Sitting in his car
Judd Monte was counting stars
Enjoying his sedative place
Displaying a happy face
Then a disgruntle spinster appeared
Lunatic possessed dear
Judd Monte knew her from grade one
Elementary fun
Recess under a soothing sun
They say,
On her birthday
Moonlight shining bright
Instigated her to fight
Until this evening
Judd Monte committed not leaving
Armed with wine
Glasses to dine
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Judd Monte tried
Presenting ways to win
Against the angry sin
“You see that planet out there
The moon, it is not supposed to scare”
Judd Monte’s Spinster debated her mission
And listened
Showing an immersive trance
Choreographed by those who dance
Judd Monte made the peaceful advance
Turning the uneventful sight
Romantic not a fright
Entertained by the moon
Playing a jazzy tune
Next time you cannot see
Just believe
And turn on the moonlight
It will guide you through the night
your blushingly
billions cross
emptiness fluctuating
figure always
dispute again
unimaginably destruction
a courtship
craven gripping
an inadvertently
invite oiled
the sham
but bidder
animation could
tidy through
promotional jesting
taunting these
darkly doings
those scripted
will deny
our venomous
probing fare
soak that
unbrainwashed slobber
and waive
initial flaw
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
focus
stop talking
pay attention
a herd mentality
teacher
Since my mid teens, it's been
Difficult for me to make friends.
But that changed when I met you.
10 years ago, I saw myself grow.
I believe that friends are gifts from God.
That's what you became to me from the start.
Do you remember that first breakfast together?
It was clear that our bond would be like brothers.
A trusting atmosphere of trùst was created,
The kind of trust that I had long awaited.
I remember saying, "Someday, we will talk".
That day came, and I opened my heart's vault.
I felt free to share things that had been locked.
Until you, every exit of release was blocked.
Until along came you, I never dared.
You became the first with whom I shared.
God alone has access to such portals of the soul.
You were allowed into hidden spaces yet untold.
The price of pliability?
We sink into penury
All for a speaking slot
At UNGASS in NYC
They’re at it again
Another talk shop
Deals on the side
We are sold out
They wax eloquent
Mouthing platitudes
Promising data and gold
Doling mining rights
They return, all smiles
Frequent fliers, all
Praising themselves
Lining up for the buffet
Garden
by Frank Daub
I will talk with you tonight
and – you will answer with yellow flowers,
pale yellow roses,
BRIGHT
wax leaves tied in splashed white bowers.
In dark and on a sea
of white,
You will breathe
into my hand
Perfuming eternity with your gift --
To never leave.
Something has entered the field
System registered high alert
All stations locked and loaded
To experience an unknown hurt
Trained to react to all invaders
Defensive and shielded at the gate
Heart is guarded by golden light
So that pain and suffering never endure hate
Change was supposed to come
An upgrade to transmission
How can restoration come to stay
If loosh is released in every emission
The key is in the pause of patience
Waiting and seeing the flow
The pattern will eventually surface
Revealing where all worms go
Replication to overwhelming the system
So that no interface can take place
Preventing rescue from outside sources
Is how the sticky snake likes to lace
We are saved from within, through patience
When we see, we stand with TRUTH against lies
The blood of LOVE has filled the fears
And our testimony radiates til our enemy dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-29-20266
Loves the sound of her own voice
Like music to her ears
Endless platitudes and idle nonsense
Charged with nasty airwave pollution
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
leaves rustle on trees
telling us a storms brewing
can you hear their fright
My teeth number thirty-two.
I use some to bite. I use some to chew.
In this way, I specialize.
Don't get me started on my nose and eyes.
Oh dear, this small talk's going south.
How many teeth are in your mouth?
Sixteen years since she entered my life
Fourteen years ago she became my wife
At any age love it can bloom
Opened my heart for her, love I made room
Fourteen years ago she became my wife
As well as much love we are also great friends
Opened my heart for her i made room
Any challenges we sit and just talk
As well as much love we are also great friends
At any age love it can bloom
Any challenges we sit and just talk
Sixteen years since she entered my life
Talk to me when you want,
not because you’re bored.
Spend time with me like you mean it,
not because you have to.
Love me because you do,
not for fun.
Hold me like a lifeline,
not a plaything.
All I’ve ever wanted from you
is love—
not because you have to,
not because you’re bored,
but because you actually need me.
Because I am a person,
not a toy.
And I won’t be here forever,
so don’t ignore my voice.
I reach out because I need you,
not because I want you.
So please listen to me
when I speak in rhythm.
I promise
it will be worth your time.
Because I will be your lifeline
in times of need.
I won’t miss a call.
I won’t flee in time of need.
Because I need you
like you need me
Talk is expensive, silence is cheap
Silence is shade, talk is light
Silence is cocktail you silently sip
Drifting away through the night
The car door slams shut, bags carried out
Nobody’s waiting inside
Thunder breaks down striking too loud
Nobody asks how’s your ride
Vapes on the table and TV controls
Flowers and meds there too
An iPad with messages of the missed calls
Suddenly flickers with blue
Evening emerges with pouring rain
Glistening streams patch the air
Darkening sky offers silence to gain
Cheaply, just out of nowhere.
Those negligent slips after dark,
rose tinted eyes will betray ya.
Close enough to start a rumor,
pose for that loaded camera.
Swollen this game of telephone,
when nothing exists make it up .
Stolen letters and shy kisses,
wanton talk of sex fuels gossip.
A single bulldozer
Wandered away from the herd of globalization
And wanted only to enter an amusement park.
The bulldozer hugged the neighborhood children
And played with them without fear.
It had left its metal behind outside the park
And gladly removed its heavy chains.
It shut off its noise
And ran as lightly as the quickest among them,
Searching for their mother among the children.
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