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)
Emotional turmoil
Sudden surges of recoil
Bursting flames of rage
Black chunks of coal
Purged from the soul
Embers of grief and regret
279.
The Volcanic Eruption Communication Model
Volcano, the sender
Pyroclastics, the message
From the inner and under
Explodes the great rage!
Space, the medium
Sky, the receiver
Of this mad pandemonium
Towards up, up, up there!
But touched not directly
The target of utterance
And pyros echoed to thee
With unforestalled exuberance!
-11/16/2014
(Dumarao)
*interprets my formulated Communication Model
There's whispers deep in my soul
Secrets guide me through the darkest night
A hidden poetic gem shines whole
This gem calms my inner fright
There is a light dancing from my dreams
Leaving stars twinkling in my eyes
A sweet spirit within my soul beams
As the crack of dawn begins to rise
Within a poem begins to form
As hot lava bubbling
I need a chance to pen my storm
All those confused thoughts troubling
If only my whispers wouldn't leave
That molten lava in my dreams
Maybe a volcanic work I'd weave
I must write or molten lava streams
It will explode shooting into the air
Ash, steam, sulfuric acid pours
From horrible words, you I'll spare
If only I didn't have so many chores
Words both good or bad are very powerful,
bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul.
Why do family and friends hurt each other,
do they not understand what it does to the other person ~
volcanic eruption of the soul takes place.
These painful words and actions are like hot lava,
hot lava running out from ones soul.
This volcanic eruption can only be stopped with love,
or by separation.
As I stand like a mountain tall and strong,
there will be no more hot lava volcanic eruptions of the soul.
At times the soul gets clenched,
in an unspeakable grief.
In a demoniac grip,
it chokes and w r i g g l e s~
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe.
Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent,
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone,
Strains to lift up the veil that d a r k e n s the soul,
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude.
The more it struggles to wade through the mess,
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair.
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood,
the mind goes berserk~
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Anytime the volcano might erupt,
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke,
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.
The dormant volcano within the soul
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent,
reaching the magma chamber in the core.
The soul erupts the lava in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flows.
Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart,
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the deranged essence.
Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of mental restraint.
The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of conformist signals.
From the volcanic inferno of the soul
the erupted fiery lava called anger flows
in the torrents of blistering words,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazing a furrow for the reticent life.
Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts !
One transformative honest experience and we
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike
Profound changes in ones individual essence
can be an awakening of great disturbance
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable !
Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers
our souls do make choices each and every day
Both volcanoes and souls contain openings
and when the day of reckoning is near
we either choose to lay dormant or explode
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...
Pandemic warring,
Human nature’s volcanic
Lava flow of hate;
Scorching love with agony:
Her world’s peace flowing away:-
.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
Emotions brought out in forms so basiC
But evolving with flowing skills like a river of lavA
Feeling this intense heat; I am a boiling cauldroN
My personality is very intense; seen often as quasI
Perseverance is a trait; I embrace while others mimiC
Gladiatorial the battles fought; inside this arenA
Fueled I am by what constitutes; life-long fireS
As a cool down begins; I question; what did I accomplisH
Sometimes the truth is hard to hear
So let me make this chrystal clear
The anger shines bright in your eyes
The hatred that you keep inside
The temper that you try to hide
Worn only by a thin disguise
All the bile sipped from the cup
Will find its way to burn you up
The clock ticks down before you fall
Volcanoes lurking under breath
Erupting into certain death
Destroying love in one and all
With danger standing near the ledge
And looking for a little edge
To cut you deep just like a knife
Don't think you're not a victim too
The pain you share comes back to you
And you'll regret it all your life
He consulted a warlock, a wizard, a priest and a witch.
The witch finally asked “did you pick up something you shouldn’t have?”
He thought about this and remembered.
He had collected seashells, sticks, rocks, and soil from a national park.
"Kind of", he admitted.
“From Volcano National Park?” the witch asked him.
He nodded yes.
“You have to send it all back. Then your luck will change.”
He had not taken anything important, but his luck had changed.
His child had nearly succumbed from Covid-19, his wife left.
Sales were down by forty-six percent since he returned to the mainland.
He refused to do what she asked at first.
Then his mother and two uncles died.
A voice in his head said “send it back; send it back.”
When the box arrived at the post office in Hawaii they loaded it into a truck.
Heading for the beaches and the forests, to return all ninety-six boxes together.
After his items were returned to the national forest, order was restored.
His business perked up, and his wife returned home.
He decided to never pick up souvenirs again.
The witch had been spot on.
because she had done the same thing
years earlier....
Churning listless feeble foaming waves
Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive
Reflecting sunset’s waning rays.
As curly crimson clouds arrive,
Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone
Shines bright in alpenglow, alone.
Cloudy embers ease into eve,
Flushing Ferrari fires from day
As sun dips for its nightly dunk,
In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk.
Bald eagles soar for lofty nests
Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce.
As Sitka harbor lights wink on,
Ships cast lines, mooring for the night,
To wait salmon fishers at Dawns light
Boatsmen stroll the quays to cavort
In taverns nested by the port,
As stirring strings softly serenade
A music festival ode to night.
Destiny has built this mission
ending with this one decision
there will be no repetition
take the chance or be left wishing
Conquer now or collapse
once it’s gone it won’t come back
You can focus through the pain
this time you’ve a prize to gain
It won’t be for nothing now
like before when all fell down
this is not a gravel path
this is concrete set to last
set in stone volcanic foam
lava flows shape the unknown
erupting up from so far down
landing to reshape the ground
It can change the mountain face
fill in the rivers and the lakes
bring the sun to rainy days
building rainbows here to stay
Rearrange the lunar view
the sun and moon shine brighter too
let flames that reign start a new
this moment when you became you
All before this fades away
just preseason games you played
get the season underway
tell your story from this day
You’ve been in a dormant state
now to move accelerate
finally perform your fate
a destiny only you create!
There are folk, in church or non-church family
Abounding in warmth; "Hi folks!" with charm
Least expected ... On the couch, deep memory:
Kind misdeeds, intent ignored: cut on thy palm
NOTE: a pastor may counsel successful churchgoers & find unsorted anger & hurts, rumbling & smoking with volcanic ferocity. Watch for small signs: the unkindly cuts from charming people. So, talk ....talk, talk, talk. Someone will listen so that volcanoes will be natural disasters, not human. Shalom ShalOm
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