a glove waits on the sidewalk
holding the warmth of a hand
dreaming of where it once lived~
lost but still loyal
Here I lay faced between love and loyalty.
Love, I took years in my life learning you.
Making my heart race and spin thinking of you.
Does anyone else remember like me?
Do they know the struggles you endure with a closed soul.
I can only imagine from a safe distance.
I loved you… it’s been you for years baby.
Loyalty, when I pursued others you still laid deep in my heart.
Embedded tissue deep of my mind.
I still thought of you. When I didn’t feel whole I always called you.
5 years of merciless pleas cause I felt my existence must lay with you.
I never second thought or had any hatred.
Still after this long time I would remain foolish and still wait for you.
“ Can we try again “ ?
My dearest, I forgive you always cause I can’t forgive myself.
No matter how many times things go wrong,
my devotion never turned away from you.
I confine myself to still have a small flame of hope.
Just to see your sweet smile once more.
my anchor was ripped
but not forgotten again
he is guard goodly
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Biggest disloyalty when one's loyalty is to out side country!
Rescued from the Shadows of Ruin
My noble Sire Marcus Baracus, your legendary intervention has pulled me from the very jaws of ruin! I am eternally bound to your grace, for without your heroic shield, my cause would surely have perished in the shadows. My deepest gratitude is yours for the rest of my days!
Trust is the cement and bricks in relationships
unseen, yet every wall depends upon its strength.
Without it, love is only scaffolding; it cannot stand.
Trust is also egg and glass,
once shattered, no apology can mend each crack.
You may gather every shard, but the fracture remembers.
So handle it with reverent hands,
more precious than gold, more fragile than breath.
For trust is not rebuilt it is re-earned, slowly, in silence,
through choices that prove you worthy of what you hold.
We didn’t spend time —
we gave it.
Hour after hour,
because somewhere
we both knew
this wasn’t ordinary.
You were never
a way to forget someone.
Never a space filler.
Never a second choice.
You are the first thought
that warms my morning
and the last whisper
that stays before I sleep.
If I get protective,
it’s not control —
it’s love that doesn’t want
careless hands
near what it treasures.
I don’t want to cage you.
You’re meant to fly.
I just want to be
the sky you return to.
When life feels heavy —
expectations, pressure,
the fear of not being enough —
you are the only place
where I feel complete.
Not because you fix me.
But because with you,
I don’t feel broken.
I don’t need crowds.
I don’t need noise.
If you’re beside me,
I am not missing anything.
Whatever this bond is —
friendship, love, destiny —
it feels pure.
And if the world ever asks
what matters most to me,
I won’t hesitate.
It’s you.
Always you.
I'm safe,
Guided,
Jesus rocks my soul,
Strength through loyalty, our faith,
Overcomes setbacks.
As he stands with his head high, his heart sighs,
His heavy heart weighs down his soul,
Tears fall silently, the fallen drag his weary eyes red,
A helmet worn to hide a man’s burdens,
A man stands there, but not a man at all.
Among the crowd, a woman catches his eye,
Her skin pure white, her gaze better than the stars,
His eyes meet hers, but words he dares not speak,
For she is royalty, and he, a servant meek.
Yet his eyes began to shine, forbidden light within,
He stands in shadows, sword ready to begin,
The blade thirsts, ever parched for its fight,
For his duty is clear: to guard through day and night.
When you don't follow up with the dealings,
It seems whitish; much so plain like ceilings
But its upper parts are dirt-
Breaths can not withstand been hurt...
By silent dusty thrill of false feelings.
Much time is needed when it comes to things of this nature
Imagine prying open a particular flower just to see it die later
Trust needs to be established before this can be done
I don't put my feelings out their for laughs or just to anyone
Honestly I need time to get to know you first
Before deciding to open up, getting rejected and feel worse
What are your motives in wanting to know who I am
It's not going to be easy to capture a pearl from this clam
Just like a rose that won't open up until it's complete
First make sure you can handle me getting that deep
You use a microscope on me but won't let me see inside of you
How else would we know if we share the same pains and wounds
Give me more time to contemplate sharing my treasure
Instead of rushing me to do so let's try doing so together
Even as the forest grew thin and frail,
The trees kept cheering the axe.
For the axe was cunning — smooth with speech,
And wore a handle carved from their flesh.
It whispered, “I am one of you,”
And they believed —
As the sound of chopping became their anthem,
And their roots trembled beneath their faith.
They fell, one by one,
Singing loyalty to their destroyer —
Until the forest was gone,
And only the axe remained,
Lonely, with nothing left to cut.
He trims my hair,then half my pride.
Declares: ''Vivi,your bald spot cannt hide!''
I asked for ''short'',he heard ''absurd''
Now I look like an alarmed porcupine
He winks,'' a new style-bold couture!''
I tip him thrice,though I'm not sure
Next week I'll shave and call it art
And tell the nyatsi ,''that's the smart part
Dictionary
nyatsi: A Back-door husband when the real husband is with the back-door wife.
A Chinese Sonnet
They call me impimpi*,a word fraught with scorn and smoke-
Yet I am the echo of truth inside the brewing storm,
Engaging the law,though no law guards me,
A river trembling by myself and singing my song.
Mount Moorosi keeps my secret vigil high,
While comrades who danced once for freedom's flame,
Are now com tsotsis who trade justice for comfort and coins,
And call betrayal what was birthed before courage,
From Kanaland to Zululand:I love Mzansi enough to bleed,
Love is treachery and betrayal,-love is truth, love is the light,
Still,I am unseen, they can unalive me-I shadow the moon,
My corpse lies,humming Freedom's hymn under the nations' feet.
*Impimpi or mpimpi---A S African term for a snitch or police informer
Mount Moorosi---A town in Lesotho
Kanaland---A munucipality in Western Cape Province in South Africa
Mzantsi---A colloquial term for South Africa
Loyalty is not handed out, it is earned
So is trust, not given, done hard work
You may obey because of the salary
You may be good because of duality
Service is reciprocated due to contract
Other than that mimicry is a farce
But there is some kind beyond the act
Deeper than what you think and see
The heart sees it all from emotion view
Like passion that medicate to hurting
Touch the pain that solace loneliness
Mouth that talk wisdom so to speak
Hands that heals a worn out physique
Service beyond what is unexpected
All time free, on call or on busy body
Look beyond race or status but help
Give more than pocket, walk him a mile
Share wealth, sacrifice health for other
Life is enough for comfort, least be rich
Not for own but life after most rewarding
When books where open your record show
Humble assurance, your eternity ensured
One day is happiness for hard worker zeal
A rest is a content to a smile forever gain.
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