It's Better To Receive
Multiple Incredible Things
That You've Always Wanted...
Than Duplicates Of
Things You Already Have
That Are Still Incredible.
Usually.
But Should It Be?
Does Novelty Just Satisfy
Present Uncertainty?
-Gray Squirrel
09-06-2025
If the plural of mouse is mice,
And more than one louse is lice,
Then it seems to me, that logically,
The plural of grouse should be grice.
A single goose duplicates into geese,
A mongoose produces mongooses,
So let me stick out my neck
And ask why the heck
The plural of moose is moose,
And not meese,
Or much better yet,
Why not mooses?
Author's note: Dear reader, if you're interested in a little more along this line, I invite you to take a look at my article/essay, "The Wonderfully Awful English Language".
Fitted in well the fine role of a marvelous villain,
Soaked in senile hellish wisdom, he knew who to grill in;
He was he, though he had his numerous clone duplicates,
He was the lone master of his horrid hell-hounding fates...!
Like the original Omega, the regulator,
Channelizer of the blood and its nutrition cater;
Power of spawn Omega has no alternative, too,
He could make or mar any marvel, from out of the blue...!
Fighting against the hell was, for him, like eating candy,
He ended many hell powers, though his acts seemed sandy;
Did he decide to invade and conquer the Earth, none knows,
His battles, conquering the planets, like rockets fast goes...!
Striking anyone or anything that stands in his way,
Over the hell, heaven, and earth Omega has his sway;
Spawn, wonder woman, Superman, Batman... all are great tales,
To grow our kids in adventures, these are, yet, rails and trails...!!!
22 April 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: Syllable Counter
Soul Dancer
Yes, you are my soul dancer
My moonlight prancer,
My forever rippling brook,
Whose heart you quietly took!
I feel you in my arms right now
With me..kissing your Greek brow.
Right here on the couch~
And too in love, to slouch.
Let's have our Moussaka for dinner
We don't have to fret about being thinner
For we are both forever young
And for that, there is an eternal song
7/27/2018
The 7/27 one, am removing.to prevent duplicates on the site.
4/2/2023
each snowflake has a unique take on six
no duplicates. how can this be? says me
then i remember – why not crystal pics?
identical twins differ – same old tree
variation challenges all we see
heads, hearts, arms, legs, eyes, ears – change perceptions
collectives reveal nature’s deception
same pattern – creativity unfolds
communities’ still breathing sensation
no clones but distinctive character molds
Think I need a flag…
To reflect my being
Think I need a flag
For everyone sightseeing
To admire all my qualities
And individuality
A flag to tag not to brag
Though representing…
Me.
Think I need a flag…
To hold up very high
And higher it will go
Way up UP into the sky
Enormous it will be
Once it is erected
When it’s set you can bet
Will only be projected
With a colourful supersized
Pole to hold it fast
Bound to be forevermore
Quality to last
Think I need a flag…
To decorate the earth
A flag to symbolise myself
And all my riches worth
Once I have my flag
Will feel quite liberated
For ownership of my flag
Will be celebrated
From everyone around the world
Who’ll see my flag as fine
And a zillion duplicates to make
For the flag of mine
Think I need a flag…
To identify
All of me they will see
Me, Myself and I
Never will there be a flag
Better than my own
To blow around in the wind
To make myself well known
People they will love it
With corroboree
The greatest flag we ever had
Representing…
Me.
We come together as a family; my friends and me.
Each bringing what we said we would.
Two or three bringing extra things that are duplicates.
Six people, and we have three pumpkin pies.
Hilarious! We laugh about it.
Everyone talks at once, telling the same stories.
We pause at the same times, ask the same questions.
Laugh with appreciation, pretending we have never heard them.
We are friends, who have formed a family.
For our families are young, doing young people things.
We are older, and have more in common because of it.
We talk about the original Saturday Night Live shows.
We start 1950 commercials and finish them for each other.
“Plop plop fizz fizz……………………………….oh what a relief it is!”
