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most of all
most would agree
it's common to all
most would see
yet I bow
and take applause
stand on virtue
without a cause
I agree at times
dispute most
to draw attention
to what you opposse
I sing in choir
to blend my voice
do my solo thang
it by choose
stubble bare
to bruise heal
cast the effords
than to reveal
yet than ponder
and stand round by round
remind you all
this is fertile ground
plant my seeds
to watch them grow
harvest my yeilds
and let streams flow
might I be beatin'
say this to them
echo's of mercy
whispers of love
echo's in valleys
peace flyin doves
the stones in streams
are often slippery
these echo's of mercy
are whispers of love!
Disclaimer, Words of the Opposing Grappler who wished to unify his struggling companies World title, against the Foreign Companies World Championship, He was defeated not in battle but in the negotiating stages of the unification series...... Copyrighted 2016, New York press, Information Not released, Deemed "Confidential"
Justice alert
An Old Lady with strong Faith
Knows how to carry to great length
Didn’t have to spin to turn into Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman Grandma carried every day
A Mugger thought an Old Lady being an easy prey
He Forget to kneel and pray
The Mugger lurked and looked for an opportunity
It turned out to be a defeated reality
He attacked and Wonder Woman Grandma went into action just like that
She knocked him down
The Mugger went to the ground
He tried to attack a second time
Failed again and again
He didn’t know that Wonder Woman Grandma had Indian tribe blood origin
Full of courage, strength and keenness
The Mugger ran like a punk
Wonder Woman Grandma proved don’t under estimate an Old Lady
She packed more than just age
The punk was defeated full of rage
He got what he deserved because he didn’t behave
Forced to retreat
Got agony of defeat
The Wonder Woman Grandma is a true story
It’s my actual Grandma
A woman of wisdom
Living in God’s kingdom
High in the sky with my Grandpa
Wonder Woman Grandma
Strength in character
Standing for all Grandma’s all over the world
Hero
Victor story
Rewarded in Glory.
"I'm not paid to be a role model. I'm paid to wreak
havoc on the basketball court". Charles Barkley
Pop Eye, the sailor man, with the aid of spinach,
always defeated a much bigger man; but did he feed
5,000 with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread?
Spider man, my grandson's superhero; but can he raise
the dead or come back from the dead?
Tarzan, loved by the wild ones and king of the jungle;
but did he turn water to wine or walk on water?
Superman, steel bender, high leaper, train stopper;
but did he give sight to the blind or cleanse a leper?
The Long Ranger (the mask man), Tonto, and Silver,
rescued many and never took the credit;
but did they heal the sick?
Batman and Robin to the rescue; but can they command
the raging sea to 'be still'?
I agree with Mr. Barkey that parents should be role models,
and my parents were mine. But I have another who is
awesome and incomparable; My role model, my superhero,
but more. He's a super savior from any ailment or from any
of endless situations and sins. Born of a virgin, died at the age
of 33 in my place, rose from the dead, and ascended into heaven.
He is my Superhero and so much more. His name is JESUS!
090322PSCtest, Superhero or Supervillain. Robert James Liguori
Giant jets monitor the sky
Patiently waiting, for a screaming cry
Flanked by backdrop painted blue
Setting they flew
Icey cool
Seeking a gigantic, ocean pool
An identified object, ready to emerge
Piercing the atmosphere, experiencing its purge
Returning from the unknown
Coming home
Completing a ten-day mission
A spectacular vision
Now job is done
Success won
Picture perfect descent
Time well spent
Parachutes ease the dive
Ending the ride
Landing turning into a float
A galactical boat
Precise pinpoint shot
Transitioning astronaut heroes hot
Welcoming the sunset hour
Wanting celebration power
Back east
There is peace
Going fore the green
Sport jackets a dream
Trophy fashionable in style
Worth walking a few miles
Throughout the Augusta open space
Eagles earning a smiley face
Due to accurate decisions
Accomplishing a seventy-two-hole mission
Where winning could come down
To a perfectly presented round
Filled with mathematical correctness
Defeated consequences if there is a miss
Resulting, come back next week with a little less hiss
Since it takes three cornered Amens
When
Safely planted back on earth
Defending humanity’s turf
Active billionaires
We get tired of his face, which is a mirror
into his soul shows an obsession with self
has drowned his tender heart was
in agreement with the world around him
it is about power, the dislikeable want
to be loved, to show strength is second
best to be feared when love fails
overactive and exhaustive, he bothers
about things that are unimportant for
for us, but of vital interest his one road
self-centered intelligence, to be liked he
has to feign compassion for those he sees
as a loser and secretly despises
in silent moments, he senses his loss,
but feels defeated til the engine of his busy
life revs up, and he can throw himself into
the clamor of a life that is a mere echo of
the loss he has suffered.
