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FROM THE DESK OF HUGE GRAPPLYN
IS BEING BOUGHT TO YOU BY
the action packed love story...
"SINGLED"
THE FILM STARRING
DRICCER DENNLES AND hEATHER HOLT
cinema-cinema films
in theaters
September 29 2019
hugh grapplin reports.......
HELLO WRESTLING FANS. THEEIRS A LOT OF WRESTLING : HAPPENING
AND WE WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON....
WE START WITH SOME EXCITMENT: IT HAPPENED IN CANADA...
IT WAS BOOKED TO BE EXCITING. THE HEADLINE SAID TO LOOK OUT
FOR WHAT YOU ALL WAYS DREAMED OF.
CHAMPION VERSES CHAMPION,
WINNER TAKES ALL
THE PRIDE OF MAN WORLD
CHAMPIONSHIP SERIES...
THE WORLD HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION OF
THE WORLD COUNCIL OF WRESTLING
" THE WORLDS FINEST" LAUN SHARE
VERSES
CANADIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING LEAGUES
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
"FIGHT READY" FYSTA CARL IROQUOIS
accompanied by his manager
" the advantage" Dealton Brice
it was what is was said to be. something people the world over would want to see. 58:13 ( fifthy three minutes thriteen seconds) of great wrestling enjoyment.
the " fermoir de paortiers" verses " sasori noyar" ended with
a belly to belly and a pinfal. and a newly crowned united world champion. if the other guy had won it would have been a newly crowned International council of wrestling champion.
Some body in massachuttees is opening a new office. Mr fight Ready is a dually crowned titlist.
We can't show the film due to complications with the new company. details next week!
bassoon bastein and cantre nilton won the
bestever brawl
two ring 18 men
the dual championship
texas roadhouse rules
saw these two end the night as
trophy sharers
they meet in Texas to deside who's the number one contender
rumor has it. Brickton Price will be at ringside
you know Price he's the one
who beat Drifter distance for the world title in 2018
well after a stint in boxing
he's back. and he's looking for some attention.
After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be parted.
Through our long years of dreaming to be one
we grew toward an enigmatic light
that gently warmed our tendrils. Was it sun?
We had no eyes to tell; we loved despite
the lack of all sensation—all but one:
we felt the night’s deep chill, the air so bright
at dawn we quivered limply, overcome.
To touch was all we knew, and how to bask.
We knew to touch; we grew to touch; we felt
spring’s urgency, midsummer’s heat, fall’s lash,
wild winter’s ice and thaw and fervent melt.
We felt returning light and could not ask
its meaning, or if something was withheld
more glorious. To touch seemed life’s great task.
At last the petal of me learned: unfold.
And you were there, surrounding me. We touched.
The curious golden pollens! Ah, we touched,
and learned to cling and, finally, to hold.
Originally published by The Raintown Review and nominated for the Pushcart Prize; since published by Ancient Heart Magazine (UK), The Eclectic Muse (Canada), Sonnetto Poesia (Canada), FreeXpression (Australia), Boston Poetry Magazine, The Orchards, Strange Road, On the Road with Judy, Complete Classics, Better Than Starbucks, Fullosia Press, Glass Facets of Poetry, The New Formalist and Trinacria
ETERNAL GRATITUDE
(Dedicated to the memory of my parents*)
My beloved parents,
Humbly,
Before the altar of your memory, I kneel
Wishing this little “poem” of mine to offer
A down payment of my eternal gratitude
For bringing me to life
Undeniably difficult it is for me
All you have done for me, to name
So, only to a few of your actions, I will refer
Forgive me for having only that to say.
Worth mentioning, that you would agree,
Are the things both of you have shown:
Your heroism, your suffering, your selfless sacrifice
For up to bring the family and to keep all of us alive.
The nights, I remember vividly, you passed
Standing at my side, trying to help me as you could
When the threshold of death approached
Thrice, ready for the dark oblivion to fly.
Also, the days when both of you struggled valiantly
A slice of bread to find,
To feed all the six of us and to help us survive.
Your health, your youth, your leisure
Both of you, did, for us surrender
Leaving thus this ephemeral world
Just in your early forties.
