A trip among the stars
Sail away in a boat of shining stars
Far into the black night
Until earth is only a memory
And infinity stretches like a road
Of dreams and hopes
Sail away on a sea of white clouds
Touch the moon and say hello
No fear ancestor courage fills the heart
Remembrance of yesterday never left behind
Sail away sail away no thought of coming back
Fills the mind only adventures without end seem to wait
The small boat built of stars and moonbeams and white clouds
Within minutes, a gentle wave comes to nudge your consciousness
Stars appear bluer than you remember
Globus, the lump in your throat is gone
Memories emerge that remained unthought for years;
A strangely lit corridor;
A den in the woods
Back in the present, all is still
Nothing just happened
And it is a gift; a comfort.
The world is tinted back to the colour you understand
You feel your heart beating in your fingertips
Your hands are steadier than you have ever known
Your skin is attached just right
Up to this moment, life has provided you with just the right amount of destruction
To let you Understand.
Past injuries can be observed with detached interest
Sunlight behind closed eyelids glows in reds and oranges
Lay back and experience
A swirlycap high
A SAFE ROUNDTRIP
The sun rose and left.
The moon waxed throughout the night:
Sleep waned; I awoke:-
a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
Fifteen years old, warm summer night,
I left home about twilight,
Jumped on my ten-speed wheels
And started in to wheeling,
Following a feeling -
A mystery, a night reveals.
What would the night reveal?
Conscientious, never free,
The only thing I’d ever wanted to be
Was someone who complies,
But this was just a lark,
Riding in the dark.
Which way would we fly?
I watched with open eye.
I had no purpose. It was just a ride.
Left or right, I let my bike decide.
Where I was going, I didn’t care.
I was on my own.
Something to me would be shown.
My destiny was there.
I could feel in the air.
Fifteen years old, warm summer night,
I left home about twilight
In the summer of seventy-three.
When I left, I was a captive child.
Hours later, pulling home, I smiled.
The night I would be free,
I discovered me.
A child…in a foreign land.
Where we come from—it's all just sand.
Deserted the desert...
but still feeling tethered
to the place that feels
forever home.
Yet—that place
we can no longer roam.
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Left the home land with legislative laws.
As they contained loads of legality flaws.
The colour of my skin cutting at me like a saw.
No jobs, no work, it was my last straw.
Left the land I knew to go and find more.
Knowing that the Foreign Land would have something better in store.
When I moved—I thought my troubles would be soothed.
But found other trouble,
my persistent presence made the locals grumble.
Looked at as an immigrant,
but every day—
a defendant.
"They are stealing our jobs!"you say.
"They are stealing our wives!"you convey.
You never stopped to think—
That just maybe...
we're trying our best?
Yet...
we will always
be seen as less?
At home,
we've got families to feed,
we've got people who are in need.
But what you fail to understand—
We can't help them...
unless we are in the Foreign Land.
I like
to bike
on rails
to trails
I roam
from home
long ride
trail wide
warm sun
have fun
near trees
cool breeze
at end
sores tend
good path
need bath
Last summer I enjoyed a dream vacation,
when I was filled to the brim with satisfaction.
I made a trip to the lofty heights of the Sikkim Himalaya,
where I got what I searched for, the feeling of euphoria.
Iridescent sky descended with an aquamarine lid,
from frozen heights azure glaciers glided down to feed.
a pristine lake I saw encased within a quiet basin,
over its mirror-like waters, stillness wafted in air thin.
Nature painted a divine scene I saw on that vacation,
while by the lake I stood soaked in joy and exultation.
Crystalline waters exuded the calmness I sought,
my body in placid reflection my eyes caught.
On calm waters I perceived the essence of my entity,
feeling content, I found a place of tranquility.
The lake water was so very clear and so virgin,
looking at its depth was like plunging deep within.
Abating my mental pangs, venting agony from abyss,
my serene soul floated in the ecstasy of fluid bliss.
In enchanting loneliness the few days I spent,
I reckoned as the precious gift God had sent.
That was the trip I’m glad I took, for I found a new me,
etched indelibly in the memory, till the end I’ll see.
footprints disappear
as ocean tides roll in
my presence forgotten
winding roads towards home
buggies and electric bikes
sharing the road space
Hop aboard the Magic School Bus,
There's no time to make a fuss!
Shrinking down to tiny size,
Right before our very own eyes.
Zooming through a drop of rain,
Riding on a hurricane!
Sailing through the ocean deep,
Where the giant squarks play hide-
seek.
Off to space to touch the moon,
We will all be back by noon!
Learning science, having fun,
Buckle up for everyone.
He packed his snacks with reckless cheer,
three pine-cones gone before first gear;
he zoomed uphill without a care~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
He stopped to pose by every pine,
claimed each tall peak as “truly mine,”
took selfies with his windswept hair~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
He chased a goat up rocky ground,
then waved at hikers all around;
the switchbacks spun him everywhere~
this squirrel’s bound for mountain air.
And when he reached the summit’s crest,
he puffed his chest and squeaked, “I’m blessed!”
then glided down with style to spare~
red cardinal landed in my hair
he got his feet tangled up in there
a beautician had to cut him out
upon his escape he hopped about
We have some wood ticks in there too she said
this embarrassed me, my face turned red
Do you want me to cut those varmints out too?
Yes, I agreed. Please do, please do!
I warned him a hundred times
I just can't take it anymore
I cry both day and night
Today's the day it's got to stop
I've got my one-way ticket out of here
I'm boarding a train that's westward bound
Don't know where I'll land and I don't care
I've got miles to go to hatch my plan
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A driving trip to someplace new,
Complete with water views,
Made my birthday very special,
Just the weekend I would choose.
Included was a mansion tour,
A river walk and meal
At a lovely local place, which had
A cozy, warm appeal.
Of course, throughout the day were lots
Of texts and calls for me,
Plus an ice cream stop to make the time
As happy as could be.
The weather held, the sun came out,
Our room, adjacent to
A marina, with its bobbing boats -
All better than we knew.
Today we drove past wineries
And farms with cows and sheep,
Enough to fill my dreams
When, one year older, I will sleep.
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