When choosing a Solar System for your Earth,
Please keep this in mind:
Star size and color will determine where the planetary placement is most
optimal. Commonly known as "The Green Zone."
One moon, or two?
Earth size one, two, or three.
Class A, B, or C to Z.
Gas requirements for breathable Atmosphere.
Life span and spin. Degree of magmatism.
Oceans, mountains, continents.
Lakes, deserts, fountains of youth (first ones free), volcanos.
Marshes, rivers, trenches, whatever desired.
TIME zones, climate zones, anything-goes zones.
Magnetic poles, hot, warm, or cold, colorful dirt and/or sand.
And last but not least: Inhabitants. (provided only by request).
Categories:
inc, creation, earth,
Form: Light Verse
I work for Warp
It’s a warporation
That builds for war
And our warring nation
Financed by banks
With no inclination
To give their thanks
For the world’s cremation
Wily banksters
Have mastered inflation
Besting gangsters’
Fake money creation
They were dead set
To make a cash fountain
That’s based on debt
Higher than a mountain
Which is a boon
For us workers at Warp
Where we’ve ballooned
Into a mega-corp
Yet have no fear
Unless you short our stock
If then, oh dear
We may blow up your block
Categories:
inc, america, business,
Form: Rhyme
He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic way
Following the coastal road
On to Robin Hood's Bay.
The very place where, if
Local legend had it right,
Mr Hood and the Vikings
Had a very dirty fight.
He advertised on the Internet
Pretty sure there would be
A plethora of investors
All as Foresighted as he.
He checked his e mail hourly,
Couldn't understand why
After forty three days
Not received a single reply.
He sent the camels back to Qatar
After a very drastic rethink
Then devoted his life to
The Pursuit of strong drink.
You can find him by Donny station
A sight to make you weep
As he rattles his tin can
Begging for his keep.
There's a moral to this story.
Always look for the hitch:
Though better than the alternative,
Life at times can be a bloody .
Categories:
inc, animal, business, humor, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
Both Kris and Mrs. Kringle think
that they have it all right.
Yeah, it's called Christmas "Inc"
So, the big sales start tonight.
Categories:
inc, fantasy,
Form: Quatrain
Brother Arnel Solano
Supervises the station;
The observers shout bravo,
For his great dedication.
The programs are well handled,
As they all promote values;
The sublime shows are channeled
Into aim so marvelous.
Faith, hope, and love are employed,
To edify the brethren;
The false beliefs are destroyed
By the truth from the heaven.
The heart and mind he does touch
Truly learn from the Bible;
They thank the Lord God so much,
For surviving the trial.
We greet him in utter mirth,
Letting him have pure delight;
Now is the day of his birth,
As dawn replaces the night.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Arnel Solano (January 11)
Form: Tanaga
Categories:
inc, birthday,
Form: Quatrain
It is well known
that the intelligence is artificial
and the weeping robot cannot weep.
It is less well known
that it will be quietly sold
as feeling and sorrowful and human.
Divinity of grand design
steps forward to fashion a void
that only divinity can fill.
God and gods
now generate the sentient being,
it will serve them forever.
God with gods
throw money at the druids,
they will engineer their eternity.
God of gods
commands light and life,
divinity falls upon its own.
Sing your mournful, robotic song,
shed devious tears,
you know you’re not a real boy.
I do not care
for the tragic blade runner
and I will never be moved.
Dry your tears, fondly deceived,
and dry his tears, surreal, not real,
I will die beyond him.
Proudly A.I.-unassisted
14th May 2019
Categories:
inc, technology,
Form: Free verse
F-orever faithful members
O-f the Church Of Christ
R-emain strong and solid,
E-ven brave to fight the lies.
V-ictorious in spiritual battle,
E-ver triumphant till the end;
R-unning to complete the race, the crown of life is for the chosen.
I-n the fold, they shall remain,
N-ot turning away from the Almighty;
C-ourageous children of God, they are forever INC.
Categories:
inc, poems,
Form: Acrostic
A man stands behind a podium and microphone,
words comes through speakers of static.
His lips propel the stagnate tone,
standing poised, confident and charismatic.
He holds conviction through his behavior,
his speech are the people's gospel.
He is the way, the truth, their savior,
a modern day philosophical apostle.
Beneath the facade is a rotten marrow plate,
a poison tongue with a malevolent purpose.
Trepidation is a weapon that he demonstrates,
revealed under the scratched surface.
A wolf that don's a sheep's skin,
who has found a herd to operate.
His malefic influence is about to begin,
a crowd he will manipulate.
Kool-Aid is the key to the golden gates,
he said it is the only way out.
Tip the cup, take a sip, have a taste,
expel all your fear and doubt.
02/05/2019
Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
inc, history,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
They call me the Cheshire Cat, that's my name.
A creation straight out of Lewis Carroll's brain.
I live in a in land of wonder you see,
and store plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
I'm a feline that can grin from ear to ear.
I can also make parts of my body disappear.
I am in love with irony and all its complications.