Your anguish only to imagine I can
How we alone would survive
For all the six of us, children were
From three and up fifteen
Your souls are now aware
We orphans were by GOD adopted
Each has nothing anymore to fear
For are by Him protected.
In peace, let your souls rest
Close to our divine Father
For your children, children have
And they, in their turn, have children!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2013
* I come from an impoverished family of eight. Two died when an infant and the other six survived and lived on four different continents: Europe, Asia, America, and Oceania, having children and grandchildren. Thus my mother’s wish to have many children, so they spread out and “Occupy” the whole world, has materialized for the most part! Thank GOD for granting my mother, her Wish! I have lived, studied, and taught in Canada for eighteen years. Members of my family live there, and they have children and grandchildren.
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Billions of tons of ice melt every year, climate change
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
Planet Earth has suffered many disasters, henceforth
As oceans swirl and cause worldwide havoc, a total range,
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Bush Fires cause incalculable damage to homes, once orth,
Now in ruins, animals die, bush, trees destroyed, people rearrange,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
In Australia, Knysna South Africa, Canada, other places, its wrath,
Sweeping across countryside, suburbs forcing snakes to writhe,
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Frightening storms lightening, dangerous by water or a porth,
People, animals, tall structures at risk, comfort for safety in exchange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
People across our globe we plead with you, help us go forth
To find a solution, for we will all perish if we don’t, we must arrange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
Poetry Contest : A Major World Problem
Sponsored By: L Milton Hankins
Dated : 18/04/2021
Extra! Extra!
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Boy saves man from drowning!
Joey Softshoe was surfing yesterday
near the breakers
With hair blowing and breeze in his face
and feet on his board, finding dolphin waves peeking
Joey says he heard a scream coming from his left,
where he turned and saw a man going under.
Without hesitation Joey paddled his board
over to the man, now identified as Billy Joe Bob,
from Canada
Joey pulled Billy Joe onto his board,
then made his way to shore.
Billy Joe survived and thanked Joey,
by buying him a new board
Joey says he'll use it tomorrow,
after six grade class
contest The Good News Paper
10/17/14
always, always books
have meant so much
to me
I like the weight of a book
my hands caressing the pages
they have taken me
to many far off places
I have been to France
Italy, Japan
the North Pole
and deep dark Africa
and many other countries of earth
I have walked rainforests
walked cobbled streets
climbed high mountains
felt the Sahara heat
seen all the blue oceans
and gathered sea shells
have listened to the oceans whisper
with their rolling waves
oh, all of nature's wonders can be found
in books
all the creatures of earth
and every kind of bird and flower
and all things green
on pages if you look
I have journeyed across Canada
from ocean, to ocean, to ocean
I have gone on a vision quest
meditated with monks in their
mountain temples
stood on a mountain cliff
with the wind in my hair
rode a unicorn white horse
have researched poets of old
and the great art masters
researched their histories and work
and so much more ...
and I never left home
except in my mind_
_______________________
March 23, 2022 (Edit of a short poem)
Poetry/Free Verse/always books
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1441-794-23
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand 1095
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/25/2022
Gawd! I awoke this morning wondering what I'm doing in this miserable place!
I thought the oath I took was to defend America's shores, not a foreign race!
The French made a mess and ran, now, America has to straighten things out.
It's a civil war and personally I don't give a damn what the politicians tout!
The president and his minions are making millions off my miserable back,
While I wade through these gawd-forsaken paddies dodging shells and flak!
Maybe I should've gone to Canada but I would have let my father down,
Who fought in another war and returned with honor to his hometown.
Colonels and generals sit on their butts in Saigon adding medals to their collection,
Enjoying air conditioning, steak, ice cream and the finest whiskey selection.
I dine on C-rations, get a shower once a month and a warm beer now and then.
I hear the screams of wounded buddies and weep at the agony of dying men.
I hear back home that peaceniks call us baby killers and spit on returning heroes!
If I ever get back home and that happens to me, I'll punch the SOBs in the nose!
Nams don't appreciate what we're doing and its a shame our people have to die,
While a lot of their young guys avoid the gore of war hoping it'll pass them by.
