A habit of mine
When Autumn comes
Off I go
Wearing
Boots
Try to discover
What I can find
Looking low
Searching
Roots
In front of my eyes
To my surprise
Standing still
Seeing
Shoots
You know what all we need to be
Some say it’s in the blood
Is wine thicker than muddy waters?
Just smack me silly, my love
Passover me tonight, oh Death
Let me greet the Morning Light
With renewed vigor and insight
Smack me silly… life is just a test
The greatest attribute to behold
Valued more than any drug or gold
Painstakingly difficult to contain
God smack me silly, I’m on a Soul Train
Luvsmack me silly
Luvsmack me brain
Luvsmack me on the other cheek
Luvsmack me willy
Luvsmack me sane
Luvsmack me when I’m weak
Luvsmack me while I’m here
Luvsmack me when I’m gone
Just smack me silly,
Luvsmacking everyone!
The woman who lived on the lake
Was always believed to be fake
She'd come in the night
At the first loss of light
Eating a huge chocolate cake
A woman from old London Town
Walked the streets in a beautiful crown
Not a stitch on to wear
Though she'd couffured her hair
But where on earth was her gown?
The woman who lives down the road
Enjoys signing songs to a toad
Her voice is delightful
Her songs are insightful
But it's a weird way to simply offload
There was a young woman from Putney
Who enjoyed making raspberry chutney
The problem she found
As she fell to the ground
Was she was eating nothing but brie
galeorhinus
our beloved class clown
was not braless on the boardwalk
an oratorical announcer assumed
she could misread
through fallacious
muddled tongue
whitherso unarguably
rebelliously
I am a shark !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • October 5–11, 2026)
All Hallows Eve
A night to receive
The fears you perceive
Whilst you try to deceive
Make them believe
You're not scared
What do you do if there's a coyote in your yard?
That's an excellent question and the answer's not hard.
Though his visit may have been unplanned,
smile, introduce yourself, and shake his hand.
The first eight hours of Emory Gleep
were mainly spent in sleep;
but when, finally, he awoke,
not a word, he spoke.
Maybe,
he was a baby.
I
Am
The
Word
Dream
Before
Gaining
Momentum
Minty moonlight
crackles like bug juice
under waxen stars
that sing with wrath.
Summer suns die
as Autumn tickles
ice cream nomads
with ribbons of lice.
To Grandma, an apple can make pie.
My darling is the apple of my eye.
These sweet thoughts visit me
as I pick an apple from a tree -
pity that it takes a bite to learn
what an apple is to a worm.
Several male colleagues in a work meeting
Each competent and able
In walks the angry little boss man
Yelling at them “ today….you need to put your balls on the table”!!
Ewwww…..”what a thought”!
excessive jewelry
hair dyed yellow and purple
boisterously loud
thinks she is in her twenties
both ears triple pierced
dragonfly tattoo on back
seventy-four and silly
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