This was utterly stunning
Held on the petals tongue
Twisted Machiavellian
Acid rain in neon-lit carmine
Ineffable lyrics: sum41
Grapevine entwined the mead mind
Rapid rhyme mainline propane
Fuse-lit C4-paint-explosives
Interpretation may vary
Melting behind every word
Jellyfish pulsing through
Pushed unexplored avenues
Stork dropping off an award
Blues scale toward the top
Fingertips slide without warning
Solo-bass drop within drumsticks
Dripping water from a flask
Walking hexes cloudy dishes
Mirrors fractured pieces whirling
Framing fractal front seats
Past mistakes remembrance
Olive branches infect organs
Pulse systematically
Pixels dissolve surfaces
Birthing surreal fantasy
The Physical qualities of the song ranged
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!
They sent her out for dingleberry dew.
A crazy mission for no one gave her a clue.
Were they orange, yellow, striped, green, red, or blue?
She was a newcomer to this planet too.
She had only been here a month, maybe two.
They said we will send Robot C4 out with you.
He will stick to you like Yabber Eye glue.
They went down Highway four thousand and forty two.
Looking all over for dingleberry dew.
Is this it? She’d ask him for she really had no clue.
Don’t know, he said. But I like being with you.
They brought back berries of every kind of hue.
Some were oozing a bit of blue dew too.
Berry mongers laughed, and threw them a shoe.
She left the planet without ever finding dingleberry dew
But she had a new friend who had fallen in love with her too.
Robot C4, her bestie, who lived with her until she was eighty-two.
Then he went back to his planet, for he was only twenty-two.
A December –May romance that worked for both with a giant yahoo!
By Parizo Van Thulare
Hard as a rock of sedimentary
Groundwrecking as a C4 from the millitary
It was head over heels
Sometimes the clouds went nine
Emotions were on the line
The rain was on strike
Nothing was fine
The Forging of feelings
The Wiping of tears
The walk of shame
Pain with no gain
Endless hours of tossing and turning
Gone are those days
When i felt caged in love
Gone are those days
When you gambled with my thoughts
I used to think you are one
I sacrificed so much but i was taken for none
I was wrong ,Love is not a disease
You become vulnerable when you misuse it
Those days are gone dear
You wont see me near
Violence is a Gaza border constant
Israeli towns receive
heavy rain
of missile shells
Man-made hell, Hezbollah air sent
Meanwhile, Mossad
infiltrate the tunnels,
unpacking C4 bundles to fiery rent
Refugee status
is a Palestinian forced Tel Aviv flee
Suicide vested persuasion
have innocent souls
hearing worm echoes prematurely
Divided Jerusalem
stoke hate fires ... a common
epoxy bond emotion,
unifying two camps stuck on angry
Wash the bloody clothes
with every Arab dissent rock throw
Close the Negev windows,
as the fear cactus heat starts to grow
So beware of the prick from the needles:
Love sick twin conscience
grieving in funeral earnest,
with suspicious, interfaith locked elbows
Rinse the tear-stained clothes,
then put the brotherhood violence
on another tumble spin cycle
Peace progress is on a turtle slow dry,
evaporated trust
give oasis enemies another mirage try
A primal human relic
A revenant of preminence
In a primitive age of thought
A king without his crown.
A bomb without a fuse.
C4 without the timer.
Helpless to bare witness
To each falsity and flaw
To each effect of the cause
Understanding the solution
But paralyzed by circumstance
Crystal was born with a similar condition,
To Sarah Storey who’s the Dame of Para,
And was so impressed by Beijing in 2008,
That she responded to the ad for athletes.
She was already doing a sports degree,
Exeter University, Exercise and Sports,
And so after she was accepted for trials,
She joined, 2011, the para-cycling team.
At Roskilde in Denmark, 2011, her debut,
She took bronze medal in the road race,
And came ninth place in the C5 time trial,
To make her place on para-cycling’s plane.
She participated in the 2012 Paralympics,
And in Apeldoorn, the central Netherlands,
In the 500m time trial C5 she won the silver,
In the scratch race C4-5 she won bronze.
So Rio came at the right time for Crystal,
When she was also taking a sports Masters,
At Loughborough University, ‘cos she won,
A silver, individual, and a bronze, road race.
Whilst Jon-Allan was out Iraq to warfare ban,
In 2007 he sustained an injury, rocket attack,
So that doctors had to amputate his left arm,
But after rehab he continued the sport’s crack.