As I sit here in this filthy foxhole with water up to my knees, I fervently pray,
I can make it through my tour without a scratch and get home to a better day.
Will America ever learn from history and stay out of other people's wars,
And learn from the futility of war while the loss of our blood and treasure soars?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
© All Rights Reserved
Honorable Mention in Miranda Lambert's "World of War: Vietnam" Contest
Apr 2011
I received a letter from Toronto,Canada...
stating that I had won the De-Lotto North
American Sweepstakes in the amount
of $ 150,000.00 US dollars! Oh, I went bananas!
So I called the office line with much surprise:
1-416-939-8265 and a gentlman,
with an accent, answered the phone;
I asked him if the winning was real,
and he replied," Of course it is! "
I thought to myself, " It sounds like a scam! '
This morning, my bank returned
the forfeit check to me,
with a return fee of ten dollars;
and I was furious and mad
to have fallen for that scam!
But the good news is:
they didn't get any of the money,
the tax amount of $2,850!
Cringe your teeth,
you miserable thieves:
you are being exposed
by someone who's fearless and outraged!
Today, I have sent an e-mail
to the fakecheck.org in Albany,
telling them about the scam letter...
alerting the other would-be-victims anywhere,
so they don't go singing to their bank;
I hate to see them cheated out of their money!
These unscrupulous people, stealing your identity,
should be persecuted to the full exent of the Law,
and when they're caught, I like to be in the judy's row:
I'll stare at their deceitful faces and read the verdict loudly!
Mr. Greg Peters And Brian McDonald,
whether your names are real...
and wherever you are right now:
remember, you can defraud others...not me!
I inhale the scent,
slightly sweet and smokey
pungent with the overtones
of alcohol to burn.
The first taste rolls
along the tongue,
Rich and Rare Reserve,
and I'm tasting you.
Smokey, smooth,
acrid overtones,
just a touch of bitterness
enough to recall: highs
are only as tall as their lows.
The amber floating in the glass
reflects that golden brown
flecks of your eyes,
nose to nose. Swimming
in your depths.
I close lid and lash to shut out
the HD video stream,
only to smell leather
and Armani blended
with a hint of muskiness,
and a shiver attacks
my spine. You.
Slowly, I open my eyes
taking one more sip,
Ensnared by a smile
across my table.
Eyes darker, warmer
Crown Royal Black
floods, heating my
cheeks and breast.
Yes, it seems I adore
my bourbon from Canada,
my men from Texas,
and my memories
rich and rare,
and bittersweet.
Our president says, “Bring the factories back,
Rebuild the mills, get us on track.”
He looks at the rust belt, sees sorrow and tears,
Whole towns undone by decline through the years.
I have a bike made by Trek
They can't make it here, said an exec
He explained that nobody here makes any part
A whole bike ecosystem needed to restart.
So Trump raised tariffs, a hammering blow,
But allies responded with a resounding "no."
In Germany, most consumers are taking action
In France, "Boycott USA" has gotten traction.
Down under, Aussies can now buy U.S. beef
But buyers won't buy them, the hopes were brief.
Japs and Filipinos see Trump as a bully
It's our exporters that feel the pain fully.
In Denmark, Euro products are marked with a star
It helps consumers know which products to bar.
Chinese, Irish, British, you name it
Refuse to buy our stuff, cannot tame it.
Canada has an app called "Maple Scan"
It identifies our brands, for the voluntary ban.
The leftist party that governs would have lost the vote
But Trump really got the average Canadian's goat.
Tariffs also drive countries to trade with China more
India is one example, They are feeling really sore
Japan and South Korea pursue a new China pact
Wasn't it predictable how they'd all react?
It didn't help that Trump floated the idea of Canada annexation
Doesn't he understand their pride in their nation?
Tariffs alone couldn't cover the cost,
Of trust broken, of friendship lost.
In most cases, I think tariffs were a mistake
We have to look why things in the U.S are costly to make.
Let's work on that, not create enemies from friends
Not all means reach desired ends.
And yes, many countries protect factories and food production
Subsidies, tariffs, they feel the same seduction.
But we're not blameless either, and we can sink our boat
by retreating into a fort, surrounded by a tariff moat.