The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me.
Till the longing lover defeated me.
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The organic chemistry of memory
is faster than light.
it cannot be deleted, only defeated.
That cellular crucible deletes itself
by an entropy of catalytic reactions.
Stop stoking the flames
then the ash will then fly away.
Whose your daddy, whose your ma?
Who parents your life, now that the parents
have become your children, progeny recollected
by old images of yourself.
The world, that part of the brain we know as us,
it is always incomplete,
it does not evolve, it only recalls itself
over and over again.
We are unborn, the progenitors of
an imagined ancestry.
Our legacy is a rootless mirage,
and we can never delete
what never was.
Warriors of the realm, come the morrow's first light
We engage in a battle, and we must prevail
To bravely defend castle and lands. We must fight
against pillaging foes. Our attack dare not fail.
We march to war with banners raised, and flag flying.
With our swords drawn, the raiders will be defeated.
Victory ours, while the enemy lies dying.
Our triumph told in legends, proudly repeated.
Men, let these words I speak, fill you with fierce desire
to protect loved ones and our holdings to the death.
May your spirit be bold, when hope seems to be dire.
We will champion what is ours, with every breath.
Side by side we will stand upon the battlefield
As guardians of our realm, we will never yield!
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September 19, 2020
A Warrior Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
And the Poets and musicians and creative types
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity
But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
Can’t be defeated forever
He will lurk out there
Until the time is ripe
And mankind again falls under
The spell of the body snatcher
Bureaucrats and corporate clones
Govbots and faceless bureaucrats
And poetry and creativity
Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls
The poet within me
Smiles
Knowing that some day
He will defeat the bureaucrats
That so oppresses the world
Someday
They will be the ones
Hiding in the shadows
And the poet will have his revenge
Until that day
He bids his time
Occasionally coming out
Taking over my soul
And writing these stories
Before returning to his hiding space
Deep within my soul
Tomorrow I put on my suit
And return to battle
With all of the other clones
Automats govbots
And faceless bureaucrats
And my poet
Smiles
Laughing while my soul
Slowly twists
Dying in the wind
And I begin another day
In the city of Washington
The center of the beast
Hell Central
The center of the cosmic conspiracy
That has lasted centuries
Man has lost
We are all slaves
To the machines
The poet screams
But is not heard
The machine can’t be bothered
The system does not compute
The anguish of crushed humanity
The system demands
More and more
Until the life within is crushed
And we embrace our enemies
And are absorbed
Resistance is indeed futile
I've found land again, the darkest land that I have seen,
And I can't see a single thing.
I sense these peoples ears perk up as I begin to lie again,
"I'm staying in sick again",
Huhh these lies ain't thickening.
Status update, now I'm writing silly s-it again,
On impulse, must be the ADHD kicking in.
Depression retakes its hold on me,
But I'm not being pulled into no sea.
I look at these demons,
and how they treat me,
It's time to rise up and beat em',
Not be defeated.
Don't call me a freak
just because I went through things that caused me to stop believing,
I'm a get this darkness out of my reality,
I'm a live through this
No, I won't stop breathing!
Smash some light into this world, I'm a cremate it, infinite,
as I drop bomb after bomb on them,
I'm a have the greatest fight of all time,
and I'm not gona stop until the battle's won.
I'm not afraid, I can make it different,
try and fail repeat it back again.
I'll rip this whole world of black apart,
An immense light seeps, I see, I weep.
An artistic flush,
The whole rainbow appears,
releasing my fears,
now I'm an enlightened fella.
Set a different course to the rest of the crowd,
A special route to make one feel crowned,
gold hearted,
The sort the royals have knighted,
A gladiator or King Arthur,
There's too many metaphors,
But I am at my strongest,
Satan's armies would RUN if they saw this!
Now, now, bloaw!
I'm elevating up to the top, I can't stop, I'm looking down on all of the world,
Nowadays I'm on top of this pain and it can't hurt or affect me anymore.
I feel so good, it's insane, I feel like I won the most epic of all wars.
I've got the power in me to grow strong and become an unstoppable forging force!
I'm a straighten up my stride,
I'll Never Give Up Hope, Not In Any Moment, NEVER, NO.
I'm a retake my pride,
a giant rose, just because I didn't give up, I was so close.
Mercy to my gods, I carried on relentless, I held up, I escaped hell.
So thanks to those who helped, and gave me that pull back up.