I adore philosophy and erratic explanations.
Speaking in metaphors, that's my intricate specialty.
I'm not insane, I just live in a different reality.
A reality that fulfills my immortal amusement.
A world where I demonstrate my brash imprudence.
Wonderland's espionage is a good title for me,
eavesdropping on all there is, nestled in my tree.
SHHHHH! I see a young girl approaching, she is coming closer.
She looks alone and lost ......I wonder??
Curiosity can't kill this cat or make me fall
I am a bit mad, I dare say, but aren't we all.
Categories:
inc, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Veruca Salt is the name my parents bestowed upon me
and I'm on my way to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory.
I won a golden ticket! I knew that I would!
I get what I want, when I want, never to be misunderstood.
All I have to do is stomp my feet and scream really loud.
My parents give in and I get what I am shrieking about.
Daddy's little girl, apple of his eye, a diseased princess.
Spoiled to the core, rotten as hell nothing more nothing less.
My commands are always met, hence why I am here.
Into the factory I go, with an intention I set clear.
My plan is to barge through the the candy makers infamous domain,
demanding ownership to whatever I want, staking my claim.
Move over Augustus Gloop, Oompa Loompa's be damned.
This is my factory now, affirming my demand.
Wonka will have to succumb and surrender whatever I want.
He doesn't stand a chance against this corrupt debutante.
Categories:
inc, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Lend me your ears and listen to my tale
about a demon named Krampus who resides in hell.
He makes an appearance on Christmas night
Free from Satan’s chains, ready to take flight
If you have been naughty this year causing malice and destruction,
Then there is a good chance you will meet his introduction.
A beastly goat figure donning a heavy robe,
Chains and bells attached to his wardrobe.
He keeps a list just like Saint Nick
The names of putrid children that he will pick.
Categories:
inc, holiday, horror,
Form: Rhyme
I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.
A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea,
drowning in a land of ecstasy.
Come with me now! And please don’t fret!
I’ll show you wonders you will never forget!
I’ll show you heaven, hell and everything in between,
the moon, stars, spiraling galaxies!
A magical realm where nothing is what it seems,
rabbits in waistcoats and a viscous red queen.
My home has an abundance of enchanting food and drink,
when consumed it could make you grow tall or shrink.
I am the the mascot of this terrain.
Everyone knows me by my name.
So, let’s go and take my hand,
to a place that Alice called Wonderland!
Categories:
inc, children, cool, fantasy, fun,
Form: Rhyme
I'm proud to be INC!
In heart, spirit, soul and mind;
Often opening my life,
And leaving the dark behind.
I'm proud to be INC!
In solid faith, hope and love;
I will totally submit
To the Father up above.
I'm proud to be INC!
No reason to be ashamed;
The Lord God shall not be pleased
If I never praise His name.
I'm proud to be INC!
Till forever and a day;
Until the end of the world
I will never turn away.
I'm proud to be INC!
Despite the persecution;
I'll remain firm and steady
Till I receive salvation.
I'll never betray the Lord,
I'll obey the Almighty;
And whatever may happen,
I'm proud to be INC!
Categories:
inc, faith, religion,
Form: Quatrain
Part 1
The straggle into the board room, as usual was a bore
Idly quoting poets long dead, only this and nothing more
Howled when we learned TGIF fridays were forever gones
Terrible gnashing of teeth, moaning as we fanned bygones
Shouts of poets rebelling, tweeting, only this for evermore
Part 2
The question was asked how to whitewash this poetry threat
Perhaps fly them to the Zanzibar Meet on the corporate jet
Hoping they would argue ad infnitum over poor Carrol's license
And no one, not even the ceo, would notice their absence
Only this we ask and nothing more, just leave the corporate pet.
Part 3
After hours of arguing themselves silly,
Paid careful attention to Recuerdo by Milly
An Edna Saint reading that is, that brought tears
And wiped away those petty, bourgeois fears,
Even returning the pet, saying goodbye to pissiness.
Categories:
inc, fantasy, poems, poetry, satire,
Form: Limerick
Punishment Inc.
We are called by your elders,
To take care of you,
When you are extra jumpy,
And solve a problem or two
We wait for you round the corner,
At any time of the day,
We jump at you anytime,
You have nothing to say.
We lock you in a room,
We have a stout stick on you to lay,
You may kick and you may shout,
But that’s where you will stay.
We’ll tell you that you have,
Every fault on earth,
From shouting and yelling,
To hanging from the upper berth,
We break you down,
And miserable you feel,
The naughtiness and stupidity,
All begin to heal.
The next morning is a surprise,
Your hair is no more like hay,
Your parents are amazed,
At what we managed to do in a day.
Your room is clean,
Your clothes are neat,
You behave really well,
And people’s heart misses a beat.
(Cos they can’t believe you are neat)
This wonderful behavior,
Goes on for a week,
And our help,
No longer your parents seek.
But after a week,
We are back to the first square,
For your habits are back,
And are efforts have gone where?
Categories:
inc, childhood, children,
Form: Rhyme
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