“See the USA in a ……………………………………Chevrolet!”
We have made Thanksgiving into a family event.
Our family, the family of friends.
Barbie was the ultimate fashionista.
I received her when I was nine;
she had a shape; no ordinary baby doll.
No baby at all. It was embarrassing to dress her.
Or rather undress her.
Then we had Midge. A friend but not as pretty
Freckles toned her down a bit; she was ordinary
Whereas Barbie was always the epitome of glamour.
I have over ten thousand Pinterest Barbie pins.
None of them duplicates, so yes, she has remained
a fashionista for seventy years.
Ken came after Midge, maybe not in your world
but in mine. He came in a box, wearing a red and white striped
bathing outfit; he was the boy next door, obviously
in love with Barbie, not ordinary every day Midge.
I can remember the Barbie and Ken carrying cases.
Their cars, their houses, their spectacular outfits.
Most too costly for us.
We made their clothes.
The rest of me is categorized as others
Including "It", "him" and "her", they're me's peers
The philosophers have said it rather smart
That all "it", "him" and "her" are similar to "me''s physical traits
But differ a lot in interests and ideas:
The democratic politicians insisted that they are politically equal
And the human populationist believed: they are alive as a whole
...
But something has long confused "me" is that
Why so many of "it", "him" and "her" that "me" never knew
(in any sense, such as meeting in person
Or any relationships could possibly be existing)
I personally reckon that "me" is a unique soul
And "it", "him" and "her" are duplicates as "me"'s shadows
Because of the blood in me could never possibly be immortal
Once "me" is gone, "it" or "him" or "her" will come to continue
...
the drive was intermittent
everyone had to pee at the different times
distractions
strangers in rest stops
that were duplicates of duplicates designed
by MacDonalds and
merchandising psychologists
I wandered by the sunglasses
and video games
inhaled fast food coffee
and sized the out-of-towners
up
down into the parking lot
didn’t seem like a rest stop
with all the pulling in
and pulling out
kids running
spilled drinks all
about
and a Ketchuped french fry
squashed near the
umbrella benches
going somewhere while
all the while traveling on Facebook
in a silent car
scrollng for anything
except traveling this far.
Blessed are we to have the gift of you.
Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen
Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone
Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees
Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
When sending a copy of mail
To another, you really can’t fail
If you CC the name
Of the person you aim
To receive it; attempts will prevail.
Unless, though, your age is like mine,
CC might be tough to define
For it harks to a time
Carbon paper was prime
If to copies your work did incline.
So when CC or BCC’s pressed
And your duplicates sent by request
Take a moment to think
How this long ago link
To the typewriter has been addressed.
Cheeks slightly blush
a dazzling little flush
enchantment of the eyes
flutters through the skies
And
Duplicates the grin
cascading once again
a radiant touch of sun
friendship has begun
To
Blossom into more
emotions do explore
these tiny thoughts of
falling in love
~~*~~
Color of Love
A romantic scribble
Men can doctor things
the unreal can be real
fake and duplicates exist
impossible can be possible
the lie can be adored truth
the world can be yellow
when it is a rainbow of enigma
but stick to your guns
and fire bullets of truth
hold the banner of light
wave white cloth of peace
even when the whole world
is wrong and all are there
be alone with the truth
one man right and firm as rock
can save whole world wrong
the Angel of truth watching
will crown you with victory
The Paint Mover - Art-Poetry
The poet paints deep thoughts with words
the artist duplicates with paint;
sometimes described as 'sister arts',
disparities are only faint.
So passionate my need to draw
before my art with words began;
emotions caught with crayons first
and then with flowing paint, they ran.
Great images I longed to seize
to capture nature with a brush,
and with my colors blending life...
within my soul, I felt the rush.
Like meter, rhyme, a paintbrush moves
to balance rhythms of a scene
portrays deep beauty for the eyes...
'art-poetry'...not read, but seen.
November 12, 2016
Contest: Creativity In Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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