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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
Dear sir or madam
(inside the walls of Bedlam),
there is no problem
(no ogre or no goblin).
Therefore, no solution
(inside this institution)
requires your attention.
(I just thought I'd mention.)
The Home Goods store was filled
With tons of stuff for Halloween.
October’s weeks away, but it’s
The most I’ve ever seen.
There were glasses and ceramics,
Decked in orange and in black,
Painted witches, ghosts and goblins
Meant to give a heart attack.
For the home were lots of pillows,
Shaped like pumpkins, ghouls and bats,
Plus assorted signs and dishes
And some scary welcome mats.
But what really did surprise me
Were the many queen-sized sheets
With a Halloween design;
I never knew, aside from treats,
That to really feel the spirit,
We should decorate the bed.
Did I miss the memo sending
Such ideas into my head?
Next are turkey sheets for T-Day
And for Veterans, some tanks.
Dear Home Goods, guess for showing me
The way, I owe you thanks.
For those residents in MAGAville,
That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
For that moment, you might not be without class.
I know it must be difficult for you,
To honestly think and even act for yourself.
But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.
Maybe then you can show some independence,
Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.
Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
And pardon me against all truth that's social,
But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!
So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)
hate has infused the land; all created equal,
memo~not received
Alexis Y.
03/08/2021
It is time to retire the red skin
Better blood pressure will win
Anger management is done
Now happiness, laughter and fun
If a fight starts
Diplomatic channels will be giving a part
Debating issues known by heart
Kind communication anchored when one listens
That is the mission
Coffees and teas
Using terms thank you and please
Tension will disappear
No need for a ruckus over beer
There is no place to be mad
Handle bitterness and being bad
In a new way
Success will pay
As Washingtonians bellow on their stage
During a mature age
Earning the proper executive wage
Letting feelings out trapped in a cage
Hope wisdom will be prescribed
Medicare paying the medicine ball high
While talking over a peace pipe
Exchanging thought full academic knowledge acting polite
Honesty will be granted a shout
When they tell those sitting around with pull to get out
It has reach its destination
When a plan you thought would work, does not
And a plan you thought would not work, does
It makes you think, does is it
Definitely
It has reach its climax
When the puzzle keeps unfolding
And the pieces follow the sequence
It leaves the mind at ease
Proudly so
Power of a mom
Keeps everything calm
Busy as can be
With no fee
Holding a hand
Being a fan
Having answers when in a jam
While frying dinner in a pan
There is so much caring
Mom trusting and sharing
As a driving force
Mom is the number one source
memories
The bus is full, and the kettle is on the boil
Three children are playing on the beach
One will be a businessman one will be an architect
And the third one will be a contrarian
Critical of the social orders.
The problem with remembering childhood
Is that we are recording a thought time everything
Is accurate and also fantasy how it should have been
But never was.
A few, if they go deep enough to remember a scary
World punctuated by rain and sleet
Dangerous adults doing unspeakable things
Alcohol and fighting.
So, if you must tell your story of everlasting summers
And happy school days.
Nunez Nonsense Memo
Phony Bunch of Bologna
Trump is sure to win another Tony,
For all of his big bunch of Bologna;
Up to his ears,
Drawing tears;
Proves that he is putrid and phony,
And squishy as some salty abalone.
Jim Horn
Words unsaid
Loss is laid
Gone too soon
Ere next noon
Dead on time
A lost chime
In life brief
Echoes grief
State too late
Empty plate
Loss feels deep
Final sleep
Sad looks bleak
Knees feel weak
Eyes droop low
Last light glows
Farewell then
Loss knows when
End game woes
Time to go
Pay cheque paid
Jobs waylaid
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2017
Singapore
How could I how much you mean to me
When all you are is mean to me
Tell me why I cannot see
We are just not meant to be
I know this may sound crazy
But your lifestyle makes mine feel dazy
And I know you never mean
To try to sound so mean to me
I just want to be
Welcomed in my own family
All I get is pushed away
Should I leave or do i stay
What's the difference when I feel astray
Tell me now and don't delay
Make me wish for another day
Do me this one simple request
And you too can see we cannot last
Because when I am around
All you do is push me in the ground
Tell me one good reason
To feel alive without being a lesion
Give me back a feeling a normal season
Hurry now and say it true
Please don't make me lose you too
And in the end I can promises
I will never be in the way
Just give me a reason
One reason, to stay
Then thinkst thou child that greatness is thy fate,
Because a father fond admired thy verse,
And friends, not wishing to offend, high rate,
The paltry lines thou wouldst call poetry ?
To play with words, to mould them in a shape
That conjures deep-felt stirrings in the soul,
That lets the mind, besieged by toil. escape
Its bonds - that is the role of poesy.
Let thoughts take flight, discover hidden truth,
Allow the spirit to transcend its very self.
Make these your lofty aims, then tender youth
No bar will be to telling through your words
What's in your heart. Let not the moments pass
Lest they be ever lost, but heed the muse,
Ever at your side, as is the hourglass,
Trickling time, a precious constant warning.
Seize the Spring and revel in its promise
And greet with hope the light of each new dawning.
Life's darkling moments are yet tinged with gold.
Let not a sorrow your deep thoughts imprison.
A poet will all human life enfold,
Both sun and shade, encompassed by his vision.
Although a period has no real jurisdiction,
It has substantial reason and purpose.
Bringing to mind its’ weight in space,
as well as, on paper.
What this solitary mark does,
Enables a pause.
Indicating ultimate culmination, this mark competes, only with
the colon, leaving nothing more to say,
Unless it is to filch some jurisdiction from its’ fellow marks;
none of which, can lawfully tell.
This period reeks of authority!
Lynn Fuller
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