I professorially , perceptively
unofficially
noiselessly spoke
that addlepated
moldy merchantman
would pass
through foaminess
with volumetrically
unretrievable moonshine
and sunberry fodder
for bungarus
his puppyish
impracticable tantrum
impeccable monotonous drone
rowdy crescendo
a classic companion dither
could they brainwash
this opposer ?
but lukewarm normalcy
will not obstreperously come .
okay !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
CINQUAIN ALLITERATIVE
come,could cheerless cloister commercialize classic crescendo
I investigate..& . imagine ..impeccable impracticable imitation
magniloquently monolingually monotonous merchantman manure me ...my megalocephaly moldy moonshine meteorite
to, trepan typicality through trogonidae tunelessly twirlingly their tantrum
simultaneously situatesmoothedspoke, stairwa
monotonous merchantman magniloquently enliven moonshine
into foaminess volumetrically
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Place a pair of good eyes high, watch for distant freeze,
lifelines coated with ice, sails stiff unyielding sheets.
Make right, steer clear and take no chance our side berg meets,
Queen beats eastward across cold and rough ocean seas.
Ice floes play this rout I'm thinking - sure they don't please.
Great tea merchantman ties-up soon at iron cleats.
Most fleet, a new record time that far Scotia seeks.
She makes way where there lies frigid prevailing breeze.
Mate knows shifting box cargo's bad but pleased to see
hold's shipshape and here no danger lurks close this night.
Wheel's keen helmsman with eyes focused on compass face
keeps close view to retain course with ship running free.
Mean waves, easy as she goes, things are fine, all's right!
They'll be docking in nine days if ship keeps this pace.
On the 70th of VJ Day we salute the Forgotten Service the Red Ensign heroes
of the longest battle of all, the whole war: the only good war for Freedom's cause.
When a merchantman got hit, the employers' did a nasty trick, stopping pay on the
day, one in four of the heroes all died in the forgotten the Mercantile Marine.
Not just Brits served their time, but others from the watery the globe, of all
religions and none; some sacked at the end of the War, to go home to wars.
Let us raise a glass or two to all our Allies too and be thankful that former enemies
are allies and friends now, and remember Milton who knew a thing or two about
war: "Peace hath her victories no less than war" yet if we really have to fight that
we have the people and the ships and allies if we are in extremis.
Salute the Red Duster All.
athat let us raise to ons and nonether countries different of different otemn afrredom's cause long bloody
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