Yesterday during our meeting
I was freeing my soul from the chains of the night
I was teaching its eyelashes
How to look at you
Look at it, see it flowing between us
Would you call it a wave?
Would you call it a rose? Take it
Crumble it on your lips
The last faint glimmers of yesterday fade
The flooding eve carries dark the remains
And pour upon the page of the great annal-book,
Open layed
The day's discoveries
Losses and victories
And the stark realities man tries evade
To only be to be faced some further day—
Scribed on some further page
Like memories regaled in our old age
That prick truth strange
Friends and enemies interchange
Love spreads wide its wings
Comforting
As we look on fragile things
Dreams and hearts shattered along the way
That seem now where the bitter walks of destiny
Trailing to an end befitting a life story
None may know, but me.
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind
I still believed in yesterday
Yesterday I had an easy life
And I had my dreams filled
With tears
Yesterday I was emotional
Today is not such a good day
The sky is grey
And it is foggy out there
It makes harder for drivers
To see
I am glad I don't have to
Drive
Anywhere today
Because it is boxing day
I am glad to stay home
I have a little life to live
That I am living every day
That my Father gave to me
A long time a go
My Father created me
With his holy hands
Also my Father gave me today
Some new clothes to wear
That he bought at the second hand store
I Iove second hand clothes
They are my style of clothes
I am not rich in money
Who cares
I have very little money to live
My friends care about me
I am glad they do
Also they are poor like me
We are very religious
Thanks god
And we are always praying
To God
Every night before going to
Bed
For a few hours
Now is time for all of us to
Go to sleep
Because now is getting very late
Tomorrow will be another day
I will go back to work for my god
Writing some poems
Artificial Ignorance has finally come of age
Proving once again the age-old adage
“Garbage in, garbage out.”
What more could we possibly expect
When we program it to mine
The collective data of mankind?
When has the average view
Let alone consensus
Ever been right?
(8/14/26)
YUMI looks and taste good
EXCITEMENT can easily be deceptive
SAVORY is always very tasty
TIME -changes must be respected
EVERY soft feel is not a good touch
RHYME and reason may not be rational
DETOURS often prevent accidents
ALL that start well doesn't always end well
YESTERDAY was then; this is now
Contest: 1493
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poem written and posted on 080126
The first 3 letter of 'Yesterday' spell 'Yes'.
But beware and be wise about saying 'Yes'
To your yesterdays. Many of them could
Be very dangerous to your 'Today'.
The idea of such can be very appealing,
But it can also be most deceptive and
Leave one with the need for much healing.
Experience often teaches us to chart our
Yesterdays as we would a minefield. One
Unwise or inadvertant move could be
Explosive and destructive.
So, let us beware, be wise, be prayerful,
and handle our yesterdays with care.
I listened to love for years, still feeling the pain.
Pulling back the cover, crying out in vain.
Silenced, I feel the pressure on my heart.
The truth belongs to yesterday, I didn’t feel it start.
gnarled cecropia
I am in the aural duct
always gone again
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
I caught a glimpse of
an old dust covered picture
where did time go?
a little shy boy-
now a handsome young man
finding himself
Wispy lines and gentle corners
a trail of haziness over my shoulder ~
kindness and forgiveness leave their residue
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I saw you again today.
On your way to a train stop somewhere on my route home.
Just like how I saw you yesterday, actually.
About two roads down,
you passed by me while I was driving around just to roam.
I saw your face as I sat to eat with my darling partner.
You would love to meet them.
I see you a lot recently, actually,
It's an epidemic the way I see you but never say hey.
But I always found it odd.
How you cut contact with the world and moved down to the same routes I take now.
Your last words to me were something like —
“Im sorry you won’t ever see my face again.”
And sent me a selfie.
A cruel cosmic joke told by the best comedian I knew.
They say when your friend commits suicide, they’ll stay in your life forever.
I always called it stupid,
They won’t be there forever, they died and you never saw them in person.
But I saw you today.
On a bus ride to nowhere.
You turned to look at me and I could almost swear…
You smiled.
Occasionally, I hear the whispers of yesterday
and my heart yearns for when my children
were small and I was younger
but there is a layer of wisdom that you
earn in your older years that helps your heart
to understand that things are different now,
but yearning will happen
I yearn for my son in heaven and my parents
and many other friends and family that are there
I yearn for physical and emotional closeness
with my other son and pray and seek to close
the distance between us
I relish the creativity of being able to put my
thoughts and emotions into words that I have
recently discovered and the ability to be creative
artistically without stressing over what it looks like
I love the closeness that I have developed with
my creator, through the trials that I have faced
I understand more about the world as a whole and
the people in it, than I did when I was younger
I cherish the wisdom I have gained and pray that
will continue to build
But, I still hear the whispers of yesterday and
I yearn.......................
To the ones who didn’t make it past yesterday,
we remember you.
Not for the way your story ended,
but for every quiet moment
you tried to stay.
You carried storms
no one else could see.
You fought battles
that never made a sound.
And even on the days
you felt invisible,
your life touched more than you knew.
We speak your name
with softness,
with honour,
with the kind of love
that doesn’t fade just because you’re gone.
And to the ones still here,
reading this,
breathing through another hard morning,
your story isn’t finished.
Your light is still needed.
Your voice still matters.
Your tomorrow is worth reaching for.
May we live in a way
that remembers them,
and protects you.
May we choose compassion
before judgement,
connection before silence,
hope before the dark.
For the ones who didn’t make it past yesterday,
we carry you.
For the ones who did,
we’re glad you’re here.
I remember tomorrow like it was yesterday
the less you speak the more you say
Turn on the lights to sleep in the day
if time is forever why does it fade.
The more I get the less I got
the less i see the more I sought
Things clearly remember best forgot
Tabasco sauce in the winter is still hot.
Being to confident can be a bore
being unsure is boring even more
Witty conversation leads to snores
enter through a window run out the door.
yesterday is gone
today we learn, gain knowledge
tomorrow we live
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