always accommodate
been cheerless
imagine normalcy
simultaneously unretrievable
whispering repertoire
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
We all danced to the point of being entranced
With a woman so willful and so beautiful.
We all believed we were the ones in control
With a woman who in truth captivated our soul.
We all advanced into her desires while entranced
With a woman so cheerful and so colourful.
We all knew she had tried to be oh so careful
With our hearts she held in a way so mindful.
We all danced separate times in her repertoire,
We all had seen how she is willing to go so far.
We all fell for the same siren of a woman,
While we refuse to show who is the better man.
We all adore her for all the things we learned
When she made the most of what she earned.
We all loved her like we were in a romantic noir
While little did we know we are her repertoire.
The A&R man is on his guard,
His spinning in his chair,
He only wants the plumpest fruit,
From the musical vineyard.
If he knows your name your half way there,
He is jumping in his chair,
If you are new to the block, you might as well,
Stop because he just does not care.
You can play the guitar, you can sing a song,
He is sleeping in his chair,
You can work alnight, you can work all day,
But he is not aware.
Shhhh! Be quiet! Listen!.. Did you hear that?
I can hear from afar!
Every night the same time..
The door slowly creeking ajar.
A forever changing environment..
Some say 4 seasons in a day.
I like to say come prepared..
Your more adaptable that way.
Are all the pieces there?
Your cryptic moment shines like a star..
Very few will understand your mindset..
Uniqueness is your jigsaw repertoire.
Everything has to be in order..
For all the pieces to fit.
Multilayers of energy and emotions..
A lifetime in each puzzle bit.
So try not be too serious..
You've a lifetime thus far..
No one can predict the future..
In your jigsaw repertoire!
repertoire
bag of tricks
stockpile
of knowledge
acquired
didn't seem to
do any good
didn't seem to
make any difference
still end up
with the same
result
estrangement
Thoughts at the cusp of my breathe
begin and end with the ease of no darkness
but the gaze that only were to seethe
and pull away the warmth that I once harnessed
There was no crimson, or yerning
no signs of ill, but silence being softer still
no form of fracture could be seen burning
and the passion died with nothing, not even a shrill
though 'twas there; being deepened elsewhere
lies being spoken; promises broken
Passion built upon dead feeling
In love mending their hearts bleeding
She was from me, and he from his
removed from tortured ceilings
they envelope themselves with remiss
discarding what was for what will be
Leaving me stowing guilted feelings
With memories I'm ashamed of like dark dealings...
This is the best Valentine's Day there will ever be
Because you've agreed to pass this day with me
Without you, my life included only blue Wildflowers
But now my heart's focused on you
You mean the natural world to me
Your kindness has provided me with glee
I love you verily with feelings that endure
For sure, my universe holds your immense sweetness
As you give me the real sensation of heartfelt completeness
I must thank God you're in my life
And pray that you'll always remain in my sight
Because your hugs are the best part of my morning
I smile as I enjoy adoring
Your imaginative eyes with your gaze that looks toward the skies,
Your wisdom encourages me to visualize and analyze
The essence of life lived well with lots of kisses
Bliss grows from those reminiscences of your sensuousness
Please, continue to be the fine kind of person whom you are
With that creative and artistic repertoire
With yellow Daffodils that brighten this Valentine's Day
Endulging my vision with an emotive bouquet of roses!
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