Anunnaki verses the Nephillians
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the combatants are in the ring!
A stalling tactiac by
Mussumotto
of the Annunaki.. all while
Vallis destractes
the ref!
Ring announcer two...Geniunus on his part
watch this...
chockblock!
the big guy is down.
Big guy all these guys are
huge!
A.#2.. Huge but this guy right
here can wrestle!
He can Move around in there
like
Bandez the Magnificent
he is one of the best tech wrestlers
active in the pro's
right now.
You don't have to
beleive me just watch!
Bandura is great too!
Chunking foul hook
backdrop!
this guy is specail!
The sweet voice of the announcer
Echoed through the airport.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Gate 4 Malta Paris is now open.
Take your hand luggage
And have your tickets ready.
*
He picked up his briefcase,
Looked at his lady friend,
Her eyes were swollen with tears.
He dared not kiss her goodbye.
Will you be back, she stammered.
No, it is better this way. For I
Have loved you on and off.
You don’t deserve a man like me.
You need a steadfast person,
Someone who will care for you
In a very proper way.
You will be loved and have a family,
A kind person who deserves you.
I am not that kind of person.
Don’t think I shall not miss you.
I’ll wander around the periphery
Of Rue de Jardin, always alone
No woman will take your place.
Silence will be my companion.
I deserve no better. So my sweet,
I bid you farewell. And wipe away
The small tear in my eye.
*
Then he gave her a thin envelope.
It was her one-way ticket for Paris.
Would she go?
Korean Winter Blues
Korean Winter Blues
Korean winters
Are shorter than before
Impact of climate change
Can get very cold
As Siberian winds
Blow in from Russia
Putting the whole country
Under a deep freeze
Polar vortex
It does not snow
Too much
Except in the mountains
The coldest day
I ever experienced
Was in Korea
Back in 1979
The AFKN radio announcer
Said it was minus 70
That morning.
yellow leaves litter
the street after
a touch of rain
asphalt glistens
I drive alone
I listen to Public Radio
a story told
a man lives alone
betrayed
and my tires sing
as his story is told
about how he lost faith
day by day
I drive through
the downtown
the shops and bars
are closed
a man stands alone
and sweeps a sidewalk
I listen to the radio
as it speaks to me
it is my story
as I discover someone
I loved
is going with someone else
that was spring
then a sad summer
now it’s fall
now a moment of silence
after a touch of rain
I look for the sun
to break through clouds
as the story plays
the announcer says
hope is the answer
if someone who’s hurt
dares to accept the change
I’ll see my new friend sometime
she says she hangs out
where I go
to hear me sing
I sang from my heart
and told her
I’d do it again.
The greatest teacher I have ever known
never worked in a classroom.
He was an actor and radio announcer of some renown.
A man of many talents, I'd assume.
He directed me once when I was acting in a play,
and he'd let me know - right away! -
if he didn't like the way I'd say
a certain line (sometimes to my dismay!)
He taught me the value of silence and being still.
Economy of movement was an important skill
that I needed to learn
and although he was not shrill in his criticism
he could be very stern,
never the kind to use witticism
to make a point.
Indeed, his best instructions were often unvoiced.
My performance in that comic play
turned out quite successfully,
and to this very day
it is still a fond memory.
In all my years in theatre
he gave to me the greatest education.
Eventually, I'd realize that under
his tutelage I learned much about dedication
to the craft of acting,
reacting and interacting.
I learned that it's all about communication,
and though he is long gone,
I remember him fondly, with great appreciation.
Thank you, Denys.
And why not?
The Lucky country
Bodyline
Human skittles
Murder Incorporated
Swing lube
I sit with friends and
We put
Together our greatest XI
To face Mars
My father shouts, "That's out!"
And the umpire gives it
My son reads The Beano and is
Not interested
In the sixes
The announcer shouts, "Make some noise Edgbaston!"
He is shoved over and the Harlequin Waitrose capped swanky pants
In a spiffing gaggle announces, "Bowling from the City End, some bloke."
