I am
not motivated
adversity is
torn from
headway
unaware
context
can be
needlessly
preemptive
could
afterworld memento
calmly
vanquish
through
salvation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
What is left,
what remains
beyond pain at my leaving
as memories fade
at the end of your grieving
when the tide in which you wade
is not so cold and not so deep
what then my love
which memories will you keep,
the echo of my voice
wrapped in memory,
pressed in a book
will you take a look
but not too hard,
don’t stay too long,
remember me fondly
when I am gone
then take down my picture
and carry on
On this paper you’ll read what killed our humanity
The simple answer: it died to corporate greed
Our race is alive, our morals are not
But we’re just simply doing what we were taught
We murder and steal, then fine and judge
Our hypocrisy is limitless, criminals don’t even run
We point the finger, right and left
And we’ll point it till we have nothing left
If you find this note on a rock
Look to the horizon to see our Earth
I don’t even know what’ll happen to me
Maybe we’ll figure it out and be actually free
But if you only see space, say goodbye to the human race
They say it’s no bigger than a helmet,
Half-sunk in moondust, beside a crater’s lip—
A sculpture of a child's hand, reaching
upward, fingers curled mid-gesture,
as if to catch a star that isn’t falling.
Polished titanium, etched with breath—
yes, breath—frozen in time:
a woman’s exhale as she said goodbye
to the capsule’s cold silence.
Her lover’s ring embedded in the wrist.
Behind it, a glass cube holds
a feather from Earth’s last eagle,
a photograph of clouds,
and a tape that plays a lullaby
in a language no longer spoken.
Lunar shadows shift across it slowly,
like the memory of someone walking away.
No plaque, no flag—
just silence holding its breath
while Earth hangs blue and distant above.
And sometimes, in solar flare storms,
the sculpture hums faintly—
not by design,
but by yearning.
They call it Momento:
Not monument, not marker—
Just a whisper left behind
for the stars to one day understand
that we were here—
and we remembered.
an oversized ego shaped as our head
carved out of a block of translucent gold
a dead tree stump, no longer by love fed
fall of Midas in hushed whispers retold
a wabi-sabi stain etched in blood red
casts on the moon a shadow of deep gloom
of how man’s heart pierced by fangs of lust bled
when ego cravings he failed to exhume
peeping within the sculpture we may see
the star of David, symbol of our heart
of how soul’s light within yearned to be free
but haunted by fears didn’t know where to start
we’re no more but others will follow us ~
our message is simple: board God’s bliss bus
Memento Mori, whispers in the breeze,
Embrace the moment, for life's a carnival, it seems.
a smile upon a young girl’s face
as she plucks a rose from a garden bed
hair filled with Queen-Anne’s-lace
a crown of daisy’s adorns her head
no sooner plucked then left for dead
though an honorable thief
with heart as pure as gold
these aren’t the flowers of O’Keeffe
whose features won’t grow old,
petals will droop, decay, mold
to watch a flower wither
is an honest thing
she kept the crown with her
memento mori she could bring
as she planned redemption in the spring
time standing stlll
arrested
moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind
revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory
past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience
sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity
fascinating expectations
in a visual genesis
of suspended animation
still distant
now living again
February 5, 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest / Sponsor: Mark Toney
He was a gentle giant - towering
Bigger than the notorious Claus
His jolly and joy were never overpowering
His gift was a reminder of grandma’s
He represented Santa - his love the cause
Life is the lying-in
of death...
death is the pact
of life...
Momento
O momento
É agora
Agora
é o momento
Agora é a hora.
É hora de parar
de andar
na ponta dos pés.
Agora é a hora
de pensar grande,
querer mais
e conseguir tudo
e fazer mais e mais!
Sitting neither left nor right
but on the different side of things
Polarity drifts off
like the ending note in a forgotten song
The past and future saying
one final and lasting goodbye
As time becomes a wandering orphan
—and the moment set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Um momento
Nos momentos de nosso tempo
vemos prédios mais altos,
e temperamentos mais baixos,
rodovias mais amplas,
e pontos de vista mais estreitos.
Vemos vidas na luxúria
que desfrutam cada vez menos;
gastam e esbanjam mais
e poupam menos.
Hoje, mais do que nunca;
deixe um momento diferente
guiá-la por um breve tempo,
e vai libertar àquele lugar
que sempre desejou encontrar.
Faça mais em cada momento,
hoje e sempre,
e receba uma vida
de cada vez mais e melhor.
Breve momento
Em todos os tempos,
nos tempos de pandemia,
todas as pessoas compartilham neste mundo;
um breve momento no tempo.
A questão é se as pessoas escolhem
gastar esse tempo concentradas na tristeza e na derrota
ou concentradas no otimismo,
e comprometidos a um esforço
? um esforço para fazer cada dia um pouco a mais —.
Nunca Desista
Momento
Na década que vai chegar,
o momento revela o segredo da eficácia:
combinar; dois estados máximos:
um estado de atividade máxima
e um estado de relaxamento máximo.
O momento...
no momento da próxima década
uma alma pode passar do tempo para a eternidade e a graça,
pode passar da eternidade para a alma.
AH, o momento
o momento na próxima década...
O momento através da qual o amor
pode passar
de uma alma para outra
ao mesmo tempo.
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