conceptual cadency can calmly context
my monarchist mineralogist motivated memento
norway neurologist needlessly noteworthy
preemptive price packaged port
retread reversion relaxin radical rider
savour serviceable servitude
substantive silken spinnaker spookily stimulated symmetry
touchingly tense text through their thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
bright hope dims
as progress retreats,
back to past
we misplaced,
with mistakes we keep rewound
never to replay
On the left - perversion
On the right - reversion
Change your mind - conversion
Introversion explores an isolated ego voice
While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing
And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either elastic
or emotively spastic
Win grace
or lose life's race,
true or false,
attractive
or repugnant face
Awaiting evolution's revolutionary cycle
slowly turning toward resolution
full and/or empty,
enlightening dark ego inside fears
and traumatic angers,
empowering memories of past dismembering
anticipations deeper even than anxious despair
for lack of active healthy wealth
rather than emotional constipation.
Monotheistic egos
evolving toward panentheistic
win/win living organic ecosystems
of EarthTribe immortal
inside nature as also HolySpirit out
not not polynomial
balanced wu-wei polypathic
polymathic Tao.
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
A rippling reflection, startled waters
An image to capture, searching for a caption
Generational gaps pronounced, the margins denounce
Disquiet often lands in silence
On a path lit by the lonely.
Ambling in circles, for lack of more apt phrasing
Direction always persuasive, sincerity dissolved in repetition
Being a leader succeeds, only when soles follow
Dishonesty offers plenty to share
At the expense of a conscience, weaving a noose.
Searching for floods, to keep buoyancy at bay
Waves are preferred, to stillness with no turn
A listener to the eye, a filter before each canal
Maybe playing roles, would be a reversion
To a being, that relished reality, for its audience.
Isolating an existence, through another page
The chapters should be paced, but despair devours
Addiction finds substitute, temporarily without trigger
Capitulation, inches away, and maybe
The truth might free, only for judging eyes, to bar.
Dangling at cliffs' edges, falling to imbalance
Cushioned by understanding, of unkempt relations
Gratitude returns feathers, a meagre attempt at restoration
Apologies could cure, but sincerity
Would imbue acceptance, shallowing every depth.
What starts as a playful diversion
May end up an addictive reversion
A venture into the unknown at first
Time passes; the obsession grows worse...
... and worse, a compulsion to churn out
several writes a day, a prelude to
inferiority and gnawing self-doubt...
...Could anyone possibly guess
that composing poems might lead
~ to such a fine mess?
The world's pace, unkept by a lagged mind
Advancement met only with reversion
Pursuit of yesterday, neglecting today
Failure promising, success fading
A summit of pride, crumbled to a plea.
Volumes shy away, to an audible stay
Pulses unsettled by familiar faces
Spoken words of despair, frantic writings
Attempts to accumulate, left in deficit
A wish to revive, met with a sombre mourn.
Blame dimming, with every passing
Responsibility imposed, through every reflection
Palms meet, prepping a false repent
Beseeching hope, as fate is realized
A desperate being; a being evading consequence.
Completion found, to remain incomplete
Memories unrecorded, alter
Descriptions remembered, discarded
Unbalanced commitments, wearing time
A heart assuming joy, only to question its purpose.
Paper rejected, glass distracting
Platforms varying, results unrelenting
Spontaneous lines, end upon visibility
Successive thoughts, not conducive
A poet no more, I cannot disguise.
I believe great political
and psychological
and spiritual
and natural transitions
are places of deep learning
opportunity,
with concomitant risk;
responsible for co-opportunities
with authority for absorbing
and repulsing degenerative competing risks.
These great transitions,
like weddings
and births
and deaths
and elections
and changes from winter toward summer
are yin-death of one thing
into yang-birth of another,
a commencement into regenerate opportunity,
decomposing multilateral historical risks.
This great transitioning political season wheel
turns through psychological reasons,
trusts and distrusts,
circling revolutionary around
creolic nature-spirit stories
of creation
with concomitant decomposition,
Yang opportunity
with multilateral Yin risks of devolution
reversion
co-arising.
Within this Tao wheel of regenerativity
are great transitioning edges,
where evolutionary change
emerges more revolutionary noticed.
Great transitional edges
are landscapes
wherein climate double-boundaries
between death
and embryonic birth
grow transparently thin
and bilaterally spacetime translucent.
blackmailing of the heart
shakedown of the soul
regression threatened
reversion tactics used
estrangement loomed
extraction of emotional attachment
gone from the world of connection
left with nothing but memories
Just like a pin-hole camera's image
The image formed on our eye's retina
Is upside down and cock-eyed
But our brain's used to that,
And tricks us with reversion version
So what we think we see is flipped downside up reality
Our view is an illusion flipped up and flopped over
Sunny side up to go.
The dots do I join, to rediscover
That which was forgotten, remembered through continuation
Naivety had my youth shown plenty
Lines of love, professed lies
My aspirations stemmed, by a being not noticing.
Time has it stopped not for my admiration
Its progression I cannot prevent
But my mind's reversion, has already occurred
That which had been lived, is lived again
Her entrance I appreciate once more; the essence unfound.
Events are offered no change, by memories
Questions unthought than, asked now
The height of my feelings, a hyperbole
A chance doomed by an evasive reality
Her beauty existent; I chose a figment.
Each confidant, hearing more passion than the last
If doubts were raised, my words were shown
A destiny I sought, with a name with no letters
My stare, affording no return glance
Her interactions echoing no friendship; my ignorance deflated.
A work I had begun ardently, not knowing
My return home , a return to future synonymy
Pages torn, to drown in cliches
Her rejection, could not disconcert
The dots I made, do I join to know.
Subsistence defined by need, not want
A time when provisions made to survive
With no barriers; wealth not reality
Now a time when commercialism shadows death.
Purchase for consumption; nothing is free
Their poisons inserted, to see growth spiral
Populations diseased; their hunger satisfied
Success not a work of art, but a measure of worth .
Inventions praised; expense raised
Weapons more devastating, eyes only faucets
The world's end bound; prophesied by man, knowing his own hand.
Science a technicality of beauty; life not learned
Math bewildering; love confused
Reversion, a must; humanity's teachings before papers'.
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