Some folks I know achieve that beautiful approach
To compliment the fables they’ve been told
They’re able to fall down the rabbit hole
Which doesn’t mean they’re sleeping on the couch
Their Wonderland is always at the service
How did they do it, I don’t have a clue
This harsh reality, is it a wonder too?
If so, it’s not the book I’d like to purchase
Each wonder has its aim, so what is mine
Has never been occurred in my mind
I’ll be so very grateful if you tell
But I am in the dark, you cannot hear
And even if you do, you are not near
No wonder pushes me down through the well..
I must wonder at such blasphemy.' That
Such a situation could even be.? A man
Named 'yeshua ben david' is fete'd and
The kensset seems to be elated, by a
Name they normaly revile.' Many claim
him mosshiah.? In these crazy whiles..'
He could well be the coming high priest.
Though' i have written of such.' Along with
The overpowering beast, a false prophet
Against whom i daily strive, to hear of his
Onset, is now really wild 'a forboding almost
Grasps at my loins.' Yet should i not be estatic ? Alive with joy ? Yes of course..For Jesus's will overturn this false
Thing, and all will learn, who is really
King and
Whom is not.' And yet many souls will be forever lost.' And so i mourn, and ask all
Please, call upon Jesus, He will answer your plea's do not delay, for times; time is
Near, turn from old dross, and to Jesus
Draw near, for no cost.)
Wonder
Arises with
The miracle of
Appearing
Separation..
are you brainwashed ? or is she sociopath ghost !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
WONDER
Like diamonds
In the night
We watch them
Bend their light
Turning
With the sky
Finally falling
Out of sight
Our obsession
With the stars
Why
So very far
While you
Lie in my arms
So very close beside
Before
There ever was a you
There ever was an I
A reason for a why
I wonder how
They shined
As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
The sun sets in soulful silence,
Its blissful beauty paints pearlescent sky,
Lovely light spreads soft its peace,
Like learned Rumi ruminating;
Poets praise sighing Sol,
The welkin wonder soothes senses ~
A cool cause to glorify God.
(Note: "learned" is counted as 2 syllables.
It's wrongly mentioned as 1 syllable in www.howmanysyllables.com)
Floating across the ridges, gentle leaf
Soaring to new heights, despite the grief
Still, soft joy providing soul’s relief
Music in all its grace, autumn’s relief
Song as bright as sunshine in each leaf
This is the moment, pouring out its grief
Across the ridges, soundless edge of grief
Quiet prayers, in His presence is relief
Trees and hills, bound by each vibrant leaf
Every leaf, despite its grief, finds relief in Fall
red balloon rising,
girl drifts through pearled blue water
carrying her dreaming light.
fish glide like soft thoughts,
stars bloom where her wonder moves,
imagination afloat.
She moves barefoot through the rain,
a small bright wanderer
with petals stitched along her hem
and more gathered in her hand,
an umbrella blooming
against the soft-falling sky.
Color drifts around her
in gentle, shimmering sheets,
as if the weather itself
has learned her palette
and paints the world
to keep her company.
Her fine hair lifts
in the hush of the rainfall,
a quiet banner of childhood
unfurling behind her
as she hurries forward,
certain of her own delight.
Nothing startles her joy~
not the wet earth,
not the wind’s cool whisper,
not the sky’s bright spill.
She walks as though the world
were made for her small wonder,
and for a moment,
it is.
Spinning around,
Jumping rope,
Something found,
Gave wonder and hope.
Homework to do,
Grades to earn,
Squabbles brew,
Moody concern.
Research to keep,
Always on the go,
Lack of sleep,
Prideful show.
Life still a mess,
Why am I fat?!
Work in progress,
More than one cat.
Rocking chair,
Sitting out front,
Knowing stare,
Memories confront.
She stands on the lamppost
as if the world below
were only a rumor,
her cabaret silks
fluttering like thoughts
she hasn’t confessed.
The moon leans down,
slow and luminous,
a face she’s loved
from too far away.
Tonight she kisses it~
not to claim it,
but to prove
that longing
can be brave.
Her umbrella hangs
like a question
she no longer needs.
Her top hat tilts
toward possibility.
And the lamppost,
that thin spine of earth,
holds her steady
as she chooses wonder
over gravity.
Some say she’s foolish.
Some say she’s dreaming.
But Pierrot knows
the hidden message:
the heart climbs
where logic won’t,
and sometimes
the impossible
is simply waiting
for someone
to touch it.
moonlight falls
silent on snow
frozen towering wild turns its face to ancient sea
the ocean, brooding, darkly gazes back
waves crash on rock
ink upon the shore
beneath the endless starry surface
a world of light and wonder
fall and float among the luminescence
down
down
the kingdom of giants wide awake
among deep time and eons
majestic sirens of the fathoms
call to their kin across the stars
Titan, Ceres, Europa, Earth
sisters, cetaceans, sing
Antarctic abyss keeps its secrets
hidden since creation
epoch after epoch
as it was in the beginning
is now
and ever shall be... until
we meet amongst the midnight
in distant days ahead
We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
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Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
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