Twelve valves seventeen transmissions
Dual overhead cams rotary engines
Unresistible Dangers
There is only One Stranger that ever entertained The Angles
A bust of speed now you see an Apparition
Careful with my Speech as I dictate the path of Evolution
Doublewood bounce a timing gun of the Harmonic Balancer
Cherry Terror=Ninjitsu is the true principles and Teaching's of The Mind
Be silent as I hit you with a Caring Bearing
There's no need for every saying but "One"
'You are only a True Child of God if you are Bourne of The Lady Of Light'
I love vocabulary games, and these odd words came up in English words games, recently: Bute ( I know "Butte" but not BUTE) & "abseil," "landau," and even "Bourne" (identity?).
A poem about a simpler word, FLIERS.
When we say FLY,
Buzzing by and by
Which is it?
Plane or insect?
But when we use "Fliers"
The letters reveal secrets:
"liFe," "selF," "lies" & "Flies" again
LIFERS is best of all
In this game; Hope for us all
Slalom, serpentine or straight
Your course need only approach your goal
Although important is the rate
To a noble bourne, it is not the soul
Quilt mine, like thorny bush, went on hurting me hard,
It said: within this night you should become a bard!
Shall I write: of child unknown, like blooms from buds, born?
Should I write he is, like the eternal seed, bourne...?
Shall I crown His majesty, in my rustic terms?
Each of my heart-beat ever his glory affirms...!
I tried to sleep on hard prickly straw just to know,
How this child felt; I could not, yet, quite undergo...!
Cows I have many at home; goats and black sheep too,
I couldn’t, yet, smell my sheep; Where? When? Who is who...!
One who comes is blessed I know, a guileless child,
Aren't embers restless within, though outwardly mild...???
23 November 2022
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Weighty is the crown he wears;
huddled masses, unawares.
Flotsam in life's ebb and flow.
Fools! They scurry to and fro.
Heavy is his mantle bourne,
furrowed brow, lines deep and worn.
Addled, ignorant, confused,
traipsing gaily, much amused,
finding purpose where there's none,
blindly to the cliff they run.
Clenched, the jaw, and ground, the teeth;
naught but scorn for those beneath.
Joyless contrast, rather stark;
on he stumbles in the dark.
Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality?
Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea?
What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to play monopoly or Frodo, giving the ring to Gollum so he can go just home for tea?
Ever think about the characters with their nail clippers, getting waxed or brushing their teeth?
Imagine Rambo with a lawnmower that’s gone faulty?
Or what about The Terminator assembling IKEA furniture quietly?
Ok, try to picture Deadpool trying to find something to wear to a fancy dress party.
What about the ‘man with no name’ listening to the payment options for a flat-screen TV?
Now, what about James Bond getting pissed on your settee or Jason Bourne, bag in hand, waiting to see if the dog just wanted a pee?
Do you ever think of film characters in the realms of reality or is it just me?
When life's bourne becomes rocky and I suffer dreary days,
To the One above, I'll lift my simple hymn of praise.
For He knows my every need and takes me by the hands;
I place my hope and trust in Him, for He truly understands!
When upon the grandeur of this His earth I gaze,
To Him I lift my humble, simple hymn of praise.
For the splendor of celestial lights in the universe above,
To Him I sing my hymn of praise for His unceasing love!
I sing my hymn of thankful praise to the Immortal One,
Who sacrificed for this mortal His only begotten Son.
His promise of forgiveness when things are looking grim,
Is so reassuring for those who place their trust in Him!
I thank Him for this magnificent land in which I live,
And for family and friends and the love they freely give.
To those who sacrificed for the freedoms I hold so dear,
I lift my hymn of praise to You, dear Lord whom I so revere!
For You Who bestows unmerited graces on me in many ways,
I shall ever sing my thankful hymn of praise.
To the forgiving and compassionate Creator I'll ever raise,
To You, Eternal God, this my hymn of grateful praise!
Entry for Robert James Liguori's "Song Of Praise" Contest
Too wise for anything
but faith…
to be carried by angels
in love’s holy grail
The light in her eyes
to reign majestic
illumined by heavens
flowering dale
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
State terrorism still exists with Gestapo police invading our privacy.
The state of fear and spying defies the constitution.
What is the resolution?
Immunity for all?
Stand up with this revolution.
Find a solution to their illegitimate proceedings.