He’d been a weapons technician in the RAF,
At Basra airbase, and before that Afghanistan,
But he was now on a programme so to quaff,
Any idea that he wasn’t good at cycling’s pun.
He took the limelight at the London games,
When he won three silvers for para-cycling:
One for the C5 Individual Pursuit, sole aims,
One for the mixed team sprint very cunning,
And another silver for the C4-5 1km Time Trial!
Then 2016, and he won gold for the mixed team,
And also a silver medal for the C5 kilo Time Trial
In Montichiari, and so made the Rio GB Team.
Sarah Storey was the first disabled athlete,
In the Commonwealth Games to compete,
As an English competitor, and she’s thrice,
Able-bodied national track champion of ice.
She was born without a left hand, entangled,
But she was firstly a swimmer, she jangled,
Then she became a cyclist on road and track,
And is still pedalling strong, not to look back.
She swam in Barcelona in 1992 and won,
Two golds, three silvers and a bronzed one,
Then in 2008, again at the Paras her fifth,
She won the individual pursuit with much pith.
Sarah Storey won Britain’s first gold in the C5,
In the women’s individual pursuit she’d thrive,
And in the C4-5 5000m, C4-5, and on road,
She won each one with a gold that was owed.
In 2014 she founded a sports cycling team,
Which supports a breast cancer charity keen,
And she became a MBE in 1998, OBE in 2009,
Then she was made a dame in 2013, long line.
She married Barney her coach and duel pilot,
For the tandem duel ride, which could be a riot,
And was on the 2012 Celebrity Mastermind IQ,
With Sex & The City, and also has a girl to coo.
when a man loves a woman
is how the song goes
it's the start of an equation
how I will hopefully show
man is factor x
yet a man in love is x1
a child in his thoughts
brings it up to c4? a son
the missing link
in this saga is w2
so off he goes to a dance
hoping that W2 will find him too
so what have we got
let's lay it out on the floor
we have x1 + w2 -c4
sure you know the score.
something his missing
this equation doesn't add up
guess it's factor y
let's take a look
X1+W2 (Y} = C4
the missing factor you can see
is Y which stands for !ove,
hope you agree
penned 10/3/2016
[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]
Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
At our favorite time of the year.
Don’t you remember how deep in December
We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
A breeze from up north had come calling.
I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
And surely—at length—find our way.
But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
The will to do good goes astray.
So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
As we leave the real world far behind.
5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A
by faith alone
the courage is gained
to strap c4 to the chest
& proceed to walk up the
stairs of a bus holding folks
you & your cult doesn’t like.
by faith alone
the courage is summoned
to make bomb threats, kidnap,
stalk, assault & if you & your
fetus-hugging buddies are
lucky, to successfully murder
those that feel a woman should
have the right to what she wants
with her own body.
by faith alone
the courage is obtained to picket
the funerals of individuals whose
families simply want to lay their
lost loved ones to rest with
signs that display “god hates fags!”
amidst other bits of pure hate &
bigotry which are exemplified by
even the youngest children amidst
the flock.
by faith alone
the faithful devote their lives to
spreading tales of people & things
that they have no real evidence of
whatsoever, in the hopes to keep the
disease alive & in the process,
condemning all of those that do
not follow suit, to whatever
imaginary consequences have
been decided by the lunatics that
came before them.
Wire taps
Wired traps
Wilderness
Bombs
C4
9mm’s
Nutmegs
Magazines for guns
Sharp Blades
Original Guns
Get ready for battle
Maniacs
The team blows up
Silent but deadly
Throw your muscle!
Scream!
Belt of equipment
Guns of apostrophe.
Stealth for life.
This is a thought or an epiphany / but from how I see : confidence is lacking in thee / so I'll shift into gear /
she put the bug in my ear : denounce fear / pronounce a new style to pounce : opened mouthed claws out :
middle finger raised screaming hell yeah : here / eat this plate / when finished : wipe shame from face / walk
with swagga speed up pace / moving to quick to leave a trace / of anything haunting , n starting , or sparking
of the old tablet : to be erased / point in case / chess not checkers : fix my face / n change habits / kill
babbage : with flame-lit carriages filled with kerosene soaked mattresses / n stomach filled with c4 crack
addicts / with the driver chained downed named past tense / hold close the new reference / a decorative
veteran whose suplexing / souped up on goals and aggression : only stressing where the next victim to mess
with / never relaps on past acts just future facts / pemped up ready to attack any acrobat that'll get trapped ,
get slapped , get jacked 4 every piece of their scratch / every piece of dignity , humanity , organs , flesh nose
bones n back / so scratch that
Peace