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an abm
anu always
astounding at
adaptative antic
accommodate again
addlepated aversive
alpine anchylosis
are as
am ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Nothing stirs
Cut off from the work I knew
Which way
Shall I set out to rescue myself?
Peace
Frantic man, be at peace
Peace
Anxious soul, be at rest.
I am
A soul reunited with its body
I remember
Exactly where I went.
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I think of you now and again
Out half a world away
On the other side of the globe
Here it’s midnight and for you midday
Somewhere on a Himalayan mountain
How can I possibly relate to your reality
Far from anything resembling a city
With no infrastructure of any kind
No cars no shopping centers
No electricity no electronics
None of the luxuries I take for granted
How can I relate to your reality
Your wealth is a goat some seeds and hope
A little schoolhouse relatively close
As your best prayer for a better future
The gap between the haves and the have-nots
Is nothing less than astronomically absurd
And there’s no trusting the middlemen
Greed keeps robbing those who have less than nothing
Seems there’s fewer godfearing people left on earth
Not many believing in justice and universal equity
I can’t relate to corruption
Concepts of karma swirl through my head
Death remains the greatest equalizer
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
my porch swing smile
a cold glass of cream soda
sponsored by solace
I went to the Big church night in
saw rend colective experiment and saw matt redman too,
and was great to worship at vineyard with you,
I endeded us sponsoring a child,
so hope this helps her to smile
and make her life a bit more worth while,
she can got to school, and have food and clothing too,
and its the most amazing thing that we can do,
i pray my sponsord child will go far and god will help her along the way
I pray god will bless my sponsored child each and every day. Amen
Joba lives in Bangladesh and goes to sunday school and church regularly, Praise god, she will be ok now through compassion and my sponsorship.
Marriage
Beneath the moon two lovers share their dreams.
Before daylight blinds an eternity of sunbeams.
© July 12, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Love -
Treasures forever.
Hopes perpetually.
Beckons tenderly.
Delights trust; honors everlastingly.
Devotes faithfully heart soaring elating.
Life cascading while sharing,
Dreams embracing life enjoy.
Caressing faithfully souls serving,
-Adoring –
Serving souls faithfully caressing,
Enjoy life, embracing dreams.
Sharing while cascading life,
Elating soaring heart faithfully devotes.
Everlastingly honors; trust delights.
Tenderly beckons.
Perpetually hopes
Forever treasures.
Love -
© July 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
A Few Interesting Palindrome Links:
Research Sites:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palindrome
http://www.fun-with-words.com/palin_example.html
http://www.rinkworks.com/words/palindromes.shtml
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html
Marijuana puffs
Famed hallucinatory.
Laced with excuses.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 8, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
He
Looks like
A hoodlum?
Tattooed and hard –
Judge not the surface!
Be like God, look inside.
Let love flow; watch joy abide.
Tupac’s rhyming brightens sorrows.
Rapping beats to famed masterpieces.
Singing the wisdom he learned from the streets.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 7, 2010
Poetic form: Etheree
It’s Time to Take Out the Eraser
There once was a boy and his mom
They explored and had fun in their camper.
But the Everglades in June…mosquitoes!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an avid fossil collector
Looking for shark's teeth without fear.
A great white swam near; she screamed…oh, dear –
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was an innocent girl
She fell in love; but he was no bachelor –
So much for studying; “making her way in the world.”
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a young reckless driver
That used to be a video game winner.
He cut off a big wheeler in one-day…play?
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once were lovers strolling together.
Sweetly holding hands at the arbor.
Homing pigeons flew above…hundreds!
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
There once was a poet in a contest.
She wrote too many words…not a miser.
Readers of her poem did not laugh.
It’s Time to take out the eraser!
Serenely in God’s Woodland
The tangled web of nature
Witnesses the dawn.
In elegance she watches.
Before calling her fawn.
Her dreamlike peace unsheltered.
Bravely she, standing alone,
Pauses in the moment
Before fear drives her home.
Awestruck by the beauty
Living in the mind.
A memory grown foggy,
On canvas, life does find.
Loving in the forest,
Surviving the hunter's hand
Creatures stand together.
Serenely in God’s woodland.
NOTE: The painting “Morning Doe” by Dane Smith-Johnsen, inspired this poem:
http://daneann.redbubble.com/sets/74181/works/3273210-2-morning-doe
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 3, 2010
Rondel Pain
Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger,
Encircling each word with bigoted judgments on hand.
Down a spiral staircase a poet’s thoughts may stagger.
Semi-circular fashioned, ideas traverse memories’ span.
Hysterical, political…subject does not matter.
Orderliness and cleverness mete out the author’s plan.
Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger,
Encircling each word with bigoted judgments on hand.
Banter securely bound, released by creative augur.
Can choose many words found in vocabulary land.
Lexis gone thrilling can kill the heart of an iceman –
Stop, please! Choose kindly words; become a pain free enabler.
Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 2, 2010
Poetic form: Rondel (Rondel Rhyming Pattern: ABab, abAB, aabbA)
Thanks Jared for making us think!
LEARN MORE:
1. POETRY: http://www.ehow.com/how_16711_write-rondel.html
2. DAGGAR http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rondel_dagger
3. STAINED GLASS http://www.anythinginstainedglass.com/glass/Rondels/rondels.html
(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")
Surprise! Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside,
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.
Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To tell you the truth, neither could I wait.
Fluffy and moist, strawberry infused confection.
Delightfully melted on the first tasting tongue.
Four layers baked had delicately arisen.
Delectably glazed before delicious had sprung.
It was that yummy year, and homemade birthday cake,
She showed me through baking how her love pierced my heart.
Fresh fruit decorated cake with special designs.
Chocolate dipped strawberry delight, her loves’ impart!
Golden-red pheasant
Glistening the morning sun,
Foraging delight.
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