an introvert marches bumpkinly by blamable boloney misleadingly reactive
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
A QUATRAIN of ALLITERATIVE ATTRIBUTES
bumpkinly buttercup bannerlike bovid boloney breath brainwashed at the bibliothecal
reschedule recapitulate reactive reignite reflective radar repercussion
spiteful snorting sociopath signal schematically scare submarine
understand unmodifiable uninquiring uniformize unfalteringly unawares unsay unpleasing unreadably
Sits the monkish owl.
Beneath its own cowl.
If not candled and windowed, lit as
Soft, meditative.
That, wakeful, before
Sinks, wearily, more.
Grass-burnt, sunned life. Flashed too lewd, pranced through.
Dawned; hell-reactive.
("Eye of Storm", aka "Tibetan Blue Poppy", 2017, original encaustic mixed media)
The winds of karma are always blowing
Sometimes as a gentle breeze
Sometimes as a whirlwind
They sooth and lull us into complacency
They stir us up into frantic reactive change
But they also always settle us
Into being just dust resting here and now
Each moment a calm center of a cyclone
If you take the time to notice
If you take time out of the equation
And let it all just be
Timeless, without connection
Simply this
Simply now
Always free.
(4/27/26)
My Shadow ! Sensitive : Nearest relative !
In light, you appear dark, active, selective.
In dark, you flee, being reactive ! Fugitive !
Wow ! Close to follow : short, long, wide, narrow
as light with me be able to allow ,--
sideways, back, front to come and go.
My days are defined by routines
Predictable and soothing
Mostly determined by the needs
Of my wife and our five dogs.
My nights in contrast
Are ruled by the mercurial
Creative power of a dreaming mind
Where anything’s possible and welcome.
Where does such creativity come from?
I can only imagine
It is merely the reactive
Opposite of my days.
(12/1/25)
When pain is mirrored, it does not disappear—
it doubles, refracted through the wounded self.
The mind, once fortress, becomes the new frontier,
its soldiers turning inward to protect itself.
An insult flung, narcissistic manipulation—
the body answers, trembling, in kind.
Defense mistaken for provocation,
and guilt begins to colonize the mind.
The abuser smiles—order is restored,
the victim wears the shame like a second skin.
Yet in the dreamwork, symbols twist and strain,
the truth insists on this hammer within.
For rage, when born of terror, is not a crime —
it is the psyche screaming to let me out.
Jack 177 26 Jun 2025
A room in my head called emotion
Controlled by various means
A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others
The cold shoulder of silent indifference
Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams
Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage
The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise
The volatile instability, damages perception
I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control
I do, have a choice
Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat
Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring
Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day
That room in my head, needs comfortable stability
Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions
If a reactive ,possession style is proclaimed
it is vital to win the final football trophy game
Oh dear oh dear
where is the beautiful game?
behind its defensive wall
it seems passing back&forth
is now the be&end-all-
reactive not proactive & no guile
'wing-back' sums-up this woeful style
Caressing touches are so luscious
That emotions so crush us.
Temping smells are so attractive
Causing desires so reactive.
Soothing voices are so alluring
Creating thoughts so enduring.
Our feelings are so addictive
Our behavior so predictive.
D is for desire, your thoughts do aspire.
A is for attractive, internally and externally reactive
T is for tough, not hard but ten ply enough
S is for sincere, a pillar of truth to all you hold dear
O is for orderly, a lifelong passion you are extraordinary
N is for normal, step outside of the box that is so formal
Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
On the streets of indifference
we walk paths of human foibles.
do our negatives outweigh our positives?
can you leave your reactive bags aside
for a newness void of practical plentifuls?
It’s been said, Those who do not learn from the
past are doomed to repeat it.
Zombies trapped in a living casket of
intrepid choices, Ego centered choices
stifling of present presents, a new now
forgiveness, letting go of events gone.
Consider a peaceful transition to a
fruitful future. Make amends, take
the high road, douse all petty post
blame, forgive, forget. Live free or
die in your rigmarole afflictions.
Get with the program,
Time waits for no one.
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