Quercus macrocarpa and corn
was used to feed the wild javelina.
We trapped Jalelina and feed them
corn and Acorns to mild the gameiness.
A tender mild Pork like flavor was
what we were looking for.
Buckle Forging
Until then might the
herbs of bitterness
be tamed ny the
seeds of the trees
the maizes of fall
til the mildness of the two
shall be deemed
delicous in the sight
of these people.
Follicle Grain Pattern
the tuff leather of the boars
and Jalinlina
the beauty of craftmenship
the quality of prided peoples
person to person
the gifts of guilded Pride
If you want to darkness dump,
To in life take a long jump;
If you need a sounder base,
A crossing into new phase…
For who wants to rule his thought,
Not relying on ideas bought;
For emerging a true champ,
Where you happen to now camp…
To know how to drink with straw,
Fingernail clip when it’s claw!
For leverage to the fore,
Behind leaving days of yore…
You’d better you went to school,
For therein awaits The Tool;
When one is no longer young,
Earning money like The Strong…
In higher ones find a course.
Don’t try stampedes of a horse;
You will have broken a rule
And might not escape Half Fool…
God knows I’m the First Witness,
Now, a fast–selling–business
Ingratiating the teacher,
Who sometimes sounds like preacher…
In their famous Mac Donald’s Camp
A short man is their all-time champ:
Smart Coleman: holder of camp’s lamp,
Rivals’ once-dry armpits stay damp
While legs after their fights cramp:
Smart as their champ ‘official stamp!’
To everyone looks a tramp
But face him your hand a stump.
He’s had to one smack on seized rump:
Like the keys of a piano thump
And a challenger cause to slump…
One’s heart brave, if it didn’t jump
Or could still normal blood pump…
Quite hurting for who’s like a chimp
And often walking with a limp!
Before me sight I Halting Dump
And I need to over it jump.
If my zeal be crushed into powder,
You wouldn’t see a face prouder.
Just asking that you retain The Lamp
That makes A Champ of An Agreed Tramp;
A firm will gives one to start chasing
After what Life holds in its casing.
Three years back uploaded not a verse
And the picture now a sweet reverse;
What if I’d lost to The Tightening;
Last air suck in face whitening?
Troublesome corpse after interment,
Quarrelsome Grave of heard rude comment,
The sky causing to be cloudier,
Disorganized systems rowdier…
Poetry Soup: second to just Nobel!
Why should I care if others rebel?
Eyes of stark stiff doubt
Of The Win to clinch
After his Third Bout
No victorious inch
His rival quite out
To him reach and pinch!
Lips free with a pout
From pains of a gout:
A loss to a lout
Would Happiness rout …
What rules now to flout
For he can’t be out?
This idiot to rout!
Cheating for ‘A Lamp’
To see to being Champ
Not this Guy from Swamp
With Armpits The Damp.
The world's tongue-twisting champion was just arrested,
He'll be given a tough sentence as expected.
A ring's the thing
of which you've dreamed
A fitting culmination
to a season's perspiration
Ticker-tape parade is next
Wild cheers, the subtext
Hit the banquet circuit hard
To your frame you add some lard
A new season begins
Your team can't buy a win
The fans jeer and boo
at an out-of-shape you
You sweat and you strain
but all hope's down the drain
The lesson you've learned?
~ Those boos were well-earned
Should tardy relief take full years more
To grace fallen visages with angst taut,
Let kind nature her multiplied joys hone,
And gild final grins past art's fickle fault.
May saddest souls that now fret most
Gleam with heaven's grandest succor,
No more numbed by fear's fake ghost;
Free from inky mists and bleak rancor.
The gloomiest of hearts down with care
Shall glitter under jubilation's final glare,
And forget prickly sorrow's ghastly pain;
Wholly unafraid of shame's broken train.
He'll his victorious head at last carry high
After blacking ignominies and stigmas go;
None shall Art's virgin blossoms blight so,
Killing fresh dreams whose sign inch nigh.
This star-crossed champ at last shall reign,
And his chafing fan her dead cheers regain.
Athlete of international stature
Boxer Manny Pacquaio gives blows along generous gesture
Champ of the people with humble beginnings’ posture
Driven toward victory of faith-venture.
Empowered by God, he testifies of his Christian culture
Fortified through Bible principles’ feature
Gracious provisions he shares in his blessings’ pasture
Helping charity works from his foundation expenditure.
Imparting Gospel truth by his influential celebrity nature
Justice he fights, complementing his senatorial puncture
Keeping his stand on issues clear according to the Scripture
Learning well while leading toward lawful legislature.
Might and mercy he blends midst righteous fights’ torture
Nourishing citizens with goodness and well-being’s nurture
Optimizing public official’s role since his bad vices’ departure
Persistent to present a good name* beyond branded signature.
*Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
September 7, 2019
2nd place, "MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY-Any Form" Premier Poetry Contest; Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/17/2019.
...After twenty minutes of this
Pat turned, and he made for land,
steering Champy to a boat-launch
where countless onlookers did stand.
People all got out of the way
when the beast swam up on the ramp,
Pat pulled out the hook, patted the beast,
and said his good-byes to ol’ Champ.
The beast just lay their exhausted,
countless phone cameras quickly flashed,
Then with a lurch the beast swam off,
it ended as quickly as that.
The footage all went up online,
finally, the world would have proof!
but they called it a hoax, CGI,
a stunt pulled on by some bored youths.
Twenty million views on the net,
and they won’t accept what they see,
Pat doesn’t care, he had his fun,
but the accusations annoy me!
I see the doubt in your eyes now,
I already know what you think,
but I tell you, my friend rode Champ—
and I have not had too much to drink!
Boulder shoulders,
bursting biceps,
terrifying to see,
a menacing mountain
of a muscle-man
he used to be.
Now, bedridden,
he wilts away his days
till the end arrives.
This nursing home's
locked doors hide
closing and closed lives.
Coming independent
Home is where the heart is
Always striving to be better
Mastering the art of life
Passing strengths to others
Hooked bout
Knockout
Contest: One Footle Only
Nov 1, 2017
your strong
help me go on and on
from day i was born
you set my tone
stood by me
and sister and brothers
won' t say of all other
your the
CHAMP OF ALL MOTHERS
dad your the best
we'll never forget
tho your at rest
our life is set
as your on heaven
ramp
your or the
MPFATHER CHAMP
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