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World Champions
Linton " The Heckler " Crampton
&
" The Kreul " Selmer Hurd
Engaged in Grapplefare verses
" Big " Bibby Shuttercrest
&
" The Big Knuckle" Jorge Gigerium
With Manager Richard.Grindhart
Special guest referee
" Succii Sentualist " Borge Calloway
A classic encounter. The fans made the most of it by teasing Big Bibby, and Booing Grindhart
Several exchanges and also of wrestling, and 10:20 Gigerium quieted the crowd when he
Body slammed Big Bibby onto their opponet
Selmer Hurd. The further hushed to silence when he piledrove Selmer and appeared to be on the edge of victory. When from ringside "Golden Stellar" Orsi Gordy came to the ringside area. He distracted Shuttercrest to allow Crampton to roll and small package Shuttercrest for the victory. At the end of the bout words exchanged between Gigerium and Calloway. Calloway whipped Gigerium into ropes and speared him, to the delight of the fans.
Categories:
linton, clothes, music, sports,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
canon xf 400 4k uhd-----eos 80d dslr
aja clon14 and hd 35mm
w. Hekel Linton
Ibanez Rickenbacker
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Categories:
linton, art, clothes, film, jobs,
Form: Ballad
The houses were gone, no roads made of stone,
just the familiar dry, adobe scene,
Linton shook his head,”I gotta get home,
don’t care if it’s barley past three!”
He reached his cottage, his mind pondering,
found his wife inside putting soup on,
couldn’t help but smile at her swollen belly
pressing forwards against her white apron.
She said,”Dear, what ever brings you home now?
The other men are still out on the range.”
Linton shook his head, and let out a sight,
said,”My love, it’s been a very strange day.”
He told her of stone roads, and massive houses,
of the strange boy, the police, and the whores,
when he mentioned them, she shielding her stomach,
said,”We don’t take about those days any more!”
He said,”Just as well, cause the more I think,
the more I’m worried I might have gone mad.”
She smiled,”I think you’ve had too much sun,
go lie down if you’re feeling that bad.”
Linton did so, then said, as he relaxed,
“The day didn’t leave me completely insane.
My love what do you think, if we have a girl,
of choosing ‘Norma’ to use as her name?”
Categories:
linton, adventure, confusion, history, people,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Daddy, mommy, why are you laying me down on the grave?
I was dreaming before that you’ll be putting me in my cozy crib.
Are you so remorseful and that's the reason you are crying?
I’m only five months old trying to understand your feeling.
You got married so young and you didn’t know what to do
You didn’t take care of me in your womb but, still I love you so.
I was dreaming and wishing you to nurture me with your love
Give all the things I need until I grow and make you proud.
I am so deeply wounded, but I forgive you with what you did
I’ll just be your little angle to guide you both and your next kid.
As we bid goodbye then , bring with you my shattered dreams
I do plead, to my brothers or sisters make them whole again.
Daddy, mommy, thank you so much for my very beautiful name
Don’t forget your Baby Shalom whose love will forever be the same.
First Place
Contest: Unborn Babies Dream
Judged: 10/14/2012
Poet Sponsor: Scribe Marlon Linton
Written: Oct. 11,2012
Categories:
linton, i love you, love,
Form: Couplet
For nine months, have curled inside
Shall be out kicking, effort more than a glide
Will be slapped to life by Existence outside
Cry shall launch me on life’s earthly ride
Till this stage, sure there exists no option
Leave alone, a fancy dream
But, in the phase thereafter
Have few dreams that existence matters
Curled enough, would like to walk looking at stars
let not world again force me to bend inflicting scars
Have lived a disciplined life as an embryo
Don’t entrap me into violation, manipulation, accumulation trio
Have lived on borrowed food and oxygen
Would like to breathe fresh air, not used to pollution
Allow me to earn daily bread, have never starved any day, any season
After days hard work, let me sleep sans sleeping pills for any reason
Pure was my soul, empty hands but with no terror bomb
As in womb, let me go as good human being in tomb
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~ Hitendra Mehta
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Entry for Members contest – October 2012
Contest name - Unborn Babies Dream by Scribe Marlon Linton
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Categories:
linton, fantasy, me, life, me,
Form: Free verse
Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray
poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals,
in the heady light of day good men reel
recalling these morbid missiles played.
Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray
bringing uncalled for blackness to congeal
oft in coddled, crimson, rivers most surreal
on pathways and walls, red ricochets.
Call back those loosed demons, wants, desires ...
become a brighter bit of coal transformed
a flaming diamond full of holy light,
'fore the bullets tear and youth expires,
praise not the bigot, brash and uninformed.
Be the truth which knows no ending, defy ...
for foul anger, hatred, violence, all underlie,
the crumpled wall, the tattered form, the child's sigh,
all poison piercing's guns and bullets buy.
Play not the shill for evil men who lie.
Let youth and fire... form facets.. for the right
and strengthen all that's growing in the light.
Caudate Sonnet
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*Inspired by "Scared Bullet" by The Scribe (Marlon Linton)
Categories:
linton, angst, death, fear, funeral,
Form: Verse
THE GENESIS OF GENIUS
Someone's in the room drinking stale beer and smoking menthol cigarettes
someone's in the parlor playing poker while making foolish bets
someone's having her seventh baby this earth needs like it needs more pollution
and then there's a genius like me trying to come up with a solution
someone one's seeking answers that are so hard to find
someone's got secrets and perversion on his mind
someone's looking for a genius he thinks is over there
when he's standing with me and my brilliance laid bare
everyone's looking for an excuse they can write down in notes
every phony politician is paying lobbyists for votes
every physician is seeking a patient to see
while all he has to do is consult a genius like me
everyone's trying as hard as they can to prove they're not dumb
Yet they can't see the destruction I know is sure to come
everyone has prayers and know there are hungry people to feed
while all the time they need only find a genius like me to end gregariousness and greed
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
linton, angst, me, me,
Form: Quatrain
Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.
I met awesome poets when I came here,
but none like Marge, for she is much like me.
She’s both a poetess and sonneteer
who writes in forms of classic poetry.
One day dear Margaret just disappeared.
I sent her notes, but she did not reply.
And then some time ago she reappeared
just to leave again! I’m not sure why.
Marge says she’s coming back, so I’ll not fret.
More sonneteers I‘ve happily since met!
For Cyndi MacMillan's "Missing Soupers - We Love You"
Categories:
linton, friendship,
Form: Sonnet
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I officially subscribe to your ingenious wordplay melee today.
Enhancing waves in brains tomorrow, eliminating sorrow this way.
The hot fire you've prescribed heals my painful condition.
Inspiring me with firing your scrabbling ammunition!
Now and then we all have come across a piece of poetic perfection.
Your poem "INSPIRATION" gives due cause for your work's further inspection!
***a small dedication to a poet on Poetry Soup who wrote a poem which has me currently on a "Writing Roll". I thank you for sharing your poem Margaret Linton Lassie!
(NOW, someone please inspire me to type out this massive load of new poems!!! note: I write all my poems out on paper and post very few :( ~JoeY
Categories:
linton, dedication, happiness, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
six baby ducklings
sailing behind proud mother...
empty broken shells
seasonal--ducklings--spring
Written: 31/10/2011 Margaret A Linton Lassie
contest: strict haiku
sponsor: Charles Henderson
Categories:
linton, nature,
Form: Haiku