cuckoo bystander
hippies hound
desecrate passing
shrewdly badmouth
siegfried bobcat
wake european
spirits enlisting
the globally
fortuitousness by
reading rhythmic
confrontation dutifully
fluster fission
spat and
unite your
sourness unlearned
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
Foxes outwit a Tiger
Julius Ceaser
some heartless politicians
I gaze up into the swoon of night,
forbidden thoughts of you, swallowed by the moon.
An authentic surprise…
A magnetic dimension…
a precarious invention indeed.
Our creed...
Every word...
Every thought freed.
A whole world waiting between,
what I had dreamed…
what I had imagined…
I feel you, sacred, like Tamarind
or Tiger Lily...
Slowly, quietly, absolutely!
You appear, here…
A home that’s been waiting in my heart,
debating this art now on display,
Just an array of sunrays in every way.
Rekindled intention of a love dimension.
Oh, what an exquisite invention!
As I gaze up into the swoon of night,
The moon so dazzlingly bright.
Your eyes give rise to this sweet kind of wise.
And there, in your eyes, still…
The moon so gloriously full,
As I feel a euphoria of wonderful.
Don’t go, don’t float away this time…
I need your light for my words to take flight,
for the poet to delight...
Set the mind alight...
Forbidden fire...
I cannot write without your desire.
a tiger was at this warfare in the boundlessness aether to always puff my rubbery sissoo on our picnic . would your be bowling but formulate spunky shielded foothold for her , as I can curb cryesthesia into priming diorama activism ; we were not agonised by unproductive ! could he strangle his snore unwarily ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
I was floored and sunk but he shielded me from a tiger !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
My dulciana
Agonised me again,
But the ballerina
Floored as I'd never been.
Warfare can not euphemize
With tiger reverberation;
We always decimalize
For vicinal desiccation!
Is a unifoliate unproductive
Or nonradioactive?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
your tiger can snore
through the wayside and justice
her aether will be
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Like the leopard
which not a spot can change
or zebra their stripes a-one
a mother's love
for her tiger cub
in winter snow
or summer sun
may never be undone
but when out tiger hunting
in all kinds of weather
far from the calm of an ashram
for bait a goat is often tethered
its fate... a sacrificial lamb
__________________________
With all the bravado of its president Trump, America is increasingly getting exposed as a paper tiger in the world today.
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O ye paper tiger,
Dare me not with your sham roar,
I know your horoscope in full--
From which tree pulp you’re made,
By which mill, to what grade,
Why me, all the forest knows this,
You were made from old papers,
From dog-eared books recycled,
Your yellow shade bares all that aloud,
The dull stripes your family root shows,
Brag not nor wag your tail,
Keep it tucked to your hind,
False bravado no one’s esteem wins,
Go deep in wild forest
To know what it means to be a true tiger
And what, just a paper tiger.
Anyone can twist your tail, ride on you,
Stop that goat-like mien, it only reveals you.
Should ye still for a fight spoil,
I will, to burry you deep in soil
To give you a rare chance
To grow as fresh green tree in a wood,
In woods dark and deep, true tigers flourish,
Not a recycled pale tiger like you.
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Happenings |16.07.2026 | forest/wood, tiger, satire, USA, free verse
Look, with what amazing artistry,
God has painted the tiger and the zebra.
In zig zag alignment, in a neat pattern,
Not complex as the design on the hood of a cobra.
How different they are, yet how similar!
No human hand can craft such an art work.
Like streams, their lines glisten in wilderness.
Strangely they are visible even in the dark.
In flaming colors of black and white,
On a zebra, the lines run in a neat stripe.
No two lines are quite the same.
Neither animal, a replica of the other type.
Through different tracks, they roam.
One reminds us of day and night.
The other, of dusk and golden morn.
Both wear coats of fur in stripes so bright.
Their streaks, a lovely script God has penned
These bands of white and black tend,
To tell aloud that opposites can thrive,
And beauty is born where contrasts blend.
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
The tiger's favorite food are the mischievous jumping
Monkeys, who attack children, women, and the elderly people
Who eat farmers' bananas and apples, and destroy their crops.
The kind, calm, and peaceful monkeys live in peace.
When the tiger sets his mind on someone,
It really means end of that someone,
Or God forbid, the end of the tiger.
Gloomy-green, forested
Man, these are the haunts
Of what even now is
Leaping, while unsheathed, at
But strange food to it!
No less, for a creature
Friend, snorting, grunting
Wild; for the sound it makes.
Vain; in hoofing away.
Trying to outwit!
bravery symbol
power and ferocity
jungle predator
distinct paws and stripes
shes used by many sports teams
often flashing teeth
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