RANDOM CREATIVITY.
an
amative
cadenced
conceptual
capella
a
radical
mechanist
memento
to
savour
stimulated
&
serviceable
with
substantive
silken
symmetry
in
tense
text
touchingly
torn
,twilled,
undeservingly
unaware
&
vanquished
by
wantonness
adversity can be calmly detested
but you are unaware .
the debilitating comrade hamster
of unsweet transitorily wantonness
drenched in fanged firing
is motivated by your silken salvation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
Who goes on his way
As glad unto sad
Has met you halfway
World, acceptably.
Not summer's nor winter's
But autumn's child; he.
That would explain it!
Through quick shifts of mood
Pushed this wantonness
To flinging things about
Was, intoning a squall
Heard. The year throughout!
Within the ancient tent of meeting shade
A woman stands where vows are made
The barley offering, silent, coarse, and dry
Is placed before the priest and searching eye
Her tresses loosed, she lifts a trembling hand
To swear she wasn’t with another man
The oath is written, then dissolved away
In bitter waters, a curse or hope’s mainstay
The waters heal and bless if innocent
If not, she bears the pain and embarrassment
In jealous ages, where doubt and faith collide
Her wantonness lingers if she has lied
From ancient scrolls and whispered fears
Sotah’s tale persists throughout the years
A ritual etched in Jewish writings and art
Recording the proceedings of justice, faith, and heart
P.S. If we draw on the Incarnadine Strain
We will not be drowned in the flood, but be blessed by rain
If you can but see,
the height of desperation
where death is deemed more desirable
than the pitiable plights of
the people of Palestine.
Why no one in this momentous time
call out the names of the killers?
The wantonness of the world
The inhumanity of man
The gullibility of gods
The irrationality of religions
The impotency of prayers
The prostitution of justice;.
O the children of Palestine,
You are haunted
by the ghosts from your future
writing it in blood,
Where does one go to seek
the salve for the suffering souls?
First I had faith
but had no god,
and when I found god
I lost my faith!
Here I'm on retirement without you
With the blue canvas of memory
Out of the scene
Crystal raindrops shouting
in the sharp dawn
No Kohinoor of the London Tower is precious
No Gold of Nevada is attractive
But the wedding ring from the footpath hawker
I offered- Here now
I'm a shattered wantonness without you
Dividing absorbent you are in my heart
Nothing else except a fertile harvester
A pen or some dumb words
The seeds on the roots are drawing
a stagnant river or a fission algae
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
In rare gustation dine we here tonight!
For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight!
And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer:
Let all that’s sober end before the year!
Let music, wine and wantonness prevail!
Let revelry erase the dry and stale!
And light your mortal youth that burns so strong,
For I, the God of Wine, who’s lived too long.
And when my followers stand - or rather, sprawl -
Across the landscape, shall the dreary fall!
And when my wine the final frown shall lift,
Then sprawled amidst the rest, I’ll share the gift!
Let wine make us wise, and feasting for all!
Till morning shall rise, or each of us fall!
Evil sobriety! It shall not last the night!
For I have found munitions, ample for the fight!
The vine divine, from whence the grapes of wine!
I tend its thirsts, and it doth water mine!
The beasties of the Earth and air,
I do invite to be my fare!
Only on full moon does my essence
find release,
When the blaze of moments infects
my hunger for raw wantonness...
Gulls skitter on coastlines
and reel overhead
Their croons heralding night's ebullience,
Until my limbs twirl unceasingly
For an endless tempo
of wild bohemian dance.
Living in the Now,
my body- soul races free
Like chants of untamed prayer
welcoming eve's thrill almost sublime.
Your eyes a dark archipelago
Mysterious then exotic drifting across
my shore;
I perceive their warmth inviting
While those lips blow a tangy flavour-
Irresistible, poised to reach for a kiss
Brewed by the kiln of summer’s
ember…
Carefully, my logic examines the
prospects
Between reason and wantonness,
As the fluid air spins amorously
And the evening grows too blind,
naked--
The waves within my navel dilate,
fluid as current's unknown motion...
I forget what happens next except, I
was
Drunk with the body- rhythm of something
untenably spontaneous;
Coasting on a body outside a bend
ebbing flowing through a belly and
tendon
Of a conniving sea.
September 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 18-20
Key Verse – Ezekiel 18:32 For I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord GOD: wherefore turn yourselves, and live ye.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR LETTING US TURN UNTO HIM
Praise be to God for letting us return unto Him to:
Walk with Him by His wisdom
Work for Him through His Word
Worship Him along His watchfulness
Wait for Him willingly against worldly wants
Win against wavering, wantonness, and weariness
Ezekiel 19:1, 14 Praise be to the Lord for sending us
revival midst lamentation with His:
Love that lessens and lightens our load
Leadership for us as on Him we lean
Lifting-up while living by His liberty
Learnings with His life-lessons
Light in our lively laughter
Ezekiel 20:12 Praise be to the Saviour for sanctifying us:
Accomplishing His acts against our abominations
Asserting His authority above our arrogance
Affirming His attributes to our adoration
Approving our accountable attitude
Accepting our assured authenticity. Amen!
September 3, 2024
You gripped my hips, not my heart
you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss
and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets
alone.
you wove a wrathful web of wantonness, slid your sin down my throat
and left me with a searing thirst,
emptiness.
you filled me, lathered me with bliss, coated me in a sheer veil
of yearning for boundless carnality,
Salacious.
And now I’ll never find soothe again.
Written: October 25, 2023, For Craig Cornish Contest
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The world is wailing with wantonness
every time feelings and fists collide
crooning in the midst of the earthquake
akin to lamenting the demise of love
Watch as the world catches fire
screams will resound across the ether
an eternal chorus of shrieking, life is dead
All I view are fiery banners stop signs, and rage
In the quest for a break, shoes are static.
We bore witness to the disasters
the dreadful symptoms of spiritual demise
as in the empire of the Egyptian pharaohs
We elevate our sights instead of trusting
sensing a basis for praise toward God
some steel their souls to truth, omitting the warning signs.
Stop signs create a dilemma
Someone's whistle is blaring
shaped to ponder on the best action film
the scene where the hero tragically dies.
Unlocking the vault
invested with pain
Its riches long stolen
all value is stained
Each bill tells a story
of wantonness greed
With truth sold for dollars
whose printing now bleeds
Locked up in a winter
of coldness and fear
A traitorous fortune
of all you hold dear
Its smell tells a story
the mold growing thick
Corruption inherent
the air makes you sick
Bereft you can’t spend
what you coveted so
Before the interment
when sinking so low
The cash becomes toxic
it falls from your hands
Its value infected
—insolvent and damned
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Chocolate
And warm too
Is how you
reach inside me
With your mystery
Swimming in
passion for your
role as my
nighttime hero.
Gazing into
my wantonness
I cannot breathe
Dark, tall
rough and soft
My fantasy.
When wantonness elopes the green
a blaze of colour occurs
stretched far into the day
The reciprecent celebrates
the elopers attention
The golden hum of bees pervades
along the meadowed stretch
as young lovers discuss
their two tired options
like pebbles along the sycamore bridle
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