Dashes forward, forty miles an hour
a roar, to show it's power
Paws so strong, a neck, can break.
An Antelope, it 's life , it can take.
It can kill and carry, its prey away
to eat the rest, another day.
but he's just another, a carnivore
if no food, then he's no more.
He has a predator, it's called a man
Assyria King, took him for sport.
On Chariots high, with bow and arrow
and Kings, with servants, they did follow.
But courage, can be the symbol too
Invincibility, his Presence, l always knew
the other fierce, but l do not fear
he'll eat the straw, just like the Bull.
He will lie down with Peace, next to the Lamb
and wild beast is gone, its roar no more
from harm to Peace, it gives up the war
Invincibility, his Presence, is shown, to man.
So l fear not the Lion, its roar no more
from harm to Peace,
no more ,
learns War.
Naught lowlife, but pro-life; pin-up; wildlife,
like the Mantis, or the praying Mantis,
cockroaches and termites, close relatives,
there are stick ones or grasshoppers, half-life.
A year's life, they are ambush predators,
female practices sex cannibalism.
Supernatural power behold-ism
Greece, Assyria, Egypt, past overs.
Mantis are the most common insect pets,
twenty-four hundred species, tropical,
temperate too, visions are stereo,
triangular heads with long-winged-like jets.
They take a commanding pose faced menace,
China has two martial arts-styled Mantis.
Balloons, bolix!
A ghostly flight…
A fight for airspace…
So much air…blowhard.
To sail the seas of America’s skies…
Look down upon the stretch of land.
It landed,
on the eyes of the Montanans.
Balloons, buffoons!
A clownish cloud
passing off a Casper-guise.
A surprise visit from Uncle Xi.
Tea cups fragile…weather balloon,
my $@#.
Balloons, BS!
Talk talk talk
of the atmosphere,
holding the rotund idol up there.
He won’t fall from his pedestal
on his own.
Balloons, asail!
Assailing, assaulting,
insulting. Assyria &
Babylon held ear
to the breakdown
of God’s people
elsewhere.
Balloons, bah-humbug!
Best pay heed.
Don’t get bested.
Poke holes in the intentionality.
2/7/2023
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Time
Thou mighty monarch of “eartherial” scope,
the vicegerent and the viceroy of all fickle frame.
from thy womb lonesome vial sprung,
and the cavalcades of torrents bearing branches
Time
ere that chaotic cosmos regaled in darkness found a cloth of light,
Thou deccreest the bands and bounds by thine unvoiced speeches.
and when creation found a space in thy vast gale.
thy space was not submerged or muted in all affairs.
Time
As a conqueror, we see thy doings over man.
thy power over kings.
and thy victory over thrones
we stand aghast when arrogance is over.
speechless at the remains of monarchs.
Time,
where is Rome, where is Assyria?
Where is Babylon, where is Britain ?
Like carcasses in the wind
they crumbled regaled in dusty past of forgone memories
their days of Power are over
Time
Even now, thy watchers are in all cities upon all arms
when in rage the sword is drawn from the scabbard
some you kill.
other you honour.
and others you mocked.
May we in Time, find our paths ere we bid this earth farewell
Crimson desire often keeps knitting a dream
I sail in an Egyptian boat in a blue river
Warm my breath with the woolen heat of the steam
From the buds while in a blooming rose you shiver
An insane day when I would look for the cue
And hold your heartbeat in my violin embrace
Pouring all my violet in the umbrella for you
And sit with the shadow beside your furnace
You know but for the rainbow clouds of your gardenia
The lyrics of my life wouldn't have been penned
A milky way peace from the skies of Assyria
Would not have descended with many a bend
Look at the roses tonight in the bouquet of time
Together let's enter the scarlet doors of our desire
Let me remind you will always be my valentine
Let's play our sitar and quench the orange fire
Look at the gondola into the doors ajar
The pink gladioli arriving in the sitar
For a brief poetry here we are campers
Come, let's fill our valentine reservoir
February 2, 2018
A Romantic Valentine Contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The sun had grown dark on that fearful day
When Rabshakah, the Assyrian entered the fray;
Their armor and weapons glittered like gold
As they surged ’cross the plains to storm Israel’s fold.
But Hezekiah the king sought the Lord in prayer
To beseech God Almighty, His mercy to share;
The Lord would respond, then gave His command
To smite the Assyrian and deliver the land.
The Assyrian hordes were filled with flawed pride
Their faith in false gods, their treacherous guide;
They mounted their horses to charge for the gain
In their lust for the power that would end in pain
For the angel of death smote Sennacherib’s camp
And the fires of war were put out like a lamp;
The fields of green grass were transformed to a flood
That flowed on the ground as rivers of blood.
The legions lay dead with their eyes opened wide
And the host of their horses lay dead at their side;
The wind stole their cry from the pride of their breath
And gave its revenge in the silence of death.
The sons and the wives in their sorrow now weep
For the sickle of death had a harvest to reap;
The battle was won by the grace of the Lord
Who humbles the proud with the truth of His Word.
Isaiah 36 and 37
Hey you out there I'm here, but I'll sure let you dream
All you big boy burly sailors, I'll allure to your unseen
Even going back to my ancestors, away back, down Assyria way
Our goddess our love, Atargatis, became doomed by your say
To escape you, you men, who desired to reap your want
Why should she internally repent, to the depths, a Mermaid now sent
And now through your aeon of time, perilous events we've now shared
If us Mermaids had never have existed, you'd probably say you'd been spared
Even through the ages innocent animals have been accused
Is it your typical human we, it doesn't matter who's abused
Dugongs, Manatee's are beautiful, creatures of whom we've swam
Remember, you've never been the elite, ever since we all began
Hey, let me say, to your National Ocean Service, what makes you think you know
When we've been around so much longer than you, who says we have to show?
can a man grow wheat with out seed
or fillfill up the sky with the clouds that nourish it
can he tread upon the stars the work of his hands
will they not return to Egypt
and will not Assyria rule over them
because they refuse to repent
swords will flash in there cities
Iwill destroy the bars of there gates
and put an end to there plans.