anchor my will in goodly godlike advancement ;
guard me always by this revitalization !
trust , never predetermined
but be I devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
would you trust anachronistic revitalization by youthful tastelessness ?
underline your forgotten manipulability
in ripped knitwork or
delineate godlike bedding from nympho childlessness ;
paralyze and mummify our preteenager psychopathy
with predetermined celiocentesis .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
always
an anchor
coursing
through my nerveroot
his
revitalization
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
joyful woman had as many problems as others, maybe more
but she did not allow them to get her down, looking for a poor-me-door
She knew how to dance, and she did it exceedingly well
shaking her problems loose, at every dip, twirl and swell
She looked toward a new horizon, expecting good to come her way
Enthusiastically encouraging revitalization and positivity every day
joyful woman had many problems, on which she chose not to dwell
staying away from others who were determined to stay in a private hell
The door to uncertainty,
The perplexities of today,
The unknowns of tomorrow—
We step through the door that stands before us.
The darkness of today,
The complexities of daylight,
The tranquillity of midnight—
We endeavour to catch as much catch can.
The promises of tomorrow,
The pendulum of the mind,
The joy of belief,
The mysteries that lie deep within.
The turbulence of the mind,
The struggles of the gifted,
The journey to redemption—
We share our stories.
The resilience of the inspired,
The gloom of existence,
The comfort of hospitality,
The revitalization of the weary.
The existence of the supernatural,
The tales of the sacred,
The teachings of the spiritual,
The unveiling of the hidden.
The knowledge of the lesser-known,
The trailing tendrils of the night,
The understanding of silence,
The awareness of the unspoken.
April 17, 2025.
The goddesses were the first to realize earth needed to be revitalized
They changed the skies to rivers flowing with heartfelt enthusiasm
Energy came from every direction, replenishing people’s souls
Excitement skipped into the valleys and meadows, lighting everything up
Gods were not eager at first, but they were won over.
Soon the trees were singing love songs, and bushes were all-powerful
The grass was filled with superhero energy that permeated the landscape
Could revitalization be this easy? Oh, my, yes, even easier.
All it takes is faith, and a willingness to change the scenery up a bit.
blues and grays of the river clouds began talking amongst themselves.
They could barely wait for the world to reawaken and energize.
It was a new era, where hope and faith were everyday feelings.
Love was remembered and revered once again.
And people began touching and talking.
Something they had forgotten about.
It was the age of renewal.
What if the heart of man
admitts only something
inherent like light like logic or
nature or a kind lovely
better of?.
You see we take care not to
confuse well being for
peace or business for economy
or being dying for revitalization
or rodenty for let say bee or sun or corn or fish.
Yes?, because we wore uniform
that time in the school doesn't
in any case meant the country is almost acquainted
with killings killings and a through murder familiarity
or for goodness sake howsoever mocking
is modernism?.
Assuming weapon is a suggestion
now, is man not a fragile glass?.
Malachite is the loveliest color
As is emerald, May’s birthstone
Chrysoprase makes my heart feel happy
There are so many verdant gems
They all reflect money, revitalization and new beginnings
When people wear them, I feel the vibrations in the room rise
the light blue snow eyes of winter creep into the meadow
she glistens with a dazzling whiteness that brings silence
a hush is created as lightly falling snow lands as glitzy cover
icy frost may follow, which will bring crunch to footsteps
I admire winter’s mark, she makes no apology for frozen tundra
doing what she does best, giving us a sparkling prettiness
snow deepens while winter sends in wind to stun us into silence
there is a revitalization I feel in her frosty reintroduction.
animal lover that I am, I have more than one spirit animal.
They used to always be the wolf, eagle, and raccoon.
Also curiously enough, turtle.
I know when they change, and they recently have.
My newest power animals are the butterfly and the snake.
Both represent transformation, revitalization, and change.
I welcome them with open arms.
Even the twelve foot rat snake I saw last week.
Rat snakes eat mice, which would explain why I don’t have any.
For this I am grateful.
Butterflies have always been my spirit animal also.
They land on me and sometimes stay for a while
My spirit animals change, as I change.
Which is often, as I am a Gemini, am I not?
colors of the southwest parade into my meditation tonight
turquoise clouds lead the parade, floating in Rubenesque puffy ways
I feel beloved, at peace, they have brought hope and revitalization
my breathing has changed, I am on autopilot, unaware of my awareness
relaxing into the turquoise, welcoming sage advice of my spirit guides
they feel as aware of me as I am of them, are they included in the turquoise?
a tiny hole begins to form a line, a slit in the clouds, fiery orange red flames
Another robust color of the southwest; I begin to receive answers to my questions.
I sit in front of my flickering candle, enjoying the love I am being given
By my angels, my spirit guides and my power animals.
They are pleased that I am honoring their Native American heritage.
Including turquoise and orange-red into my meditation today.
Mother moon fills me with awe from my east window.
Father sky’s stars sprinkle me with stardust.
I feel alive, confident and revitalized.
Ready to take on the world now.
the rosebush grew
until the days became new
still change is precious and few
the notice of your precious memory is long overdue
at times i feel guilty
now that i have outlived you
i still feel that you are older than me
for your understanding of the world far outranks mine
the rosebush died
modern forwardness is now satisfied
however this old soul is now very mortified
so a freshly new rosebush by me is now applied
soul slumbers
spirit guides' secret signs
soft sweet snoring
savoring sensuality
sensing rebirth, revitalization, renewed strength
spirit guides gently surround me, showing their love
Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.
Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
empowerment,
love.
Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are repurposed as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
tipping points
within silent complexity.
Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
quietly feeling unresolved
in silent external/internal wars?
Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego-independent bodies,
Between original health-tooled womb
memories
And today's wealth-weaponed tidal means,
unsustained strength
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent patriarchal dissonance
revoicing maternal confluence,
empowering vulnerability;
revolutionary stillness
actively listening
between quiet health-wombed rememories.
Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
cooperatively-managed words
for hearing beatific Truths,
re-seeing Ways,
rekindling communicating Lives;
Revolutionary politics,
awesome economics,
wondrous revitalization,
compassionate communion.
A spiritual warrior,
I salute the sun;
breathe in its energy.
Light filling my whole body,
my whole being;
muscles stretch and oxygenate.
In the prone,
bellows breath massages organs;
brain drinks oxygen and revives.
Prone revitalization,
sustains another day;
I am one with Earth and sky;
a harmonic convergence sustains the
body, mind and soul.
Spirit in a material realm;
I commune with Heaven and Earth;
mortality is no barrier,
in the oneness.
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