we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
One day a message will come
Delivered by some
profoundly bored face
Or a voice to trace…
Barely a sentence spared
For such news.
Nobody cared—
Nobody halted, nobody stared…
But one day
a message will come
From the other end
Of the world
—Suddenly all sand—
Spent to the core
And blind
Shutting the door behind.
I´d like to say goodbye.
To the girl who smiled every time she saw a butterfly.
To the girl who always saw joy in sorrow
To the girl who dreamed of tomorrow.
I´d like to apologize.
That I didn´t prepare you for all the starless skies
That I didn`t warn you about all the heartbreak.
That I didn´t warn you about the tears after every mistake.
I´d like to say
You´ll feel better one day...
You´ll be happy
Just wait and see
We get sadistic,
As per the passage of time;
We must pay for it.
A LEAFY ALLEGORICAL MESSAGE
What a great season!
Leaves shall soon be leaving me,
Naked and challenged:-
But I will not be ashamed:
Canvassing life's endurance:-
Our allegory,
Teaches profound barked lessons
Of life's survival:
Despite cold tribulations,
Releaving warm leaves will come:-
When the wind blew, I thought a storm was coming
But, it was just the wind
The leaves were turning inside out
Thin trees were swaying in a dance
Movement quickly engaging big things, little things
Whistling messages , almost howling
Mother Nature had a lot to say today
I watched, I listened and contemplated,
the weather changing all around me
Times I almost didn't survive, but I did
The sun always burst through shining again
If I were the wind, I would say...
Remember this on any given day
Heidi Sands
8/1/26
(C)opyright
My Mess is a Message
Meteorologist of my own mess, call me the
Meteorologist of my own mess-
I track storms in my grìt on like Doppler on
Mandate, pressure rising, problems spiraling,
But I stand in the middle of the neurosis
Reporting live with faith in my viewpoint
And humor in my pouch.
Life throws twisters, I throw gags.
I've been drowned, shaken, hit with winds
Meant to break me-
But I learned to read the weather and walk
Through the showers like it's part of my
Training, my mess ain't a warning- it's a
Forecast of resilience.
What did it say?
Is it coffee speaking,
Or is it the mug?
I don’t understand.
I’m still sleeping.
Wait until the last sip is gone.
I’ll get it by then.
Let me drink you up.
Don’t burn my tongue.
I’m in no rush.
You smell good, my friend.
Your aroma wakes me up.
Your warm, liquid body
will put me on my feet.
What were you saying?
I think I’m ready now.
Now you’re quiet.
I know, I know
You’re empty now.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I had to drink you,
Otherwise,
I wouldn’t understand your message.
Now I’m standing,
I’m ready to go.
The day is waiting
So is the hustle.
I want this message from the past
When things like you're hearing now are illegal
When it's totally clear what you face
I want you to know if you don't resist
It will get worse
It's not going to get better
You will realize that you're the leaders
You will realize that it's up to you to act
This is my message to the future.
You don't have a choice
The attacks they launched against you
Herding you into the cities
Every few years a more horrific event
You have got to spread the word
Everyone will see the truth
You're in lock down prison cities
I'm speaking to the secret police of the future
Your families are dying from the bio weapons
You're dying from the engineered cancers
That information is restricted to you now
In our time we were able to access that information
Before it had been erased
"I know many of you in the future will be emotionless
Because of the vaccines
They attacked the areas of your brain
Associated with endorphin absorption"
Many of you have been lobotomized
I'm sorry that we didn't fight hard enough
I'm sorry that we didn't do everything we could
I want you to know we tried...
God
Is
The
Owner
And
Ruler
Of
This
World
And
Not
Satan
There was an opening in the dark
A loud, deep sound forced goosebumps
With eyes lifted on high, what could I see?
Darkness has taken over
We are being deceived, lured, and blindfolded.
Just in a flash, there is a new normality
Normality that seems so true, making it difficult to differentiate.
We move in shackles
The invisible dragging us to a condemned pit.
Oh! Saviour that sees in the dark
You have seen our tears for salvation
There is no time even for the breath that holds us.
Screaming in a soundless voice
Light me up with the message
It is here, and now is the time
The rolling of creation, the strange occurrences
I heard a voice, calling names in turns
Listening keenly is a covenant of redemption
It affirms the message, ‘when you hear my voice, harden not your heart’.
The litany of evil done can be wiped away by the blood
With the last trumpet blow, the blood becomes a blood
This experience can drain life from the soul
It is time, and it is wise to pledge allegiance to the Son through the blood
May the message reveal secrets and unfailing paths.
By: Matthew Deladem
If
He
Take
Away
My
Rights
Then
He
Will
Take
Away
Your
Rights
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