It's the 2026 Poem-a-Week Challenge (This is a *poems only* thread.)

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I tell her I'm aging out of this
This relationship
This experiment.
I'm growing, evolving
Solving the problems that haunted me
These troubles no longer consume my mind
My time reclaimed

She says I haven't caught up
Yet
Hopeful
That I can be the man she sees
When she looks anywhere
Everywhere
At everyone
But me

What she misses
-Is that differences,
Not experiences,
Defines 'us'
-Is that I am here
And she is not--
Not 'not yet'
As I always am to her
Just not
As she always has been to me

What she tells me
Is that we are in the same place
More or less
So long as I change.
I think we are in the same place
That we were
And we should go our separate ways
Again
Just this time
Not together

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Lunch

Beef stew simmers,
rich and full,
like bodies entwined,
flavors melding,
heat rising.

Each stir, a soft caress,
chunks of meat tender,
yet firm,
like whispers in the dark,
slow, deliberate.

Aromatic spices dance,
teasing the senses
as lips meet,
warmth enveloping,
lost in the moment.

The first bite,
a burst of warmth,
like skin against skin,
satisfaction echoing,
a craving met.

In the end,
both leave you
full,
content;
yearning for more.
 
I wept for her

A warm summer day
Mid afternoon
Ready to play
Undressed in her room

I caresed her
As she kissed my lips
Her breasts full and firm
Her hands on my hips

Her bush soft and thick
Her scent was divine
I gave her a lick

In a sweet sixty nine

I spread my legs
Her teeth tugged my fur
She made me beg
And I wept for her
 
Castrated Future

Space Marines
Radchaai ancillaries
Jedi knights, Asimov’s androids
All of them -- ballless she-males.
Who needs sex
When taking it up the arse in on the table?
Imagine the damage I’d do
If only I could get there.
Castrated Future
Inspires me to Tanka now
Leckie reference
Ancillaries orgasm
Simultaneous climax
 
Watch me spill my rhyme
So juicy it's a crime
I am dressed so minimal
Naked rhyming criminal

My soul gushes verse
Like I cum, but so much worse
Rhyme in fits and squirts
Down your cock my meter spurts

Your passion makes me flow
Rhyming nectar from below
Lowering the boom
Feel the heat inside my womb

Oh you need me
Seed me breed me
My screams fill the air
Rhyming as you fuck me bare
 
Protesting Vanilla Terrorism

Married. An empty nester,
Jenny always locks her door
when she leaves home. Today,
Jenny wants to be appreciated.

Wanted, needed, Jenny
marches main street
the correct way.
She goes down not up.

Jenny cares deeply about rules
there is clarity under her dress being
below her knees,
her ankles wrap around my neck.

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Say Their Names

A layered invocation

I. Those whose deaths are documented

Say Andrea Circle Bear
— complications after childbirth while shackled
— federal immigration detention

Say Jakelin Caal Maquin
— dehydration and shock after apprehension
— Border Patrol custody, ICE transfer

Say Felipe Alonzo-Gómez
— influenza untreated
— Border Patrol custody, ICE transfer

Say Claudia Patricia Gómez González
— gunshot wounds
— Border Patrol

Say Yazmin Juarez
— respiratory infection after detention
— ICE

Say Mariee Juarez
— respiratory infection after detention
— ICE

Say Carlos Gregorio Hernández Vásquez
— influenza, medical neglect
— ICE

Say Roxana Hernández
— dehydration, complications after abuse and denied care
— ICE

Say Wilmer Josué Ramírez Vásquez
— pneumonia after release
— ICE

These are the names the state admits to
after the fact.


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II. The escalation year

Say Genry Donaldo Ruiz-Guillen
— chest pain, delayed response
— ICE

Say Serawit Gezahegn Dejene
— medical emergency in custody
— ICE

Say Maksym Chernyak
— death in detention
— ICE

Say Juan Alexis Tineo-Martinez
— medical event in custody
— ICE

Say Brayan Rayo-Garzon
— death following transfer
— ICE

Say Marie Ange Blaise
— chest pain, collapse
— ICE

Say Abelardo Avelleneda-Delgado
— medical emergency
— ICE

Say Jesus Molina-Veya
— medical event
— ICE

Say Johnny Noviello
— collapse in federal detention
— ICE

Say Isidro Perez
— death in custody
— ICE

Say Tien Xuan Phan
— medical emergency
— ICE

Say Chaofeng Ge
— reported medical neglect
— ICE

Say Lorenzo Antonio Batrez Vargas
— death in custody
— ICE

Say Oscar Rascon Duarte
— death in custody
— ICE

Say Ismael Ayala-Uribe
— death in custody
— ICE

This is where the list stops breathing.
This is where the interval shortens.
This is where routine becomes lethal frequency.


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III. Those still under investigation

(say their names anyway)

Say Geraldo Lunas Campos
— cause disputed
— death during restraint
— ICE
— medical examiner findings not aligned with agency account

Say Huabing Xie
— seizure reported
— death in detention
— ICE
— mandatory report delayed

Say Parady La
— death in federal detention
— ICE
— investigation ongoing

Say Luis Beltran Yanez-Cruz
— death in custody
— ICE
— details pending

Say Luis Gustavo Núñez Cáceres
— death in custody
— ICE
— details pending

Say Renee Goode
— fatal shooting during enforcement operation
— ICE
— circumstances contested, investigation active

Say Silverio Villegas González
— fatal shooting
— ICE
— use of force under review

Say Norlan Guzman-Fuentes
— gunshot wounds during incident at ICE facility
— ICE facility context
— investigation ongoing

Say Miguel Ángel García-Hernández
— died of gunshot injuries in same incident
— ICE facility context
— investigation ongoing

Say the names not yet finalized
because finalized is how truth gets buried
under process.


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IV. Invocation

Say their names
because reports say medical event.

Say their names
because agencies say under review.

Say their names
because investigation is not absolution.

Say their names
because delay is not neutrality.

Say their names
because escalation has a sound
and it is a list being read faster
each year.

Say their names
until the system is forced
to slow down enough
to feel the weight
of every one.

Say their names
because cold policy still counts bodies.

And because silence
has always been
the most efficient tool
this machine owns.
 
[Insert poem here]
Is what it said
Right there on the page
And all these ideas came to me...

Magic lanterns
Well-hung genies
Flying carpets
Sand dunes reaching into the distance

Midnight at the oasis
come in you don't have to pay, sis
How'd you get here, we must know
Car broke down you got a camel toe

We rode the flow, all night long
And i still rode him after dawn
Caravan of ecstasy
He took pleasure, OHHHH from me

He couldn't get it up next day
Because there was a delay
Auntie Flo, her visit started
Watch out boy, my Red Sea parted

[Insert poem here] it said
I'll insert poems till I'm dead
Give me life or give me head
I can fill your Challenge thread
 
Won't you be my Valentine
Taste my choc'late oh so sweet
Drink my cup of wine
You don't have to be discreet

Buy me lingerie
I'll slip it on so you can see
I'll wear it underneath today
Then you can strip it off of me

Send me a blushing rose
A romantic trick
Sexy scent pleases my nose
Beware the thorn's sharp...prick

Take me on a sexy date
I think we know what's what
Later strip me, then we'll mate
I'll be your V-Day Slut 💘
 
The Other

He found the other, his long-lost lover
On a train.
He was the conductor.

They went to the other’s place
He sucked the other, then he fucked him
And asked him that they reunite.

They met on a cold day
In a dirty back alley.
Said he was leaving his wife.

A brighter day
Down by the river
The other told him ‘Yes.’
 
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