Plastic go-go
Yellow snow, O!
Iceman cometh
Hummingbird hummeth
Frostbite itch
Rapid eye twitch
31 Flavors
Winter, Savor
~ Really, this is a 'footle-like' couplet --
aka 'a fertile couplet.' lol. ~ gw
I am dawn
rusty like a ribald blade
You stole my castles without release
I didn't have the standard and logo
to catch on today
The Iceman has left the scene
and I count my loss
then thrumpted it with holes
Launcelot drew at the vue
still working out the time
and counted the dusty envelopes
of the day
Don't blame me if my words aren't fulfilled
to ride on overload
My eyes are full of Ghosts
The evening
wasted, full of masquerades
Whose smile and behavior are more devilish than Tom Cruise’s?
Naturally cast to play Maverick, daringly bending the rules.
Putting himself and his bestie Goose in danger, over and over.
They both are enjoying US Navy’s elite fighter weapons school.
Maverick is conceited, cocky, and super believably over-confident
As is Iceman, his nemesis, and major competitor, played by Val Kilmer.
The two together carry this movie to an exciting fruition.
Maverick's flirtation with Charlie, astrophysics instructor adds pizazz.
I do not think you will be bored if you rent this one dated 1986.
Thirty-seven years later, it still makes me smile.
Of course Goose’s death will always be sad, even now.
A frozen pulse a synergy and soon she was iced like cold hard glass.
Poor Clea in her purple orchid dress ensconced in a crevice of time,
from the icy tendrils of Ikthalon. Icy winds blow from the bowels of hell
she is rendered still as ice pellets pelt on her weakened body;
He wraps the sun and blindfolds the stars then plummets to earth with demonic intentions to search and destroy.
Along comes an omega mutant " Iceman" with a
hard packed intention to stop the villain from exploiting her.
Radiating intense cold from every tendon and nerve in his body,
he wraps a gossamer fabric round her to thaw her gently from
the frost bites and nips of her emissary, the evil Doctor Strange.
A multi-verse madness of evil it was but as the clock struck twelve
in Time Square, Clea defrosts and sashays forward in her pencil dress.
Using her tele-ported thoughts, she enters another dimension where
Icemen are heroes and Spiderman rules.
This is where the story ends folks. Tune in for a sequel,
same place same time, reporting to you from Time Square.
Aug 7 2022
Patrick Ewing
What you chewing?
Larry Bird
Hall-of-Fame assured
Scottie Pippen
Lid's still flippin'
Tim Duncan
Legacy hasn't sunk in
Bill Bradley
Didn't play badly
Walt Frazier
Sharp as a razor
Moses Malone
The backboard you owned
George (The Iceman Cometh) Gervin
a-wigglin' and swervin'
Reggie Miller
4th-quarter killer
Manute Bol
Bless his soul
The iceman was coming, t’was ice that I smelt
Another ice storm, was about to be dealt
More ice to be salted
And more ice to melt
I’m no fan of ice, and that’s how I felt.
Empty old man embedded in his chair
Locked in his years and trapped in ancient pain
Silent, cold and purposely unaware.
That velvet chair - his prison, his domain,
Had swallowed up his life, his heart, his mind.
A silent king, he sat in silent reign.
In younger days he often was inclined
To laugh and dance and celebrate a song.
But now, by stony silence he's defined.
When he decreed that life had all gone wrong,
He crawled within himself and locked the door.
And prayed his days would end before too long.
But fate commands what man cannot ignore
His years rolled on 'til he was ninety-eight,
And with one tear, was silenced evermore.
A bug trapped in amber.
Fossil flowers in a stone.
Sabre tooth caught in tar.
Iceman asleep in a glacier.
Nature doesn't care!
Nature makes no judgements,
cares not who you are,
drops you in your tracks!
If by some diabolical magic
life could be restored at
the moment it stopped,
each being would find its
new destiny in many ways.
Bug will take its next step.
Flowers complete their cycle.
Sabre tooth would stalk and
Iceman could complete his journey.
How different the creatures trapped
in media slime?
We define, limit, and pin
them in a book without room
to wiggle.
Our judgements fix their lives
far better than amber.
Can I meet a Jew without thinking Holocaust?
Can I work with a black person without thinking slavery?
Can he work with me without thinking knavery?
All those defined as the "other"
are iced and framed relentlessly
by memes, visual and aural bites.
What a world it could be if our next step
was taken with a complete tabula rosa.
