Extravirolioli lols at zalad,
Tossified in tinypheres of cheezylutres;
Courtn'd with padte 'o avoclan'd,
Drizz'd with sauceaven o' culture!
Such is the state of vegemind,
O' RachelRay'd EVOO grind.
—By Scott the Hamm
lavender rain
fingers windowpanes.
the old clock
forgets directions,
letting autumn storms
wander through
its hands
Men shouldn't argue with Gray and men of his nature ~ argumentative sophist!
Ivory recipe box.
Outside,
snow swirls
along the fence line
where December
gathers its courage.
Inside,
her handwriting
still rises
from every card.
I follow
the faded ingredients
like footsteps through weather,
grateful she left a way home.
a bow of twine gathers
sepia envelopes and old letters~
the past folded small
A porch light hums faintly against the slow-warming dawn;
a single leaf turns over in the breeze without hurry.
Far down the block, a mailbox closes with a muted click,
while the street rests easy, holding its quiet like a cup.
pinched between fingers
a furry tail
tale of man and mouse
unlipped oratorical shark
downriver through prismatic simulacrum
you and I effervesce
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • October 5–11, 2026)
sometimes, I see
a note of grace
shimmering
in the curve
of a raindrop
miles away from town
the screen door opened for me
to gentle breeze, letting in summer
escape from those who troubled me
the lake down the slope glistened
stillness and reflection of open land
while I idled and gazed at the sky
in the place I learned to wonder and dream
and each passing cloud I named
in the place learned to wonder and dream
while I idled and gazed at the sky
stillness and reflection of open land
the lake down the slope glistened
escape from those who troubled me
to a gentle breeze, letting in summer
the screen door opened for me
miles away from town
*palindrome form
One nation shall declare death penalty as righteous and just. Not on gender or belonging to the third sex as a crime as disclosed and implemented sometime ago.
The weird part is, it will not be by lethal injection or electrocution... rather by crucifixion.
I experience reality from my own Perspective.
If I had not existed to experience reality from my perspective I would not have experienced it at all.
Who can see if not me?
Who am I if not me?
can we be who we chose to be
Or are we known as who we thought we have been?
who am I if not me?
can I be who I want to be?
am I free or am I me?
Who am I if not I am me?
I am who I experience myself to be?
my experience is dependent on my own perception of reality from my own Perspective.
Autumn, the season of mellow mist
takes over the reins of summer,
washing August dust with September rains,
revealing a palette no other seasons match.
Leaves on trees riot from green to rich rusty hues,
Colour creeps into the garden once more.
Pink rose and blue clematis peek over walls at
the carpet of sedum, cyclamen, violets and pansies
with varied shades of red, white and blues.
In the garden of Wonderland, Alice’s gardeners
are busy painting the pretty peonies, poinsettias,
carnations and Hemerocallis Daylily Autumn Red.
Multicoloured hollyhocks, carnations and cosmos dance
with dahlias and weigelas with the melodious wind.
Red hot pokers, gladioli, and digitalis point
brightly manicured fingers at the celebration of
Chinese lanterns; whilst flowering forsythias and
moon-faced sun flowers look on with yellowed envy.
The garden is a riotous rhapsody of colour.
Thus, nature celebrates the season with buddleias
and feathery asters inviting bees and butterflies
with a feeling that warm days will never cease.
Until November creeps in and the disheartened flowers,
stripped of petals, wilt and shiver into winter’s lap.
Seal of a fallen rose sinks
Sinks and disappears without a dose
Dose of herbs and plants that grow on the ground
Ground that breeds and breaks without a sound
Sound of a soul harrowing in pain
Pain of filched memories of the haunted
Haunted by a ripper in the eyes of its watchers...
(Tailgating poetry)
Poignant grey stain hued,
bleak month spawns limp mood,
ashen mists dispatch,
gold, pink, purple gulf,
illusive bridge tween,
bright easel and gloom
spoiled harvest’s glum cue,
winter squash, squashed bloom,
staple fireside chat,
rank odour repast,
lurch to bland essence.
yet dewdrops shroud faith
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