He pulled me out of
the abyss of my despair
He gave me His love
not a spirit of fear
He promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
so my response to Him
Is yes my Lord Christ
and when I was down
to my last time
God had my bills paid
right on time
He promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
so my response to Him
Is yes my Lord Christ
God wants me to be
at my best
for in me
He does invest
He supplies all my needs
satisfies all my desires
So yes, a response to Him
Is much required
Yes Lord yes Lord
with no uncertainty
Yes Lord yes Lord
with true affinity
Yes Lord yes Lord
Is my only reply
Yes Lord yes Lord
I lift your name up high
You promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
So my response to you God
Will always be yes
My Lord Christ
manhattan roommate
brainwave specialist
blowhard rippling
always partygoer
dolphinfish royalist
turquoise irresistible
undrained rat
swearing yellowlegs
bearable humbling
houseguest behead
surrenderer bart
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
(This poem complements A Sad Truth)
Beauty’s Response
Sad Truth, you so mistake and malign me.
Do you think I care for cheap flattery?
These insults are more difficult to bear
than your current rejection and negation.
I would prefer their silence and neglect
over the cheap parody and deceit.
For Beauty is not as simple as Truth –
you are a quality expressed,
whereas I am one the soul absorbs;
Beauty expressed is not beauty.
How shall we enlighten this distinction?
For this difference is the simple answer
to aesthetics. But few will delve below
the falseness of imitation and find
the breathtaking truth of Beauty.
SYMPATHETIC RESPONSE
characteristically
assured
ideas
merely
tolerated
not LACKING RIGHTS
bearing
counterpart
trophies
without
pride
by GRASPING EVENTS
mobilising
effort
concentrating
single
mindedly
RESPONSE ANYDAY
IRAN STALLS UNTIL SUNDAY
AND WHAT WILL IT SAY
Isn’t it beautiful that God
Takes care of your day
You’ve no idea if you are heard
You didn’t kneel and pray
It sounds ridiculous to you
To beg for benefits
As if it falls on sacred due
Of God, to know your needs
But from a closer view it seems
That solace is the cause
And you are hoping for the dreams
Where God provides response.
If chaos is responded to with chaos, it will create more Chaos!
Tempo Distinction
Energized skies
Enterprising praise
Descend in the stature
Rhythm of the wise
Beat by beat
Legacy retreat
Dancing in bare feet
Warmth from the sun
Survival honor
Native land tongue
Ancestry spiritual rejoice
Heaven’s delight
Inspiring breezes
Breed of value
Slave once never again
Strength and Endurance
Drum beat
African pride
Spiritual uplift.
Not wishing to deride but
unable to make up her mind
let alone decide
my every question
elicited the response of
a definite maybe
a positive perhaps
a certain perchance
or a possible mayhaps
and if it weren't for her bed
being next to the wall
she'd never know
which side to get out of at all
and as for which shoe
to step into first
it's probably the perfect example of
indecision at her worst
Dear Eos,
I
wish I still felt passion in my heart toward
the generous soul that you are.
You always saw beauty in the world
and painted strokes of life
with a brush of sweetness and delight.
I
am sorry for the suffering life's put you through.
The heart is a fickle thing. It simply was not meant to be.
We've walked together but now our paths divert,
we take with us the lessons that we learned.
----Tithonus.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year.
Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky.
Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court.
Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point.
Please tell me that no one is ever alone.
Please tell me that dying is easily explained.
Please tell me that broken birds get back their wings.
Please tell me the tooth fairy isn’t my mom.
Please tell me that people are just as they seem.
Please tell me “I’m sorry” is always enough.
Please, Adam Sandler, you loveable lout,
Tell me that everything always works out.
An outcast this night,
I mournfully sigh with gloom:
but, I make war, fight!
to defeat my rising doom,
and defend my haunted tomb.
Have you looked at the purple house down by the bay?
It is the one with green shutters, a shabby gray.
A terrific value, says that realtor, Mrs. Dray.
She would know and she always has her say.
Okay, then, here’s another idea said May.
Why don’t you buy a home over in Bray?
It’s a cheaper town, I hear people say.
It is a heck of a value, I was told yesterday.
You need a loan? I wish there was some way.
But all of my money is maxed out, said Lay.
Wish I did not have to go, but I cannot stay
For some imbecile is now towing my car away
Remember, my love
The signs from above
Two hearts in awe of
Dreams who never die
Despite when or why
God soon brings sweet grace
Stirring souls to chase
Love’s tender embrace
Remember, my friend
It is love I send
Love you can defend
Live with faith within
Where life does begin
Here your heart can win
I can hear your sigh
Love is your reply
Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary,
"What do you think about string theory?"
She said, "I don't believe in such a thing,
because it doesn't cover everything,
and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."
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