delve and curb or puff always she the ballerina howells in hippie warfare
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
the bombsight is for warfare not bowling but we are squalidly in .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Drone Warfare
Bring an end to winter. To these lethal strikes.
Drones and bombing foggy days over Kyiv.
The bombs are still being heard around the clock,
Non-stop. Shadow on the radar.
Haunting symbols, leaving lingering trauma
and invisible wounds.
So (Sow) maty (Mother) zhyto (Rey).
Their weeping mothers.
“I’m sorry for your loss”.
For your loss, it has come at a devastating cost.
There is still a blue road. Fire won't destroy everything.
The drowned remain ours, to be treated as
collateral damage or unspoken beyond a humanitarian
crisis; slowly moving toward the blur.
Trying to articulate silence.
While battlefields are increasingly being used by
Drones, known as gray zones.
Watching as this subnormal unfolds.
To think while walking among the shambles
Those cemetery walls.
Satellite breaching the sacred with pierced intent.
There will be a resurgence from a sobering reality.
What endurance can teach us all.
Not falling victim to a dictator's aggression defies.
As a phoenix rises, we reclaim the nation.
What big smile you have Grandmother.
The better to fool you with my dear.
Big smiles, big hair, breasts and heels
All designed to suck you in.
Hook us good then reel us in
For their Catch of the Day
Served up fresh battered and fried with chips.
And still the distant voices echo,
“Kill ugly radio”, “Kill your television”
To the plugged-in masses
Sharing their memes,
Endlessly scrolling their lives away.
What big teeth you have Grandmother.
Yes, but don’t you worry my child,
They only look so big
Because you are so close.
(3/8/26)
Contentions,
trespassing frontiers,
trading feuds,
naval wars:
a social rift devised by
Davy Jones locker.
By an old castle on a hill
the birds go flying, flying, flying
through the windows of yesterday
Water falls with gentle gowns
pouring into a placid lake
emerald reflections "your eyes"
Pine trees arch towards the light
collecting particles of
who we used to be, " You And I "
Deep calm melodies
the heart remembers
love before the warfare !
Rise for there is a stirring and a calling in the air
Feeling Divinely touched in a moment real and rare
Flooding holiness making every heart and soul aware
Proclaiming to all that this is an answer to prayer
Rise for the Spirit is declaring it is time to wake
Slumbering no more for the battlefield is ours to take
Anointing poured out so thick every soul quivers and quakes
Rallying we march out for the enemy’s camp to break
Rise for Jesus the Christ is standing at the right hand throne
Singing fills the air in a powerfully joyful tone
Forcing the foes to flee as the banner of love is flown
Pushing ever forward for to us victory is known
Rise for God the father is calling to take it all back
Rescuing from the pit those whose heart and soul have turned black
Restoring all whose faith have fallen to despair and lack
Establishing his kingdom as the final great love act
God whispered and I heard his voice calling to love him more
Promising to make time after completing all my chores
Intending to obey life pulling with violent roar
Losing slowly unaware of falling in this soul war
God whispered and I thought I heard his voice calling to me
Planning family work and life as time happens to flee
Vowing to fit God in when things slow down and I am free
Sliding away as for my soul God continues to plea
God whispered and I faintly felt like I had heard a sound
Racing faster and gaining less and less on life’s playground
Achieving hollow victories as starts another round
Feeling only broken and beaten and completely bound
God whispered and sadly I didn’t even notice at all
Working so hard to build life only to have missed it all
Crowding time with worldly things and goals had been the downfall
Crying from an empty soul finally to God I call
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Battle For Your Mind
We live in a time of upheaval and change,
Challenge and war,
But the biggest battle
Is what some call “jihad”
An internal struggle of light and dark
As a soul makes their way along the path.
But along with the esoteric jihad
There is the exoteric,
External struggle for your soul,
And battle for your mind,
A battle between the Death-eaters
And the Life-givers.
In this battle of temptation desertion is always an option,
And as many times as we may vacillate
What matters most is where we finally settle,
And in an infinite universe on a timeline of eternity,
As Led Zeppelin said,
You can always change the road you’re on.
But once we know how it will end
Then the momentary ups and downs
Cannot confuse and distract us.
This is the Path of Seeing
The path of no return, the warrior path
In the battle for your mind.
(9/16/25)
When trust is broken
Feelings start fading
In love you become lazy or crazy
Can't confide in each other
A place of peace, calm or serenity
Now a battlefield, steadily pouring out aggression on each other.
Two hearts that caress and defend each other
Start bruising or humiliating each other
As they wrestle
The children watch, then start screaming
Don't forget it's a programming
Scrambling their imagination
Thinking marriage is a warfare not a welfare.
Domestic Violence
A stigma, a mind disrupter
That needs time and love
To eliminate the trauma it caused
Many more to say, but when words are too much;
It becomes void, say no to domestic violence!!!
There is not always rain
Along with the thunder
There is not always bite
Along with the bark
There is not always oxygen
When we go under
Not always a devil
Along with the dark
But we can always count on,
Along with the sorrow,
Laughter and joy joining this life
We can always count on,
Along with the blood shed,
Somewhere, a sharp wicked knife
We can always count on
These weapons of warfare
Harmless until held in our hands
We can always count on
Having our fair share
The wicked intent of mortal man
There will be a rainbow
Along with the thunder
Along with the lightning
The still waters of night
There will be such beauty
After all blows asunder
Along with the blindness
A great, glorious sight
What great menace pulls us to destruction
What warmonger! What hatred loving beast!
Who savages the innocence of children
The miracle of flowers and serenity of peace
Earth’s wonders plummet down in fatal vortex
In power of Atoms mortals misconstrued
Unleashed at last Pandora’s final power
Predictable Apocalypse imbued
If let die - this Earth - this living opal
This quondam living opal, if extinct
Will Infinity create again this miracle?
Infinity this span cannot repeat.
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
Do believe the truth we tell you
Don't believe your lying eyes
Say the mocking birds now calling
Filling these dark gaslit skies
While the children all around us
Reaching up with open arms
Wonder if we’ll protect them or
Leave them to a world that harms
As this force of darkest evil
Winks within us as we sleep
Leading our minds into chaos
Dawn will free us from the deep
(11/3/24)
They invaded the neighbouring town by night,
Stripped it of its serenity before daylight,
They had been to the town before,
No one knew they would come for more.
We geared up,
We’d walk to the top,
We were ready to take the battle to their territory,
Disarm them like missiles on a trajectory.
At nightfall, we threw stones and sent our cattle,
There was a stampede and a rattle,
Our enemies were dazed,
They were confused.
They were in a hopeless realm,
We conquered them,
Peace came to our territory,
This event went down in history.
April 20, 2024.
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