Lost in a sea of bodies
they all just drown me out
I feel the current of their disinterest
not giving up, pulling me down
the glitter on my face, it must’ve lost its shine
I’m still writing this story
that has stood the test of time
a glimpse in my direction has become something so rare
at the hottest spot in town and it’s as if nobody’s there
it’s a pain so practiced it shouldn’t be phasing
but with every final hope I’m bleeding from old grazing
I’ve been treading water and treading for too long
my ignorance was bliss and now my ignorance has gone
so I’ll stop the frantic swimming, polished acting and smile winning
feel my body just give in
feel the current start to win
wave goodbye to the surface that was never really mine
only to return should someone crave that glitter shine
I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
I needed it, a newly found start
To sit by the ocean
relieve my blue heart
mugged of my delusions
Harshly thrown into reality
Overthinking
really makes me lose my sanity
Old worries leave
New troubles await
Thy Sane brain needs a break
For at rest it thinks
If I were a changed soul
Would things be different
Would I be whole
George Francis Train
Introduced the tram to England
I introduced microwaving the sausage and bun together
To a not-very-impressed-American
We talked and talked into the night
About opera
How Norma's role was designed
For Giuditta Pasta
The weather cooled and necessitated
A dressing gown
He got up and strolled through the room
Pondering whether to purchase four-hundred pound Glastonbury tickets
At dawn, we'd moved onto chess
He advised, 'You gotta ram the pieces down their throat.'
When will I be invited to a Beverly Hills mansion dinner?
mark
time camp-
ing
in
a worldly chair
near your body
fun
scene motion which is a
pendulum at best because to swing
is
not at all a curse from birth but rath-
rather what the hanged man calls
for
once he sees from upside down the exit
door that traps death in with us
There are some
looked down their nose
in the troubled Covid times
at those who bump elbows
as opposed to shaking hands
so with a bend let's start a trend
a new fad across the land
and instead if you please
why don't we
lift a leg and all knock knees
Fly bold into the night, my friend,
and let your spirit soar.
For on your dreams you must depend;
renounce who came before.
A new dawn lies in wait for you,
there at your beck and call.
Your rainbow's end will shine what's true;
the gem who's meant to fall.
So let loose the sorrow felt
from ties that bind your mind,
and know that destiny has dealt
with hopes you left behind.
The morning sun will blaze its light
to pierce the flow of tears.
The arc of color lies in sight;
your pot of gold appears.
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)
I sat under a tree somewhere in Nebraska
after a late-night drive in a storm to here
my assignment. Nestled in the sandhills
the morning whispered. In silence I stayed
by a lake where a drive ended. The sun
reflected off a pond, my reflections
to begin the day. Trees and grasses sprouted
from sand fed by underground streams.
A soft breeze whispered, too. I closed
my eyes. Serenity. Pioneers had given their lives
to discover this land. It was mine for now.
I discovered the land for myself. A white cabin
near me was quiet, whether abandoned or not
it didn’t matter. I embraced the silence. Lost
in time. I felt in my mind a new poem form
the words I longed to share when I’d get
back home. Lines broke and found new lines.
Stanzas white spaces moments of silence
always said more than I could say as I gazed
at clouds drifting through open skies. A poem
or two I could take home with me on the long drive.
I had to admit I never knew what I would find.
I see you looking at me,
so cunning and smug.
Must we start our day off like this?
I am your friend,
please be my friend.
If I smile at you,
will you smile back?
See all it took was a smile.
Now I will be on my way,
have a great day.
We are born in the darkness, the lack of knowledge you see,
raised in a world, to become what we want to be.
Without any wisdom, one can not survive,
there are those out there, who will eat another alive.
The lies and the deceptions, the webs that they weave,
the death in the heart, that they truly leave.
It’s a dog eat dog, world out there, where we have to be,
where the darkness of this world, gains it’s strength, in you and me.
It’s subtle ways of pressing, the changing in the heart,
being raised in the darkness, where we were born, from the start.
All the negative emotions, the very things we feel,
the spoken words of darkness, the hearts that they kill.
Where there is no vision, people perish you see,
born and raised in the darkness, till the truth comes to be.
To obtain knowledge and wisdom, one must see the light,
follow the truth in their heart, that keeps them from their night.
Then as we walk, we must keep our shadows at our feet,
knowing by walking daily in the truth, our darkness we defeat.
I saw it in the blue gray skies
light flashing incomparable
like twinkles in your eyes
when you smile
and laugh lines still appear
something simple
I wish
would never disappear
or dissipate in the breeze
as we both watch
over the great big sea
A politician will no longer tell a lie
Not another civilian in war will die
Indigenous peoples are given their land back
People of colour are no longer under attack
We stop polluting the sea and the sky
All this will happen when pigs start to fly.
I always draw the eyes first
not the face, neck or chin
not the body
always the eyes
I am a cartoonist
I enjoy creating fantasy worlds
fictitious animals, mythical creatures
sometimes I draw enchanted trees with faces
I always start with the eyes
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