can unvalued birthright animalize careless communications
indwelling deflective dejection again
mistaking recency with indelicate internment
she is psychoanalytic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
always abatable from
anyplace but tuscaloosa
cockamamy downstream bunny
descriptive complain brewing
mistaking birthright crisis
meaningfully turmoil tryst
unvalued unpasteurized ureteritis
stewing vaticinate dejection
deflective firm folklore
through gynecologist communications
episodic honeydew gnaw
a crisply blunted
cheeseboard doorstopper looping
merry as can
be for evermore
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
I vaticinate through cypress
prognosticator of folklore
brewing indwelling woodcraft
dasyure and platypus
our unvalued birthright
gnaw at cassiterite
sunburn on cycadophyta
an acherontic turmoil
you , ceres
lent nonlexical rhyme
reform this crisis !
always
evermore
peaceably
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Music is my source of escape,
For when the night pours its sadness on me.
My heart resides in that place,
For when my thoughts starts bullying me.
Lent everyone my ear but never my secrets
When the world isn't here, there's no one to see it.
They think they know me but they are gullible,
To be deceived but I'm often quiet.
I'm stingy with my heart, she's in captivity,
At the watching hour, I gaze regrettably.
She wants to love but is unvalued,
For this cruel world, ingratiates to her.
Scheming of ways to keep her here,
Because I've learnt that no one really cares.
I see your dark plight
Fridge, imprison, unvalued,
Softly killing you.
Life gives us no clue about our purpose
In its midst, it gives us no answers
Forcing us all to tune our vibe to its focus,
Easily lying to ourselves, as if we were bluffers
Somehow trying to believe in it being our
Master, having us always knelt down
Yearning for some luck at every hour
So that we do rub off our faces, that frown,
That same which is always there, as if tattooed
Ever ready to shed upon us downpours of calamities
Ringing always with the bells of death, so unvalued
In essence yet, bearing with life, so many similarities
Especially there where it pertains to the veil
Shielding from us the ability to understand where we hail!
Written on 26th Dec 2020
I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited
Admittance or forced proximity
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
It's OK
that you don't have much to say
Your words are kept on paper
For your eyes to savor
It doesn't matter that your best friends
Are Agatha Christie and Emily Dickinson
It's alright that the phone doesn't ring
With silly chatter over pointless things
Don't be concerned with the prom princess
With perfect skin who looks flawless
You are not one of the sheep that blends in
You are more alive in your own skin
Of books, and writing, and libraries
They can keep their ugly judgments and drunk parties
You don't need doctors and therapy
Because you prefer anonymity
To toxic high school hypocrisy
You put yourself before contests
To see which boy likes which girl the best
You like yourself for who you are
Proud to be unpopular
Proud of your poetry, proud of your rhymes
Your unvalued hobby, your peculiar pastime
You like reading the thesaurus for fun!
Never apologize, never be done
You know
your old soul
Don't fall into the female curse
Of self-sacrifice, always love yourself, first.
7/17/18
You have been disabled,
pulverized, smashed, splintered,
and fragmentalized.
You have been broken.
You think that you are weak,
unvalued; your feeble and
fragile state of mind has you
feeling so dejected.
Discouraged and crestfallen,
you cry to the stars for strength.
Darling, who told you
that being broken was a bad thing?
Your strength never left you, only faltered
in this struggle. Your bones are
steel and your heart golden; mending
yourself will take time, but you're worth it.
When you learn just how
significant you are in this world,
you will learn that the most
fractured people are the most radiant.
We can never trust
Doomed to live in fear
To heaven we can’t thrust
Condemned to fire
To hell’s gates
Our souls sink
Hearts fail to bate
With the grace of a hawk
We’re nothings
Unvalued by God
Physical beings
Incapable of Good
We’re mere mortals
Just human beings
Far from angels
Without wings
I am not a slave or stupid,
Being smart and shrewd,
Just in front of you,
Become so crazy and teenage rude…
Running away – doesn’t save,
If only showing one’s true self; but again
Under the mask of indifference,
I still pretend playing the game..
And as if accidentally throwing - hey…
Still wonder if there is an end to this unvalued
Cat-and-mouse game?
Fell in love wit him? - ei, in any case,
But all the cosmic space is sleeping in his gaze.
Unfortunately Twisted
Woe to those who call evil, good
And good, they call "evil"
Twisted Justice, have misunderstood
The Ten Commandments at will.
Woe to those who defend the wicked
Who present lies as truth sworn
Before the Word of God unvalued, said
Reap eternal judgment and scorn.
Such waste of excellent education!
Such mockery of their fellowmen's rights!
Injustice is hailed as good, that's Deception-
Hollow's the heart and corrupted the sight!
Truth can be twisted unfortunately
Lawyers and judges can be blind;
Victims can be made out to be "guilty"
But in the end, God deals with their kind.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~02.08.14
When the sky opened wide
God gave me a special gift
He gave me something unvalued
With the sky, with the earth
Or even our own selves
Gold & pearls wouldn’t pay this
Treasure &hunting aint compared
God gave me something to live
Something which will never be payed by money
She‘s the world when she smiles
She owns the earth when she laughs
Her eyes are diamonds
Her love is the sky
Getting her sad will cause the world to lose its sense
Making her cry kills all humanity
God don’t keep this gift away from me
Because…….
You’re the one that makes her live!!!
Smile, gently.
Calm for pain.
You'll be the bane of my existence.
So for..
At the instance, you pleased.
Impressed, I am, 'till now.
For hours, I pend, stuck on thought.
Tending to hurt..
Ever seeking unvalued, yet deemed
A wishful, dream.
This is a lie of infection,
Ever hungry,
Ever deceitful.
Lost to cause,
Lost to me.
This is a lie of intention.
Evermore and even more,
Unto me, lasting be.
Smile, gently. Calm for pain.
You'll be the bane of my existence.
This is a lie of intention.
Ever more and even more,
Unto me, lasting be.
Deemed a wishful dream.
~Written in 2004 (Monday, 10th, November) when I was sixteen.
We flu to a brand new city
check out the life at night
Women breathing fire
signs of our mans desire
I told the girl of my dreams to wait
She stood for the feelings are mutual
stuck here in sutural
unable to move
The real tender touch of true love
How far would you travel to find
Its always at the back of his mind
sigh with love as tonight its mine .
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