruption are set right.
Yes, reading what I help you write,
Will cause panic and fright,
And for some, extreme delight,
Because together we bring insight!
Your Sincere Friend
Pen
Copyright © by Crystal David John
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dear Frank Michael,
it's me (golden freddy reference)
Freddy Mitch.
I make poems n' shi,
but i seem to have lost the sauce
the special sauce
i spilet it on the carpet
stain
the stains cover the floor.
i feel rong.
not Freddy, but Frank.
me was funne. but no mor
me wez genus peomist
but now me iz dumdum.
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no mar rymes
no da times
herb on floor, thymes
hiker on moutnain climbs
lot ov rimes.
me funneh, me think
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I Love you Kami.
You are great.
For 17 years I have been in Love with you.
Here's to another 17 years.
You are so wonderful to be my friend for so long.
known you longer than everyone except Jamil but he is like an older brother.
I think of you as my best friend.
I could not live without you.
Every day I learn new things about you.
You are so special to me my Kami.
When you called me baby I was worried it meant you were going to leave again.
I feel so connected to you and Jesus like we are family.
I think of you as my beloved but I know you might not feel the same about me.
I will love you as long as I live and even though there is an ocean between Us I love you forever.
Thank you Kami for being my best friend even if it is a secret.
I pray to Jesus about you every day that he blesses you and keeps you protected and loved.
knowing that all I can do is Pray makes me pray even more with Trust in Jesus to hear me and for him to Look after you. I believe the rapture is Soon and we will go home soon we will be together Love.
Love you so much your Best friend forever Patrick ORourke Peace to Czechia home of my Love.
Currently it’s nothing better
Than this summer Sunday morning
I imagined your love letter
Sent you my reply - it’s coming
Passing time that never waits
Heading further to your part
Of the country, landing straight
To the mailbox of your heart
You may open my reply
Or leave it unread and lost
In the depth of this July
Soon erased by winter frost..
Evelyn the elfin sat down to write her list finally
She wanted this, that, the other, and a Christmas tree
Was she asking too much? She needed some brotherly advice
But her brothers were working in the workshop, checking it twice.
Would they also be the ones to read her letter?
Or would it be Santa’s prissy secretary Mrs. Better?
Mrs. Better could be almost downright mean some days.
Evelyn wondered at her attitude and persnickety ways.
She asked for this, that, the other, and a better attitude
For Mrs. Better, though I imagine this might sound rude.
Evelyn is a caring girl who kind of hoped the old bat would be the one
To read this herself, if so, her work was finally good and done.
Short note:
A soldier's last letter, kept in a golden pocket, never sent home.
The Golden Pocket
A muddy body sleeps in ash-grey ground,
Eyes open, guarding gold without a sound.
While fear and tears stain the paper’s skin,
Love is folded where the light grows dim.
Each word a bird that will not fly home,
And love rusts quietly in a soldier’s pocket alone.
That sweet
Love letter
Does treat
Us better,
Even now.
Well, how?
Its strength
Has length;
O, none can
Ever fathom
Love human
From bottom.
Endless amour
Is our armour.
I know, to me, you’ll always remain perfect;
Although my human heart’s full of defect,
My visage, for your love, will my love reflect.
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