Stranger things beacon
these young teen agers
when a bald-headed
professor
saw them individually-telekelically
a girl a Marvel girl
she could perform miracles
can read minds nothing can be hidden
from this red head beauty
next,...
a cool tween miss guided a little mean
pick on lonely so he spend his youth
frozen, he couldn't be nice
so he was iced, a Iceman
next...
kinda athletic
sort of pathetic
funny somewhat elongated big hands
big feet
Hank the hairy Beast
next...
a hot head or should I say
He has an EYE
for destruction he had better not look at ya
Cyclops
next last but not endangered
Rich boy at least his parents are
His name he goes by is Angel
The wings on his back, shedding sometimes feathers in his lap
These teens are strange yes
Gathered together being trained in the DANGER ROOM by
Professor X
mutants in kind
Beyond humans my oh my
Together teen mesh
these are
the
XMEN
11/04/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr. POETMAN -->X MAN
For years she thought his heart would warm up,
and open the door for her world. It felt like walking
in summer clothes in the north pole,
whenever she touched his chest;
she couldn't sigh, breathe or move.
It's as though he was afraid her hands would
melt his frozen heart,
and unravel his secrets.
Sometimes she joked, and asked him whether
he was an Iceman in his past life,
which he shrugged off,
as hailstorms gathered in his eyes.
Every day the space between them was becoming colder
and wider; she couldn't tell between winter
and summer anymore.....
He is a porcupine
Armed with lethal quills
You massage his butts
Butts from which comes atomic bomb
He fumes and shoots himself
Apparently a terrorist attack
He is a wild domestic bird
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils
Eyes of a wild cat
His hands bleed with honey
He tastes it not
He is a scorpion of the plain
He stretches his wrinkled tail
The tail which is lethal
The tail which does not retaliate
It only stings his back
His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun
Warmth that does not melt ice
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell
Do guard this gezira from the iceman
He spits beer and spirits
He indulges in them
And urinates with his belt
His mouth is a heap of tusks
Which earns him no sterling pound
You iceman with coded language
You are the cradle of dismay
Your footprints are mass graves
You laugh when he removes his trousers
And orders it to enter his wallet
Are you a wizard?
You call him a jackass
To cry beer and spirits
Before he scavenges on his own carcass
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil
You wizard must die of asthma
I may not be Perfect but I have one of the purest Heart of Gold, I carry my Heart on my sleeve and like this I shall be until I grow old.
I'm not a bookworm or Original Gangster I do however have an old-school mentality an original Latin Flavor.
I can be as humble as my upbringing allows me to but don't be fooled, I can easily tell it like it is become a Puerto Rican Iceman with a cold tongue and cut you with brutal truths.
I love the day yet I find more tranquility at night embracing it's Gothic vampiric presence, Just lay back count the stars and be entrapped by the Moonlights essence.
I am a vested individual with many earned patches you can try to figure my world but there are many methods to my madness.
I am no poser I am who I am I Love my Family and cherish true Friends my name is Shawn Munoz I say this with a thunderous shout you can choose to stay a part of world or simply get out. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
The pain that young man felt was very close
to what hell would be like. Richard watched
and heard this poor soul scream and beg for
his life over and over again. Richard
did not have a conscience. The beatings that
he took from both his parents created this
monster. He was immune to someone else's
horrific pains, It didn't bother him. When he
was a child he would tie two cats together by
their tails and throw them over a clothesline,
and watch them claw each other to death.
The film was completed. The poor man was
eaten to where most his bones were exposed
and his flesh was gone. He then delivered the
the film to his boss, a well known mobster.
9/18/2015 PLEASE READ IAN GUYLER'S
RATMAN COMETH..................................
You can actually see this horrendous video
by going to You Tube and going to Serial
Killer Hitman Richard Kuklinski The
Iceman Documentary. This is not for the
fainthearted. WARNING VERY GRAPHIC
MATERIAL for those of you that want to
view this. Also he was also known as the
Iceman. A book The Iceman written by
Anthony Bruno is his life story. It will
turn your world upside down. Incredible
reading.
Though we all were taken by his helpful and happy smile,
said he came from a creature that seem so cold and vile,
Something about this fellow that made me look away,
there was a presence in his passing that bring dark to the day,
So full we are of this expectant hope,
through the walking of his shadows is how we all will cope,
I saw something chilling and it lingered in his eyes,
Then we seen that traces of fear that ran across the skies
this is a time in my life I rather not believe,
as days grown a fever in disbelief in his wisdom that may and shalll deceive
as his light will drop you to your knees,
a plague so fearless to shrivel up the trees,
I know he is mine to only wonder, if his love I shall keep,
for this day has come to choose if we only give in to his sleep.
A chill wind blows..
Cutting thro our bones...
We shake and quiver....
Even huskies stand and shiver....
We huddle in the corners...
Our heads are cold..
Freezing cold...
My thumbs are turning red...
Our feet are numb...
Are they dead?....
That chill wind blows...
showers us with stiffness...
Our heads and bodies..
Useless....
Freezing standing still...
No will...........
That cold will kill....
Our teeth are chattering...
Rattling...
My nose is turning blue...
Our cheeks are reddened..
Looking sore...
Lips are soft no more...
So chaffed and blistered..
So very..
very sore...
The iceman comes and strips
us to the bone....
So chilled.....
That numbing coldness...
You are no friend of mine...
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