Trust your will always;
The youthful godlike nature
Is not forgotten.
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
My incredible!
Almost edible!
Infrared and, well,
Ultraviolet!
Full of warmth and light -
Gorgeous, timeless sight
Taking mind on flight
To the never-land.
Your blonde hair swings down
On your velvet gown -
In you voices drown,
Like in concert hall.
Unbelievable!
Inconceivable!
Sun will rise and fall
On your gorgeous soul.
My enchantress, you!
Giant eyes of blue
Like a cloud that flew
Over turquoise skies
Singing melodies
Of the galaxies
Ending fallacies
And becoming wise.
Gentle like a dove,
You are queen of love -
I can't get enough
Of your tenderness!
Goddess of the sea!
How you sing to me
How I long to be
In your soft caress!
Cherry blossom, you!
All that's good and true!
Pink and white and blue
Like a carnival,
Like a rainbow, free!
How you spell-bind me!
How I long to be
In your darling soul!
In your love I'll swim
And your voice will sing
An eternal hymn -
No regret at all!
Inexorable!
Most adorable!
Uncontrollable!
Unforgettable!
I grew up listening to Unforgettable,
Nat King Cole's voice so sublime;
and it is in my mind and heart perpetual,
it was my mom's favorite of all time ~
I still love it though it is a song . . . old-time.
Immersing in child's role playing of great delight
I was Mom, nursing baby doll
Mentor, cheering stuffed monkeys
Doc, hoisting stethoscope toy
Lawyer, defending pet cats…
...Now, God's hand molds me to build lives by His grace.
Thunderstruck, stunned, dazed, my poem stoic,
third spot in a stiff monthly contest,
first ever prize, one brief lightning flash,
moment I imbibed in a giddy rush,
dream rapture, shivery spasms of bliss,
clan and tribe transported by my triumph,
as I reflect on that watershed dawn
It was many years ago, that first time,
When, under protest, I entered stage right.
I was shy, not an extrovert back then
And every single seat was occupied.
I only had one line, and I stammered.
But they laughed! And in that fleeting moment,
I knew I’d act until the day I die
Sponsor - Netta Onclaud
Wonder of Soul's Expression contest
!st January 2026
On my lawn lying supine at dawn
enjoying sunlit morn with chirping birds,
shiny dews on field and grass flowers.
Flying butterflies visit blossoms.
Everything running smooth fresh cheerfully.
Suddenly grass hopper sat on grass.
Prompt sparrow swallowed ! Morning joy broke.
We laid upon a blanket,
Beneath a ripe plum tree -
Although the park was busy,
All that mattered, was you and me.
A seed of love was breaking ground,
For all the world to see -
That moment, 'twas just us.. wild and carefree.
* "Wonder of Soul's Expression" Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on 12/28/2025
* 52 total syllables
It was just a movie scene
with stars from the silver screen,
a teacher and a lady who
gazed into the Danube River,
and to the friend then with her
would, a revealing line, deliver,
"But Flora dear, it's blue".
We settled in for the long flight home,
the loud noise got our attention.
Dinner was served with a smile,
then the captain came on.
We blew out our tires on take off,
now for an emergency landing.
One Brief Unforgettable Moment.
Olympic flame, a stolen piece of sun,
balanced in my unworthy hands,
half a mile—just long enough
to feel the weight of history
and the lightness of being chosen.
my footsteps left no mark—the fire did,
brief, bright—symbol of the fire within.
Young, like the springtime sprouts
Edging toward the moment, softest hues
His eyes brilliant blue, without any doubts
My hands tremble and the stars were my muse
fingers on my cheek, tracing shaky routes
All I could think, how his touch could confuse
Can’t forget that moment - it still shouts!
i brought you home on a summer night
so small and warm, a fuzzy light
you ran through rooms without a care
your tiny paws were everywhere
you got chubbier, full of play
pouncing on toys throughout the day
you’d bite my hand, then curl in tight
and sleep beside me every night
you stopped eating but stayed by me
still followed softly faithfully
you looked at me like i was home
and laid beside me not alone
i didn’t see you slip away
my mom just told me yesterday
i searched the spots you used to hide
and sat there once or twice and cried
it’s quiet now where you would be
no tiny steps to come find me
your little life went by so fast
but you’re the kind that always lasts
his spirit dances all around
in every soft and gentle sound
a light that shines beyond the gloom
even in silence, his presence filled the room
We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
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