RANDOM CREATIVITY.
an
amative
cadenced
conceptual
capella
a
radical
mechanist
memento
to
savour
stimulated
&
serviceable
with
substantive
silken
symmetry
in
tense
text
touchingly
torn
,twilled,
undeservingly
unaware
&
vanquished
by
wantonness
population motivated
afterworld adversity
touchingly touchline
detested comrade
undeserving snitch
shoplift stimulated
firing you
unsweet vanquish
torn debilitating
satinpod drenched
occupation serviceable
calmly savour
salvation tablemate
conceptual thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
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)
No secret poets are fond
of stars and dreaming --
of gazing and seeming:
using one's mind as a
portal, focusing crystal -- using
the heart, to capture as
a vessel, all that is clean
and unclean -- no flat safe
of a writer is he... daring
pens
wallows in dear slobbers
like bacterized faces of dog
lovers, equally affectionate scratches
he wincingly endures
as his feline shreds
making more opaque the steely
curtains purring deeper into veiled
folds of day and night --
unlike those
who keep the world
firm on proper axis turning,
the poet off tilts
transposes
confounds convention with broader
gyrating mystery, elevates to
novel royalty
that which would
otherwise remain
mere serviceable
far too primary
for his quaking soul
basic impressions of
dark and light --
The carpet was worn -
The pattern thin in some places,
But it was a “good” rug,
A real original Oriental.
We had others, too, and a
Silver tea service, slightly tarnished,
(Sterling, of course)
On the mahogany sideboard.
The upholstery on the
Living room chairs
Was a little tired, but
It was good “quality” furniture.
And we were descended from
Someone who came over
To this country on the Mayflower!
Mantras I heard many times
When I was growing up
In a “good” neighborhood
My parents could ill afford.
Mantras offered when I complained
That my friends had new furniture
Or prettier rugs, or, even worse,
Wall to wall carpeting.
No penny loafers for me –
I had a serviceable pair of shoes.
The “new” skirt was handed down
From a neighbor’s daughter.
Store clothes were from sales
And always “practical”.
Only years later did I finally
Realize my mother was making
The best of the hard times
And gave up much for us.
It was her way of trying
To make us proud of ourselves
And our heritage, to make up
For the things she couldn’t give us.
She walks star naked amidst the midnight suns
A voluptuous Venus with bouncy buns
Descending the salacious staircase with loaded guns
Causing cosmic explosions a Super Nova of Megatons
A cybernetic seductress within our virginal view
Exposing raw prowess without missing a screw
The comets do celebrate as she walks askew
Strutting the staircase serviceable upon queue.
Oct.09.2019
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"Final Countdown"
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Camaro
Sleek, fast
Racing, flirting, streaking
Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
Plodding, plugging, inching,
Serviceable, dependable
Minivan
Had we but words enough and tact
This coyness, master. Were no crime
I will like Marvell
Use simile to woo your love
And wait on you on the wings of time
Till your hardened ice becomes water
And I, able to pen you down in black
But at my back, I always hear
The roar of the grave, above my unwitty head
Will your charm be serviceable to
My broken bones in the vault?
Or my dusty lips render you without faults?
Now therefore, while my youthful wit
Lies on the back of a serviceable novice
Come to me with the speed of Flash
So with metaphor, I can call your name
Praise your valor with hyperbole
And remember you like my
Daddy's daughter drawn at the Niger River
February 2018
Inspired by
Andrew Marvell ~To His Coy Mistress_
Two days without a serviceable poem.
I think it is crunch time again.
My brain appears to be out on loan.
This is no way to gain poetic fame!
What will the subject be? Hatred of war,
or some deep down personal hidden fear?
Maybe a philosophical riff, far
from the everyday world? Maybe the year
so far, as I see it, with trenchant wit,
yeah, dream on, your wit is in very short
supply nowadays. Would you know it
if it bit you? Faking it will mean court
for false advertising. You're the Seinfeld
of poets. Sonnets made from nothing, your field!
A Day
One day, one life
My life’s spent
Between two brinks
Of a day
The dawn when early birds
Catch the worms
Finds me still slumbering
Like a dead donkey
Until the sunbeams
Radiating in my room
Force my eyes to open.
Hour after hour I saunter
And my haunted body
Tangles.
Twilight finds me
Lying flat like an exhausted dog
When the two serviceable birds
Of the Heavens my useless life
Wraps and off they take.
What life do I live if not
That of servitude bound
To the shore of that Abode?
O Eve Merriam, tell me,
Is there a new day to change
and learn how to write?
N’Gaoundéré, 16th February 2010
Living for happiness
Smiling for dreams
Admiring our accomplishments
Believing in faith
Hoping there's reasons to highlight each day
Praying for solutions to questions we desire
Searching for directions with God's gracious guidance
Seeking all answers to justify ambitions
Longing to discover a serviceable path
One that will keep us safe as we walk
Finding a new meaning to conclude every feeling
Knowing that life is a gift worth holding
I am not a robot
I am not made of steel
I’ve a mind I’ve a brain
I can think, I can feel
Through my frame courses blood
Deep inside beats a heart
I am not a robot
Don’t tear me apart
You could never repair
The parts that get broken
You haven’t the tools
And words softly spoken
May lead you to think
That your game has been won
I am not a robot. The damage is done
you are
happy.
like a cupcake in frilled paper.
skirts and pants.
c-_-s
fat and serviceable.
blonde dye job behind bathroom doors.
mama let the boys run trains on you.
fell down the stairs.
emergency rooms all too familiar.
everything is your fault.
stop whining. youve done this before.
d-_-s.
it doesnt have to be your world.
too often it is.
balding.
whisky in the glove compartment.
lost temper. lost self.
say sorry
to your
sister
wife
mistress
mother.
sex, gender.
the lines aren't well defined.
you are
sad.
alive.
corrupted.
an *******.
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