I am engrossed
with you irresistible , tenacious
not impassively
or ungrudgingly
but humbling
presentiment
of my brainwave
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
Our ancient fathers had it easy.
Every now and again God would appear
To one of them on top of a mountain, in a dream,
Or what would seem to be a burning bush.
He would tell them where they went wrong
(which button to push)
Give them a set of instructions.
Then, presto! Away they’d go
And things would also go right for a while,
Until the instructions became obsolete.
Meanwhile, they would be scrutinised
And revised by God, and a new set provided.
Neat! In the Old Testament this was standard,
Now we come to the New: not so for us.
We have to formulate our own instructions,
Perform our own miracles,
By trial and experiment,
By logic or presentiment.
We hope, we fumble and grope
And often (but not often enough)
We discover a missing fragment
Of the Seventh or Tenth Commandment
(only a fragment, mind)
While the First Commandment,
Although we search, we cannot find.
Someday perhaps,
On a slide, looking down a microscope,
One of the laboratory chaps or some old bod
Gazing at the heavens through a telescope,
Might just catch a glimpse of God.
Sadness.
Sadness is not an emotion.
But yet a simple harmonic motion.
Beats on you like an ocean.
Sadness is not a feeling.
People think of it as so unappealing.
But its very self-healing
Sadness is not a sentiment.
Nor is it a presentiment.
They keep it in a tenement.
Sadness is a tower.
Must nurture it like a flower.
Drunk love, like whiskey sour.
Sadness is enjoyable pleasure.
Yet you think of it as a displeasure.
You must keep it clean like a white feather.
tiptoeing
through a minefield
f r a u g h t
with combustible opportunities
a groom
jilted at the altar by bride
who'd rather stay
"just friends."
humiliated at his wedding,
still reeling
from devastating heartbreak,
yet he won't throw in the towel.
he's sucked back into
the rabbit hole of presentiment.
family and friends
scratch their heads
in frustration;
they push him
to make a clean break...
" leave this woman, she will hurt you, again!,"
they implore.
s e n s i n g
inevitable trouble
on the horizon,
they preach safety first,
yet, he stubbornly chooses
to flirt
with danger;
so it's back to square one.
he still loves her, deeply,
but does she?
The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles
A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses
Viridian green tints the water, it shambles
The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses
Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's pictures
My senses are floating through waters in bloom
No exaggerations in landscape are featured
No lyrical effects, but seasonal gloom
Filled with presentiment of evidential
I thought to smile, but in fact, didn't dare
In swinging of oars there is something essential
And something is missable, as if you care.
Appeal of Poetry
Poetry is the open wide window of life to breathe fresh
on creation cum recreation
and in introspection .
Wandering in dreams to be amused
on own muse resonating musical.
Human emotions is best to be relished
through poems.
Lyrics also are part of poetry to reflect in core of heart
neither to analyze nor to criticise,
Emotive urges surge to flow in opulence
in poetry sprouting through seeds of dormant desires
sown in human soul.
Poems , whelm sparkling as gems
on refraction, diffraction
through lens of feelings producing
fabulous, fervid, fervent fervour..
Whatever !
May be composed in symmetry of rhymes
or formed in assymetrical free verse
yet must be rhythmic being enhanced
in passion, warmth and presentiment.
Pretty Poetry has ecstatic entry
to find permanent place in every mind
Romance is kindled
by fiery ashes dwindled
Cares not for anguish
wants to clear languish
Prepare for the searing
expectancy is cheering
Figure craves wholeness
restoring health focus
Connecting with deities
rejecting ancient theories
Replacing the torment
with ageless advent
Let us commence fasting
our creation everlasting
Progressive penetrative phenomenon
Pertaining to particular peculiar powers of perception
Psychological prosaic persuasive predictions
Probing probable peripheral presentiment
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Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
One stanza of four lines only
© 4th December 2017
Thou art the only one that I love,
Ever since the day you stole my heart,
And when our eyes had its first collide.
It is always thee here in my mind.
I can't contain presentiment inside of mine,
And it feels like I am mesmerized,
I’ve lost my mind whenever thy near,
And can't deny I feel the chills.
So intricate this love must be,
Thy heart perhaps beats not for me,
I hope my surmise is not that true,
'Coz all I want is thee my love.
Love is requisite to live this life,
So I want to proffer genuinely it to thee,
Thou accept it with great felicity,
And thou hold me close to feel thy warm embrace.
Thou art the only one that I love,
Ever since the day you stole my heart,
And when our eyes had its first collide.
It is always thee here in my mind.
I can't contain presentiment inside of mine,
And it feels like I am mesmerized,
I’ve lost my mind whenever thy near,
And can't deny I feel the chills.
So intricate this love must be,
Thy heart perhaps beats not for me,
I hope my surmise is not that true,
'Coz all I want is thee my love.
Love is requisite to live this life,
So I want to proffer genuinely it to thee,
Thou accept it with great felicity,
And thou hold me close to feel thy warm embrace.
Thou art the only one that I love,
Ever since the day you stole my heart,
And when our eyes had its first collide.
It is always thee here in my mind.
I can't contain presentiment inside of mine,
And it feels like I am mesmerized,
I’ve lost my mind whenever thy near,
And can't deny I feel the chills.
So intricate this love must be,
Thy heart perhaps beats not for me,
I hope my surmise is not that true,
'Coz all I want is thee my love.
Love is requisite to live this life,
So I want to proffer genuinely it to thee,
Thou accept it with great felicity,
And thou hold me close to feel thy warm embrace.
Deep as defeat as conspicuous
As the influx of presentiment
Passion is aimless humility
Panic is native to injury
Reasoning divulging odium
Sparkles unchosen but chemical
Puritans' speechless delivery
Idles in syllables neutral to
Carpet biology tapestries
Woven in Persian but personal
Surfaced in diamonds and sodium
Burnishing flavorful scaffolding
Sauntering over the savagery
Blanketing social impurity
Witnesses! Silence the speechlessness!
Caution the ignorant eagerly!
Woe as the end of the suffering
Millions of eyes as the visual.
Sijo 2
it may be cruel to her/but I cannot shake off this
ominous presentiment/of the girl once I loved most
she has left this world long ago/stepping on the lonely path
Her guts were barking at her like a dog,
“What is it boy? What’s wrong?”
She tried putting a little English on what she felt.
Her eyes were exposed to the rust spots; she walked in the other direction,
mentally sanding it out.
It was a roller coaster nearing the top, and all she could think about was a missing piece of track.
Surrounded by faces smiling and screaming with their hands in the air.
“I guess this is really going to happen” she thought as she plunged into the icy dark water.
Everyone began to leave, their arms around one another.
She stood there alone, dripping wet, holding onto a stupid red balloon.
Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a
tenured mantic
Trading the rationed provenance of open spaces for
gratuitous providence of flowering oases
Prudently forming each tribal alliance; deviously skirting
terms of compliance
Hearth covering from servile herd exacted; animistic
seams redacted
Burdened traveler in psychosomatic trance; by warming
flame, pyromantic
Each tenement provisioned by industrious wives; lofty
presentiment
Hospitality granted to imploring drifters; enmity shown
to extorting grifters
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