She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
Unlike Alice in Wonderland
we've landed in a cartoon reality and
America seems now much like Gotham City.
Chaos and mayhem reign.
The criminals are running rampant.
Liars and deceivers rule the media.
We're inundated with fake news
that would have us believe all is okay.
But we live in fear wishing it was all a nightmare.
We wonder how it ever got this bad
but more importantly with bated breath
we await the coming of our hero.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
On the edge of tomorrow
Between the wrinkles of dream and reality
Life flows like a stream in spring
Indifferent to whims and folly of time
Virile entity, volatile and voracious
Immortal in its bountiful energy
Obstinate in its determined drive
Nebulous and tempestuous at best
AP: 3rd place 2026
Let's Pretend
You Do Everything
Right, Because
Reality Allows It,
And That's All
It Allows,
So It’s
Perfect.
Is That Masking?
Perfect Fit.
-Gray Squirrel
09-30-2026
Through autumn morning's misty pall
like luffing sails on ancient ships
and blinding fog in which we crawl
to moor our hopes in empty slips...
Like luffing sails on ancient ships,
the billows drift just off the coast
much like the hauntings of gray ghosts...
And blinding fog in which we crawl,
a stage where nothing seems quite real,
except the silence that we feel...
To moor our hopes in empty slips,
where only silhouettes remain
~ await reality again...
Some folks I know achieve that beautiful approach
To compliment the fables they’ve been told
They’re able to fall down the rabbit hole
Which doesn’t mean they’re sleeping on the couch
Their Wonderland is always at the service
How did they do it, I don’t have a clue
This harsh reality, is it a wonder too?
If so, it’s not the book I’d like to purchase
Each wonder has its aim, so what is mine
Has never been occurred in my mind
I’ll be so very grateful if you tell
But I am in the dark, you cannot hear
And even if you do, you are not near
No wonder pushes me down through the well..
BE YOUR REALITY
“To be or not to be…?”
Often, a misunderstood question
Of self-reality; failing to realize
That God has given us the power
To affect how it should, and will be:-
It has been written, and repeated:
Ask, seek, and knock; and its
Given, found, and opened:-
That is, when we choose to do so,
In awareness that we are in charge
Of choosing what affects our reality:-
As one author has succinctly put it,
Our…”reality is not what happens
Around us, but how we respond to it.
Thus, how acquaintances act around us
Is their reality; our perception, our reality:-
In our daily lives with peers and family,
We must come to realize the power
We have in affecting our own reality:-
All too often, our reactions to others’ realities,
Tend to negate our own healing realities:-
Know and accept your power
Affecting your reality. Let no one
Or anything deter its joyful coming to be.
Thus, go back to life’s mirror and notice
What you see: One of God’s beautiful
Creatures looking back at thee.
Know that your desired reality,
Is your given responsibility:-
The angle of reality it performs.
In order that we see it's many forms.
The myriad of gentle notions rest.
Upon what nature considers the best.
There is the sour and there is the sweet.
There is the poor and there is the elite.
Then it's the Masters that will come along.
To change the world and brighten the song.
For it's the return of the Nature King,
For which the people will forever sing.
SUR REALITY
in a dream
glaring
passion
intangible thrills
this symphony
cannot last
as
if
in a dream
night
as far
as the eye
can see
then
alone
wretched
exaggerated
proportions
develop
age
or
decay
we
cannot judge
contemporary
to the core
we
search
for conception.
The prom dress that you never wore
That certain boy you didn’t date
The phone call that came nevermore
All shaped the turns that made your fate
Looking back along your wake
Old disappointments linger still
Yet all those things that made you ache
Were ground within life’s turning mill
Yet there stands reality
Where perseverance, dreams were made
Through them you clearly came to see
Your finest choices have been played
The glittered dreams of youth and truth
You once wore proudly on your sleeve
Have ripened into lasting proof
Of all the things you did achieve.
Longing flickers like a spell
loose in the dark...
a small, bright predator
pursuing the shape of you.
You appear where reality thins,
a shimmer of mist,
a spirit wearing light.
Desire opens its hidden door
and the door becomes sky.
I reach,
and my reach turns luminous,
a quiet magic
that conjures your presence
from memory,
from myth,
from the soft ache
that knows your potency.
Here,
in the enchantment between worlds,
you rise...
a mirage,
a star,
a dream
I can almost touch.
If illusion is something you have in your head and reality what you have around yourself
Did you ask yourself what did you see in your reality to have that illusion in your head?
Was it through the bed time stories you heard in your young age
Or was it wattpad fantasies in your teenage where you still engage
Did those images in your head create the illusion or something in your reality too
Would sitting in rain blur the line between reality and illusion so you could see through
Is illusion for you really money fame and luxury
Or is it in the collection of things loosing which make you worry
I am amazed if illusion was something shown to you by others
Would you be scared by the mud on your hand in your childhood as your biggest illusion
I wish the perfection we seek today wasn't present everywhere
So that the stupid illusions we have in our head would consume us to have it as reality somewhere
Melon in a game is like
Melon Lolly’s sugar spike,
Though 1 not fit for a hike.
Strolling in a raspberry field
Blows a bubbly, breezy yield
Of endorphins – worry’s shield.
Fruit juice enhances smoothies –
Sipping to scenes of movies
Allows me to maintain smooth knees.
Crunching on roast potatoes
Puts a pause on my great woes,
As do late poetry shows.
For today, I’m vedging out
Before the morrow’s day out
When I’ll get to vent, not shout.
a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
REALITY
"There are some who believe life here, started out there, far above the Earth,
maybe beyond the Milky Way; somewhere beyond sight and exploration, where
mankind has never thought to look. And some believe life to be a video game.
every thought and action under the control of anonymous players who
nobody sees.
Some even believe that reality, as we know it, is what we make it.
But if that is true, why can reality not be changed even in the blink
of an eye which sometimes seems to be how fast bees fly
when they are about to attack?
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