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)
Joy when our life is like Jesus, when we are forced to defend truth and love and all that is right.
Joy when we have been treated poorly, for we know that it is the opposer of truth, that wants us to walk with death and we must triumph and defeat death.
Joy when we are lost, for we will call out to Jesus, and ask him to guide us through our life, and bring us home when we are done.
Joy for all the times, we faced issues, and for the times we fell down and got back up, we walked a path like Jesus taught us, to never give up and stay on course.
Joy for all that suffer, that lack, that use their time to help and give comfort to others, for we know this life is not the end, it is only a walk that we must tend.
Joy for all our lessons, for all our losses, for they have taught us lessons we will carry with us in this life.
Jesus went through many trials, and in the end he conquered death for us, we walk through this life remembering our true purpose is to conquer death by following all the lessons Jesus taught us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I am a sinner, having faults, made choices that I regret, and look back with sadness.
I am a sinner, I made bad choices, some I felt were because of my environment.
I am a sinner, I confess, I look back and try to correct my mistakes, and set a new path forward.
I was on a negative trajectory, put on the path of failure, the one who put me there was an opposer of God, but I turned around and went back into God’s fold.
I bow myself to God, and pray that my works make him pleased.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
Wealth can be wonderful and a curse, it can make you do stuff that is not nice.
It can control your every move, making you into a slave for use.
Wealth needs attention and needs more, more money to grow and control all of the earth.
Wealth is a manmade substance it controls the flow of stuff that use to be free.
Like the apples that grow all over the earth, the corn, the food, now all have a cost, making us work just to survive.
We use to roam the earth and love and play just like the animals, we ate when hungry, kissed and hugged as needed to feel alive.
Now we must work and pay and pay, just to have the stuff that was free.
Wealth is status that we all want, this way we can have all our time to relax.
Wealth reminds me of the offer the opposer gave to Jesus, saying bow for me and all the earth will be yours.
Wealth is like power and can make us become a person we do not recognize.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
And now the ebb tide flows,
The end of all intentions,
Hopes and energies
Exhausted in submission to a greater power.
Terms are struck
And life relinquished
To subside in age
And reminiscence
Of what might have been
So many fine and fragile hopes
Remembered with regret,
Time seen for what it is,
The grand opposer of all dreams.
Long since potential fades
In undistinguished shadows
Of a passing scene
With nothing left
To serve
An interest in life itself.
Is emptiness
The only aspect of this view
To falter slow
In meaningless events
And shrivelled dreams of youth?
The world seemed good
Those years ago,
Seemed full and generous
In its possibilities,
Yet dabbled in half-heartedly
It turned
And snuffed the candle-glow
Of proud intent.
The image fades
To trace but faintly
On the clouds of time
The whims of youth.
THE FENCE
By: Victoria H. Peurifoy
The Fence said, “I am here to allow entry to no offender”.
But the Opposer said, “I am freedom of life, Liberty,
and doing my own thing. The Fence said
“I do not care. I am designed to be a barrier
Of all things.” Yet again,
The Opposer said, I am about togetherness
and love and a willingness
To dream; of what it would be like to be on the other
Side of that strong veneer you reveal Mr. Fence.
The Fence has no intention of allowing movement of
Body or expression.
The Opposer has a challenge;
merge upon the Fence
To force its invincibility; and make it consider the
Possibilities of allowing
The Opposer positive control over it.
The Opposer has no design
On destruction, only a desire
That Mr. Fence has never considered.
Love; togetherness; entry; freedom to live;
To speak; to control; and to open the gate of the Fence.
We all have a Fence within, but we are also the
Opposer…so we can change.
Are you the Fence, Or the Opposer?
a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction
abides.
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