My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
My muse showed up at sunrise
with a grin I didn’t trust,
whispered, “Let’s write brilliance!”
though my brain was gathering dust.
My notebook’s overflowing~
every page a scribbled plea:
Why do ideas strike at midnight
but ignore me during tea?
I chase down inspiration
like a tumbleweed in flight~
it rolls off toward the mountains
while I trip in morning light.
My drafts are wild stampedes,
every sentence bucking free;
I wrangle them with coffee
and a whispered, Mercy me…
Note: Poem sung using the melody from Stephen Sondheim's Send in the Clowns.
isn’t it perfect
the moment the scales slip off
right when the spotlight hits.
are we a duo
me on the ground pretending calm
you mid-air, mid-morph, mid-blink.
send in the reptiles
the ones with the tailored suits,
the ones who rehearse their humanity
and have suspiciously cool hands.
isn’t it lovely
how they glide through chaos
like actors missing half their cues.
one keeps pacing in circles
one freezes like a statue
both insisting they’re totally human.
send in the reptiles
oh right~
they’re already here
adjusting their holograms
and sipping lukewarm tea.
don’t you love farce
the cosmic variety
where the joke sheds a reptilian tail.
I thought you’d stay hidden
sorry, my dear
you never do.
so send in the reptiles
quick, send in the reptiles
don’t bother~
they’re already here .
lord
send me
not
for
fame
nor
glory
but
to
serve
in
the
name of
the
lord
just
send me
to
be
transformed
send a message…….
send a message saying…make it make sense.
send a message to comprehend.
send a message apprehend.
then again….
the message is….what was it …..send it again.
clarify what was meant.
explanations….? intent?!
…..message sent
Syretta
I must have lost my friends,
I should not have clicked "send",
I meant to email you instead
My mind was half asleep,
I called them lazy sheep,
now they cut me dead.
I don’t know what it was,
Maybe just because
The mailing list starts with "A"
Now I'm so uptight
I stared at that screen all night
The screen that led me astray
(chorus)
There is no hack
That can take it back,
No magic “undo” key.
Friends may be sheep,
But the cost was steep,
When the truth-teller was me.
(bridge)
Next time I’ll pause and breathe,
Count to ten before bytes leave.
Read it twice before I click.
Because now I feel sick,
I jumped backwards off the crag,
The cats escaped out of the bag.
In social effigy I hang
No sense of humor in that gang
I've become a hermit living in caves
A wild eyed maniac who rants and raves
I still feel the hurt, still feel the pang.
When I hit that key, and the first phone rang.
Sure, I could fix the water faucet.
That flooded my place, but that’s not it.
I could have studied more for that test.
Not dropped out of college like the rest.
I don’t think these are worthy second chances.
Not even those high school dances.
No, those are as empty as a statue's mouth.
And those missed chances have left me and flown south.
I just want a single thing.
And that’s not some wedding ring.
Not much from the past is worthy.
Not even my family tree.
Just my sweet girl…
How her whiskers used to curl.
If I could travel back to when she left.
Feeling bereft.
I wish I had come up with that poem for her sooner.
And placed the folded paper on her.
I don’t think there would be a paradox.
Just more peace felt while kicking rocks.
I still read that poem once in a while.
Keep it in my file.
But yeah, the random bad things that crept up in life?
At least she was there during the strife.
From middle school to dropping out of college you were there.
And although I feel despair.
There’s no healing potion that would have helped you.
So this poem in my drawer will have to do.
When all failed, Abba asked, 'Who would I send?'
Thunderous lava lights caused commotion.
Like a meek slave, Christ expressed his consent.
Waves of chaos pooled like tsunamis in an ocean.
Didn't endless 'Holy' give him pleasure?
The universe stood in sombre surprise.
Leaving heaven, did he seek earthly leisure?
The need for freedom of beings filled his eyes.
Bones would be broken and blood would be shed.
He knew a cross-shaped wood would be his bed.
With hands nailed, he would be left to stand dead.
Was it with no knowledge that he went ahead?
Heaven came down at his incarnation.
Time stood still in timeless hesitation.
I write to speak,
Of feelings folded neat,
Of dreams untold,
And words left incomplete.
A letter — meant to travel far,
Needs an address, a name, a mark;
But mine — they linger, sealed within,
No stamp, no post, no destined kin.
To whom shall I write
When no one waits?
When the heart itself
Locks its gates?
Some are written out of fear,
Some in silence, held so near;
Some for love I’ll never claim,
Some for guilt without a name.
To the unknown, the lost, the dear,
To shadows I hold close and clear,
I write — not to be read or known,
But to whisper truth to my own.
These letters rest where secrets blend,
Pages of thoughts that never end.
They are my diary, my unseen friend —
The letters I’ll never send.
I’m about to ride into battle Lord,
Hoping victory will be mine, I
fight only as a last resort Lord,
But I think it’s justified this time,
If you agree my cause is just Lord
Will you please send me down a sign.
They waited for wings.
For the shimmer of Michael’s blade,
For the thunder of Gabriel’s cry.
But none came.
The sky did not split with fire.
It froze.
And from the silence stepped One
Whose breath could still oceans,
Whose gaze could unmake lies.
He did not roar.
He whispered.
And the whisper was war.
No legion flanked Him.
No herald sang.
He walked alone,
Clad in frost and finality.
The slanderers laughed.
The righteous wept.
And the misunderstood stood still,
Unsure if this was wrath or rescue.
It was both.
He did not strike with steel.
He shattered with truth.
He did not burn.
He crystallized.
And when it was done,
The frost remained.
Not as punishment—
But as proof.
That God had fought.
Not through angels.
But through presence.
Through cold.
Through love that does not flinch.
Please don't send me home
It's scarier out there
The world is just too loud
It's too much for me to bear
Please don't send me back
Where everyone is mad
Where no-one understands
And tells me that I'm bad
Please don't make me go
Where I am all alone
I'm begging for you all
Please don't send me home
I promise I'll be good
If you let me stay
I'll fall in line and smile
Every single day
Please don't send me home
I think I'd rather fry
I don't think I'll survive
Don't send me there to die.
No one in the ward seemed in good spirits
They were worn out from chemo
exhausted from doing nothing at all
looking forward to more nothing the next day
send in the kid clown, a doctor suggested
Kid clown was an enthusiastic volunteer
because she was a cancer survivor
so, she knew some of the feelings in the ward
the other doctors were arrogant
they did not know what a child would be able to do
until they sent her in, and saw for themselves
she lifted the children’s spirits, gave them hope; was their friend.
We used to play red rover red rover send NAME right over.
Send Billy, he’s frilly, his skin’s white as vanilly.
Send Jackie, she’s whacky, let’s give her a smacky.
We were ruthless in our run, slamming arms, yet full of fun.
The game was easy to understand, the person who was named had to run.
And try to get the other team’s arms unclasped, that was the fun.
We held on tightly, not letting them in, full of vigor, orneriness and vim.
For letting them in meant letting them win, taking a hostage back with them.
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