A friend told me he strangled
A goat
"That makes you feel really alive."
scorching heat
one wind
a cloud
do not exist
head hurts like it's going to explode
From the radio weather center
an announcer with a bright voice
saying
"before dark
the drought is over and showers are coming"
forecast
Not that it isn't
thunder
lightning sound
noisy
from afar
short
thick raindrops
break through the black clouds
on the dusty soil
on a solid rocks
on the hot asphalt
on the tin roof of the poor house
crashing and crashing hard
pouring a loud
at some point it's quiet
sham-
ing go away
let's open the window
the surroundings are clean
The scorching heat again
headache doesn't come
like first love that time
I hear the sound of thunder that I thought was over.
scorching heat
one wind
a cloud
do not exist
head hurts like it's going to explode
From the radio weather center
an announcer with a bright voice
saying
"before dark
the drought is over and showers are coming"
forecast
Not that it isn't
thunder
lightning sound
noisy
from afar
short
thick raindrops
break through the black clouds
on the dusty soil
on a solid rocks
on the hot asphalt
on the tin roof of the poor house
crashing and crashing hard
pouring a loud
at some point it's quiet
sham-
ing go away
let's open the window
the surroundings are clean
The scorching heat again
headache doesn't come
like first love that time
I hear the sound of thunder that I thought was over.
I had just spoken with John!
To meet the bastard I’d sworn,
My planned time 5:00am dawn,
Over his fertile grass lawn
He had had to treat with scorn,
Contented with being a con…
“You listen to me, Hot John!
Yesterday, you know, is gone,
A new day baby now born
And with it the Newest Morn!
In a morn one does not mourn;
Announcer of this: God’s Horn!
Good proof: True Life is not torn
Nor True Life true face outworn…
You’re , then, to face farm’s corn:
The white, The yellow and the fawn,
All its thought pains to be borne…
But then, to ask, are their pains?
Aren’t the growth of corns from rains?
Good luck wishes times ten, John
As you avoid your clique’s Don,”
Tom dug deep in dell
had been on the way to hell
would sit for short spell
Brady we could tell
in love all the women fell
head started to swell
who would take Tom's place
down new candidate will chase
between ears short space
be big bar bouncer
a super sports announcer
some event sponsor
was Tom Brady
many deals may be shady
loved by each lady
Mobility Ability Full of Senility
need ability
to have much mobility
also agility
Today there is a performance
of happiness about to happen.
Players mime, display
painted smiles over painted eyes.
I am late
an expectant crowd had already formed,
even the town beggars
had stopped panhandling for gold coins
and are waiting curiously for the
show to begin.
An announcer announces:
The script had been lost
in a crisis of doubtful origin.
Joy has been indefinitely delayed.
Someone jeered loudly
another cheered softly.
The performers knelt down
and prayed for more red wine.
Eventually milk and honey was delivered
on the backs of sweating mules,
but they were both stale.
It’s the Cocker Spaniels this time the media screams
I roll my eyes, wondering when the cats will get some blame
Or the monkeys, cheetahs, sharks or giraffes
They are diabolical, plotting your death, the announcer says
I do not plot her death, but I plot taping her mouth up.
The pit bulls were the last group to blame.
What about the housewives? Do they use environmentally friendly detergent?
or the house husbands….do they recycle their lard like grandma did?
How about the grandmas who feed their pets with Styrofoam?
We are the polluters.
We are the litterers.
We are the ones driving cars one person at a time.
But let’s blame the Cocker Spaniels.
I shut off the T.V.
I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...
Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!
Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.
Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light
What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does a dance with a pole
Old Ma O’Flanagan dances for Stan and Ben
Over in County Kildare
The nurses and carers all turn a blind eye
As Stan sticks his pension ‘down there’
Pat’s her announcer, he's also her bouncer
He keeps them old fellas in check
Old Ben can get frisky and that’s a bit risky
Unless he desires a sore neck
These is the rules says Patrick O’Flanagan
That shrivelled todger of yours
Grandma will make that old thing come awake again
And you place hard cash down her drawers
But Ben said those wrinkles don’t pep up our winkles
We only watch her to rehearse
For what we might see on the CCTV
When you nip out back with that nurse
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