your blushingly
billions cross
emptiness fluctuating
figure always
dispute again
unimaginably destruction
a courtship
craven gripping
an inadvertently
invite oiled
the sham
but bidder
animation could
tidy through
promotional jesting
taunting these
darkly doings
those scripted
will deny
our venomous
probing fare
soak that
unbrainwashed slobber
and waive
initial flaw
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
her heart’s leftover snowdrifts
all melted by May
~ no need for incantations
Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save
Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive
Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave
Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave
Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave
Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave
Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave
So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave
All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave
Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave
Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
I found every day,
Three retirees on the bay,
While going on duty of day,
good bye to me They say,
They smile with half teeth,
Peeping out from their mouth,
As they are laughing at my mirth,
Of doing work day and night,
They waive their hands to show me,
My destination, to recall me,
My real place after last knee,
There I loose my life's plea
The older I get
With each day passing by
The farther my motion is set
To the tune of what good come nigh.
The older I get
The better I strive to become;
To rise above the neglect
And to have things work in uniform.
The older I get
The deeper I became bequeathed
With the truth of how life work
And of how things became diluted.
The older I get
The clearer life to me is
Of trials,of friendship and hatred
And of people who had me dissed.
The older I get
The more responsibilities are shouldered to me
For I ought make some consent
To things expected from me.
The older I get
The more my ages aches
Keeping me a call at Bay
Of the home with the sages.
The older I get
The nearer I am to the grave
Though of the day I cannot bet
Yet it's a truth I cannot waive .
"The worst feeling is to be ignored once, then twice,
then again and again by someone you consider precious."
by Betsy Kenton
Life's bittersweet lessons have taught me well
that on the ones we love most, we should dwell.
Not chained or tethered as a master to his slave.
Love, given freely will not yield reason to grieve,
but if neglected, a broken heart will perceive
the bond's been broken and passion it will waive.
Do not express your tender words of devotion
and later tell me you were wrought with emotion.
I'd rather not have known the taste of your lips
if now you ignore me with indifference and neglect.
I'd walk away from you if treated with disrespect,
if what you once felt is in the state of total eclipse.
Love can bring tears of sadness or joy to one's eyes.
To be slighted or snubbed can lead to ardor's demise,
but to be cherished in love's embrace fulfills the need
of nurturing each other as dew sates a flower's thirst.
Being slighted by someone you hold dear is the worst
feeling when the roots wither after planting love's seed.
I was at this here shindig just the other night
was all duded up and was feeling all right
When this fancy fella saunters over my way
it 'peers to me like he might have something to say
Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band
I guess he figured it out that I worked the land
He tips his wine glass with his pinky sticking out
then begins telling me just what ranching's about
He'd bought up thousands of acres of this cheap land
that used to belong to some worthless Indians
If I wanted real money, I'd be pumping oil
or dig gold, coal or silver from under the soil
He said man it's easy just to get down to it
bring in these machines and rip the prairie to
Waive a little cash and them congressmen aught to
just follow you around like cattle to slaughter
I says hold on there, I'm not sure you understand
so just let me show you what I think of your plan
Us rancher, we have pride in caring for the land
and I introduced him to the back of my hand
I'm sure they won't ask me to any more soirees
none of them snooty people talk to me these days
Because as I walked out I toasted them you see
with a finger sticking out but not my pinky
Today is Pretzel Day – hooray!
So when it’s time for snacks,
Indulge in salty twists or sticks
To help your mood relax.
Or maybe try some pretzel rods
Or ones with honey wheat
Or peanut butter stuffed inside,
A high caloric treat.
You might opt for the soft-baked type
With sprinkled salt or seeds.
A squirt of mustard on the top’s
All anybody needs.
Though chips or popcorn top my list
When salty snacks I crave,
Today, because it’s Pretzel Day,
My preferences I’ll waive.
Every moment is fleeting fast
The present will soon become past
God has gifted this time to man
To live and use for a short span
Our clock slowly ticking away
Minutes and seconds not to stay
What's done for God is eternal
Infinite gift in life's journal
Each page but a moment in time
As we draw nearer to sublime
for as the sea, time's waves are vast
quickly moving, eroding past
We can't save time, nor we it save
Our mighty ego we will waive
When our purpose we have fulfilled
Time will recede, at last be stilled.
April 6, 2023
for "Collab With Jo poetry contest"
by Joanna Daniel
What a time to be alive
Though no one foresee the future
But we've all got to fight for our life(expletive )
Dear, be thankful at this juncture
With the past struggles of violence that slaps
Let it turns a bit triggering for you to learn everything you need to live well
Life is our teacher; good students stand to breaking boundaries
For joy man, your future will tell
No one taught us how to be a man
It is all conditioning
The rains are here so, don't dress that skinny
Where will your favorite place be to catch fun?
My gracious lord, count not on his faithfulness to rebel against evil authorities over him
He has all days been of will to your church
The alter boy have your alter dressed with his hands touch
Let not their contents waive off him your love claim
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Trade all your heaves for crown
The lord has been so gracious
Enough a great deal to be joyous
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Born in a great town
A people of great birth
Where will the flowers spring if God took away the earth?
Happy birthday Providence. Live to fulfill destiny
A new king over Egypt then arose,
Joseph's esteem, no longer of record.
He said, "Behold, Israel has grown large;
They are too numerous to be ignored."
"Come now, we need to deal shrewdly with this,
Lest they increase, with our enemies band,
Before war breaks out, and we are out-manned,
Fight against us and escape from the land."
Therefore, they set taskmasters over them:
Heavy burdens were laid on their shoulders,
Forced to build stores in Pithom and Raamses,
Heavily burdened by the king's soldiers.
Oppression did not have desired effect;
The opposite, in fact, a thing quite odd:
It seems the more the king pressed down on them,
The more they multiplied and spread abroad.
And so all Egypt lived in dread of them;
Their ruthlessness 'gainst Israel increased.
As slaves, they made their lives bitter and hard;
The mortar, brick, and field work never ceased.
The king, in this, did not relinquish, waive,
And thus did Israel become a slave.
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(from Exodus 1)
While fighters ought to be gracious and calm, feeling fury is a sign of weakness. ( By author )
When everything droops in your wake
Your stance was hollow; it was fake
Your path is fair yet worth the wait
That's where you should wander your fate
I'd cop through a scene of wanton
Key strewn bits are struck by motion
Turn over sadly; roots are hay
I'm vowing my last breath away.
My heart calls for few gouge scorner
Truth spoiled on the side of corner
I am quite keen to accomplish
Fight failed, but never the skirmish
Dread sweeps the sight, and the mind stray
Smile on the lips once sorrows spray
Nose-binds to trust, waive stink disdain
Heart falls with each sight; calm remains.
Uproar warmly greeted my stride
When the grind of routine subside.
The pulse dashed at the sight I view
And heart was thumping in my chew
I breathed to calm my helpless feet
"Stay calm and grow on," to my greet
From inside, mind is home to loads
It's wicked snide skimpy and goads.
Written: January 12, 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Somethings are better left untold
Somethings are better if you let go
Sometimes, you forget your identity
And the oceans will bring a nobody
Just a wave, to please everybody
A wind, rush of emotions, you waive anyway
The sun will surely smile today
To you who wished upon a star
We'll break up the unhappy club
Seek better days to find "us"
Never, what we became momentarily
So take your time...
Tidal Waive
I woke up at the bottom of a wave.
At least, I think I was awake.
You collapsed upon me
and ground sand into concussed
memory.
My eyes opened, but my breath, in terror, was taken.
Rolled into a ball on the dark beach,
I am afraid.
I must...must stay awake.
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