While they drink from their chalice with greed in power of religious abuse.
Grinning with malice.
Discriminatory misuse.
Condemnation, of this complication.
Leaves everyone with inflammation from your infiltration.
Hope forewarned
Such was Jeremiah's call:
Go, tell my people what I'm going to do;
Know that they will not listen to you.
Hope forlorn
determining the odds on a bet:
You choose this or that, using your brain;
you lose sometimes, money down the drain.
Hope shopworn
accompanies buying a car:
Fishing, sales huckster puts on airs;
dishing out money later for repairs.
Hope unborn
Such are some relationships:
the beauty of lovers, errant;
the duty of becoming a parent.
Hope well-born
An Italian fishing boat
saves a victim amnesia-bound,
Jason Bourne - identity found.
Hope with a thorn
Hope deferred makes the heart sick:
You bait your prayers with a promise;
You wait on God, doubting like Thomas.
April 26, 2021
Gray dawn,
A yearned yawn,
My foot on cold white marble.
Gush to the stop,
With marathon stomp,
Bourne to jouncy travel.
It's mainly inspired by my initial feelings on first day heading to a new job i always dreamt for.Hope you liked it.Please give remarks of appreciation/criticism down in the comment box.
WE ARE ALL IN THIS
We are all in this together
though a universal diversity upon Diviner's breath
We cohabits in a forgotten unison,
in a world where men liquidates men,
Dogs eat Dogs & animals hunt animals.
Why can't we just be
what we're meant to be,
multiple & replenish the sphere.
'cause what's meant to be is to be
As minds join with the vastness of expansion spree,
For just "to be" naturally brings peace.
Unlike "being" which stirs competition,
in turn initiates strife & extermination.
Ferocious rage burns deadly hatred,
each one sees one another as food;
We're all, at the same time, the predator
and the prey while evil ostentate the excommunicator,
hand against hand in fatal feud
inflamed with irresistible appetite for dominance.
Let not dark deceit dawn on the beaming glance
Hand to hand in unison is what we'll practice,
A secret closeness hid in the kiss of space
and supreme harmony meltingly buds our taste.
Let's saddle on eternal love & togetherness,
sharing an infinite impartible embrace
in this bourne substance of the "humanimal" race.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 5th February, 2021.
Marvellously oozing with grandeur
The diva in ethnic wear splendour
Serenely giving glance at nature
Full of wisdom and huge stature
Managerial vigour being asset
She can soar high in any state
Going green in her drape divine
Majestically magnetic and fine
Blessed with kids two galactic
Smart and sweet like her prolific
Floral attire suits on the Goddess
Born to win the world I assess
Proud of her to have been born
In the State with sublime bourne..!!
Weekend starts to close
And the football shows
Lily in her white
Invites the gunner for a bite
Granted she is one point behind
Needs to move up in the line
Being very nice gives a goal to him
Lily in white calls good friend Min
He puts one in
Score looks the same, identical twin
As they go to break
Lily in white took all she could bake
Near the end to this match
There was a Spur catch
Lilywhites enthusiasm was pumping
Before going table jumping
Gunners walk away gentlemen
Chivalry today shown and defend
As for Mr. Bourne he had a mouth
Really upset about potential plans to go south
Then the foxes came to pick the cherries
Getting a netter in a hurry
This did not sit well
Or gel
Instead it sounded a bell
Picking up his rake
A scene he did make
Scoring four
He was not going to be ignored
When things were done
Foxes were stun
Cherries over taking Aston relaxing
In his villa after a day that was taxing
Two upsets kept the plot going
In which team was lowering
Their competitive degree
When being relegated to another league
Stage Fright
by Michael R. Burch
To be or not to be?
In the end Hamlet
opted for naught.
NOTE: I interpret Hamlet's famous "To be or not to be" soliloquy as a meditation on suicide. Hamlet considered death preferable to life, but agonized over "what dreams may come" in death's "undiscovered country." Hamlet hesitated to end his life because he feared what might lie beyond. Keywords/Tags: Hamlet, Shakespeare, Theater, Play, Literature, Act, Acting, Action, Exit, Farewell, Goodbye, Leaving, Stage Right, Stage Fright, Soliloquy, Suicide, Death, Undiscovered Country, Bourn, Bourne, Sleep, Sleeping, Eternal Rest, Dream, Dreams, Journey, Voyage
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