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Contest: Haven
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Written: 091226
Very often,
There was this place by the sea.
Although unhidden,
It was a perfect spot for me.
My great getaway,
A quiet place at the end of the day.
My hiding place.
It Sheilded me from the speedy race.
My sanctuary.
Secluded, causing a cease from hurry.
My haven.
There, the heart rests and preps for heaven.
My steal away.
It birthed a memory.
It declared war against worry.
My haven by the sea; My forever story.
peep from both ends of the keyhole
as formless consciousness aware
we discover there’s no one there
and yet strangely presence feels whole
calm… tranquility
peace of mind…
worry’s for others
your timepiece buried
in the sands of the seashore
no rush, my brothers
A quiet shadow falls across the floor,
Where solitude keeps watch beside the door.
The world moves on in steady, distant grace,
While time stands still within this empty space.
A deep desire lingers in the chest,
To hear the echo of a welcome song,
Yet cut away from all the humming rest,
We wander blindly where we don't belong.
The windowpane is frosted cold and dim,
As shadows lengthen on the outer rim.
We sit apart, introspective and deep,
Guarding the secrets that the quiet keep.
So vulnerable, exposed to sudden harm,
Reaching in vain for any gentle arm,
Until the silence claims its final toll—
A deep isolation that engulfs the soul.
Yet still a quiet yearning lingers best:
An aching hunger for connection, peace, and rest.
to rhyme life’s unrhymed lines we just align ~
our vibrant presence with bliss beats divine
Chocolate cookies, scent fills my home
Nice phone calls with friends from afar
The good moments shine like a star
New birds come to feeder and roam
Some things today, didn't go well
But good times replaced it all
Pets comfort, while I hear peace call
Like the wind chime ringing its bell
Hours can change with attention
Simple things inside my soul
The flag flies in breeze on the pole
There's so many things I could mention
Even with weakness, strength is found
Like a gem beneath many rocks
Gratitude shines during the walks
Never forget the sights and the sound
Heidi Sands
9/4/26
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*8 syllables
It’s so nice under the carpet
In our cozy home of dust
I believe we couldn't get
Any better place for us
In our dust community
We are friendly, living free
Using ingenuity
The cleaners cannot see
Yes we heard the latest news
About other dust
They had nothing left to lose
And were tossed too fast
Right into the litter bin
Comrades, have a rest
Yes we’ve seen it all, we’ve been
In the East and in the West
What I found the most important
Doesn’t look so at first glance
Dust’s the only thing immortal
Tells about lives that passed.
The soft light slowly starts to fade
Where shadows erewhile softly played,
A PENUMBRA begins to spread,
An ELIXIR sets out to head
IMBUED with a magical shine
That seems to lengthen one`s lifeline
With outgrowth of a tender grace
Seeming to fly in time and space
With onset of a feel of peace
And a sense of distinctive bliss.
The morning sun unveils a diaphanous gleam,
A silver lilt is carried on the breeze,
That dances lightly on the quiet stream,
As wind-songs wake the ancient trees.
The shadows fade across the shallow deep,
The tide pours softly in the still lagoon,
Where quiet waters in the hollow sleep,
And far beyond the reach of any moon.
The world awakes in hushed and gentle grace,
A silent wonder in a timeless place.
Autumn stirs effervescent dreams awake,
In crisp, cool mornings when light burns
Harbinger of joy that the night will forsake,
As the narrow breath of a prayer turns
Blessing away the past with all its heartbreak,
Arousing the melodies as starlight returns
What love is becoming, is never a mistake,
As leaves fall gently, with prayerful concerns
This is the love that my heart hopes to partake,
Like a psalm of praise, only life’s spirit discerns
I vaticinate through cypress
prognosticator of folklore
brewing indwelling woodcraft
dasyure and platypus
our unvalued birthright
gnaw at cassiterite
sunburn on cycadophyta
an acherontic turmoil
you , ceres
lent nonlexical rhyme
reform this crisis !
always
evermore
peaceably
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
Soft rain on pavement,
A steady rhythm and rhyme,
Sinks into the stone.
I’ve been walking in a thousand parks
Sat on a thousand benches or more
Dreamed away hearing blackbirds and larks
Each time I rested like never before
Always forced myself to go out
Being timed up by reasons I deemed
Quite exclusive, although now I doubt
If they were as important, as seemed
In the alleys with flowers and squirrels
I had casual thoughts to unfold
What I meant to divulge disappears
Much too fast to be honestly told
If I could, I would tell you about
Why I needed a thousand parks
Maybe more, I didn’t bother to count
All the moments I listened to larks
Could’ve been something else than tranquility
Of idyllic blue skies, rows of trees
Even though parks were my home facility
I’ve no way to convince you of this.
Everything turned pale and went
Off the rails and far behind
Other people’s hell present
Pictures of another mind
Thoughts dart down like birds of prey
Human thoughts of endless peace
Still I’m living for today
Using my old bunch of keys
Desperately I miss your face
You define a fake from real
Seems I cease to be amazed
Tell me love what should I feel
For I see no crucial difference
Between houses with their walls
Between anything that stands
Between anyone who falls..