brothers
competitors
familial bond
shared childhood stories
a push pull relationship
brothers
341.
The Fire of Pirena
Oh Sanggre Pirena, Keeper of the Jewel of Fire
Teach me the cleverness & skill I desire
Cleverness in dealing with my detractors
Skill in defeating my competitors
Share me the blazing desire of Hathoria
To subjugate other tribes & dominate Encantadia
Just like the fire of life – ignite my ambition
So that I can establish fame, power & dominion
Being the eldest offspring like me
Your dominant nature is the hope of family
The light of your fire – oh keep it alive
Against all obstacles – may it make me survive!
-02/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Superhero Collection
Divination schemes,
shamlet in full effect.
An effective tactic,
the method discovered from
another scammer.
In high fidelity,
on full display.
HDMI.
4K.
Done got dirty
in front of God
and all em.
Cold crimson,
Monday Crimes,
Uncirculated dimes.
Montage rewinds,
all this time
to be put upon mine.
The Polar Shift Successor,
Evolutionary Competitors.
Unpopular portraits
of Presidential
candidate winners.
Walk our way
with that unsuspecting
Big Purse.
The truth is
that
The truth hurts.
It only takes
one adversary
to turn the ruthless room
against you.
Fool.
Watching the Olympics
Does provide the perfect view
Of athletes doing all the things
You couldn’t ever do.
A triple axel or a quad,
A backflip or a grab
On skis or skates or snowboards,
No one with an ounce of flab.
Whether skeleton or bobsleigh,
Curling, hockey, Nordic, luge,
Every type of competition
Highlights skills not short of huge.
So it’s nice to eat some popcorn
And relax, in from the cold,
With the TV turned to Italy
And races for the gold.
To marvel at competitors
And hear their praises sung
For the feats beyond your talents,
Even back when you were young.
Wanting a little fun
Depart on a run
Seeking bakery pastry buns
Tasty and sweet
Jogging through the village street
Enduring the athletic heat
Conquering the feat
Can not be beat
Enjoying the run
For pastry buns
Not caring where you are from
Only greeted with a ‘welcome’
Take a bite
Time is not tight
During the bun
Run
Done for fun
Fattening those bottom cheeks
While everyone speaks
Bragging every week
About climbing the peaks
Featured on the bun
Run
Done
For fun
Where Danishes are great
Even know competitors gained too much weight
I’m watching the Australian Open;
The players are battling heat.
With temps running high,
No one needs to ask why
Many athletes just wilt in defeat.
Yet outside my well-heated apartment,
It’s way below freezing this week.
To venture out there
Every item I wear
Has been chosen for weather this bleak.
I’d rather be colder than warmer,
Though I don’t like either extreme;
But in Melbourne, I’d bet,
While competitors sweat,
They must also be losing some steam.
Her name was Clarice; she was my best friend at summer camp
This was a Bible camp, so there was a lot of praying and singing
We thought some of the other girls were hilarious
At twelve they were wearing lipstick and talking about boys
Clarice was redheaded, with a zillion freckles
I always thought I had a lot of them until I met her
We resolved to be besties forever
I think we sent three letters back and forth after camp
But for one week we were such great friends
Competitors too, trying to memorize the most Bible verses
I still remember how our eyes would catch and we would laugh
For no reason at all, and for every reason
Clarice and I sat at the bonfire the night before we went home
Whispering silly things to each other, laughing at the others
Because they wanted to be grown-ups
Even then, we knew we still wanted to be children
~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~
('Suicide's a Pain')
As I was about to enter the store
I was smacked by a malfunctioning door
Without so much as the slightest warning
or a perfunctory good morning
Astonished more than stunned
I took off at a brisk run
to inform the manager-on-duty
of the door that had greeted me so rudely…
When I’d finished my story, to my utter surprise
the manager muttered: “Lies, lies, nothing but lies”
My jaw dropped and I exclaimed, “Why? Why? Why?”
the manager replied, “We’ve an epidemic of spies”
“Spies from our competitors,” he continued
“that’s why we smacked you upside your head”
In disbelief and rage, I said, “Well, I never” –
pivoted right back into that door ~
and keeled over dead
A message to all worthy competitors in the Marathon this year.
It should be about camaraderie and having fun. When the finish line is crossed, I hope you'll have found that your time spent in participating has been worthwhile, and no one will be congratulating a plagiarizer or a machine.
I'm not taking part, (with apologies and admiration, Mark). There are too many issues that have been causing havoc in the Soup and because of them I'm seldom here. CHEERS to poets who run a good race!
Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.
A Greyhound Racing Dog
More than Bite and Bark
A Champion Breed
Determined to always succeed
A winner with a proceed
Greeta’s face pictured on Campaign Billboards
A look
Aim to attract for Advertising jobs
Famous throughout
Audience attention when she is racing about
Greeta is the logo on every Greyhound Bus
People cheer when they see her face
On every Greyhound bus she goes place to place
Greeta known for her acceleration
Faces her competitors with confidence
Moving fast when the Gun blows in an instance
Greeta promise
Winning ways
Numerous awards mount
So many hard to count
Greeta spotlight being the amazing greyhound Dog
Speed and Finesse
Her race scorecards at their best
Greeta is a standalone
Her name of fame is full blown
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
I have enjoyed being a member of Poetry Soup
The group has been kind to me
I have been encouraged to write
And let my thoughts run free
I have made mistakes
And said things where others had disagreed
Sometimes, this exchange of thoughts
It is just what I need,
To assist me in my endeavour to write poetry
Like a pro
We are not competitors; we are members of PS,
So,
Enjoy the camaraderie and let your thoughts run free
Our differences of opinion give us food for thought,
Do you agree?
Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
Kalamazoo kids went off to war
leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured
factories ~from music to munitions
gay guitars would wait until battered boys
came hurriedly home...
or would they wait?
The thought was there but Gibson's gals
did not care for world war and behind
the building's walls would give guitars
attuned attention; first making munitions
then manufacturing those magical music guitars.
The Gibson Factory in Kalamazoo, Michigan is known for its iconic guitars... During World War II, many of Gibson’s competitors had switched to munition-making in an effort to support the war at home. Gibson followed suit—on the surface, at least. While it did hire more women than any other guitar-turned-munitions manufacturer, these women weren’t just making bullets—they were also making guitars. Specifically, the Kalamazoo Gals made Gibson’s Banner line of guitars, which were later used by musicians like Buddy Holly and Woody Guthrie. ~Atlas Obscura
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