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ROY OF THE LIGHT
Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light
He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the speed of light
and take any look he fancied..
now Roy fancied.. nay loved
loved them nice girls
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
WE nicknamed him WANDA ROY
For a travellor he was
the first of the pilgrims
ROY the just ROY, a mystique..
ROY a defender of the down trodden
ROY a defender of justice
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY the one who always saw more
yet admitted too little
they now say ROY roams the big city.. NAIROBI..
And did ROY love them gracious ladies
ROY of light indeed loved them fair lasses
ROY we loved to tease.. the skirt snitch..,
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY thou an ordained brother of the church
ROY now a musician
ROY morrow a cop
ROY the next day a movie star
ROY you are but the star of light
ROY a computer wizard
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
Unlike kunti the king ostrich
my head is unburried under the sand
dont i know ROY.. ROY my kinsman
ROY who taught me eloquence
ROY the teacher of subtle
and master of martial arts
i believe ROY for we grew up together
ROY a resource beneath the cloud
ROY a variant of norms
ROY a teacher of customs
ROY just ROY..
You loved the feel linen
i believe in you ROY for we grew in the same household
Years come and go
seasons come and pass
they are born and given to be wed
But ROY OF the light..
are you not a resource beneath a cloud
you are the echo of light
you are the beacon of light
i speak of you ROY you are my kinsman
ROY the resource beneath a cloud..
ROY..We knew he was just
ROY, THE JUST ROY
And Israeli our people ROY
Will always remain ROY...
ROY nimo mawala ma israeli.
For Jerry T Curtis ~
This is a fun piece to accompany "Up Into The Blue"
by Jerry...AKA Mondo Blue. In jest he asked me to
name the super hero in his poem...so here he is.
If you face great peril, here's what you should do..
Yell out in a loud voice, "Please help me Mondo Blue!"
A sip of strong black coffee, and a bite of buttered toast,
he's a mighty champion, but you'll never hear him boast.
Kisses to his wife and kids, he then dons his flying duds.
Into his secret closet, through a hidden door he thuds.
Very carefully, Mondo adjusts the eyeholes of his mask.
No feat is too difficult for him, all you need to do is ask.
In silver costume emblazoned with a symbol of blue,
he'll be on his way to thwart all the evil that men do.
A cape of magical silken cloth, and tall boots of black,
MONDO BLUE is the defender...always ready to attack!
Team named Santos of Pelé, Coutinho, Doval, Mengálvio, Pepe and cia played against a Ceará first division team. It was not Ceará nor
the Fortaleza. It was the first half and the defense of that team was
almost nullifying Santos's fabulous attack.
Nothing worked: neither Pepe's kicks, nor the little tables of
Pelé and Coutinho ... nothing was undone by the defender "Chico Paredão...-
that marked Pelé with total efficiency: it looked equal to Ramos
Delgado, or Figueroa ...
Result, first half 0X0, score naught ...
In the second half, after 30 minutes everything seemed the same ...
suddenly bam! 1X0 ... there it goes, ... there it goes, bang! 2X0.
Chico Paredão with bulging eyes "hunted" the Pelé ... and
the ball ... where ... where ... bam 4X0.
In the final Santos 5X0 in fifteen minutes ...
-
Chico what happened? ...
- How are you? ...
Where is it?
- Where is he...?
- Who?
- Pele, Pele gone?
Pelé disappeared from Chico Paredão's field of vision and scored 4
goals They say the defender never recovered from the trauma
and ended career.
That day became known as: the day Pelé disappeared ...
It is as Valdir Amaral said great soccer narrator:
- This man doesn't exist ... this man doesn't exist
In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
its force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
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March, 22, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Assured by the Almighty’s grace abounding…
Yearning for contentment is settled today and yon
Exuding hope, expressing bright future’s expectation
Affirming moving-on pursuits toward aspiration-ascent
Reminding good days ahead with revival replenishment.
Despite threatening dearth causing despair
Whispering angst, obscuring wishes with worries
Indefatigable spirit overcomes inconveniences
Never surrendering; advancing nonetheless
Depending on God, the sovereign Defender
Learning life lessons while liberated by His love
Illumined to move on with divine inspiration
Nourished with grace and compassion’s nurture
Growing stronger, geared by faith, glowing.
Drawing nigh* to the Lord Who to me reaches down
Offering blessings’ opportunities for service opulence
Welcoming my heart for revival against weariness
Now, I bid adieu to months dwindling down, toward year’s newness.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you…
October 9, 2020
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic" Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/12/2020.
I can hear beyond the human ears,
Long before danger has a chance to come near,
Waiting and watching over all I care for,
I am able to observe and see so much more,
I seem fairly simple and yearn for affection,
Yet, I don’t let this get in the way of ensuring my family’s protection,
Give me a bone and some extensive space,
I’ll be occupied for hours and let none of it go to waste,
Put me in a predicament where I must hunt or retreat,
And watch as my paws move to an undomesticated beat,
My ancestors are warriors and their blood runs through me,
I will be your best friend and defender until we reach eternity,
I will comfort you when you’re sad and the world has been unkind,
For a man’s soul mate at times is hard to find,
Please refrain from putting me in degrading dog shows,
For I was born to be part of the family not feed barbaric egos,
When man uses me to fight for their own personal gain,
It enrages my feelings and makes me insane,
I long for a mate and would like my own pups
So please don’t waste your money stitching me up
When summer is scorching and my coat is too thick
Water me down so I don’t get sick
And please do not dress me in tight silly clothes
It makes me feel violated, restricted and exposed.
By: Sabina Nicole
To all My Dogz
France beat Argentina four to three
In that game Mbappe was the key
Then they defeated Uruguay two goals to nil
As Uruguay's goalie let one spill
In the semis it was Belgium they faced
France headed one in with victory's embrace
They were in the finals, but who would they play
Would England beat Croatia and win the day?
As it turned out, the three lions couldn't roar
They were coming home with no trophy in store
So the final was set, Croatia and France
Two great teams would get their chance
In the finals France took a free kick
But when the Croatian defender did a head flick
The ball ended up in his own goal!
It seemed France would be on a roll
Croatia responded with a brilliant strike
It traveled so fast, it was rocket-like
But France added 3 more to the score
And they lifted the trophy once more!
Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who followed Father Alexandra
Revered soldier of Christ, from the house of Laodicea
Obedient, splitting the world into darkness and light
Dedicated to the Christian faith’s light and plight
“Coveting nothing, leaving villages and kin
O Father Alexandra, please forgive every sin
Defender, save our spirits from the flesh of skin
Evil, death and sin were born before the world we see"
X was their guiding moon, in that Kievan sea
We belong
Family of deer
Always appeared
Birds of the air
Have always shown us they care
Our family of pheasants
Visit us peasants
Delivered laughs
Only our Father could have had
Our Chief Leader
Bless our defender
Jesus Christ
Blessed our lives
Our ruler and King
Blessed by his living spring
Right hand to assist
Justice persists
Deliver my love
Sent from high above
Broke through the barrier
My Lord,
Savior and Warrior
Shown bright
Truth by light
Never apart
Home within our hearts
Handed from our chest
Lord said, now watch
I shall do the rest
Made us whole
Hugged our souls
Protects our love for eternity
Caressed us spiritually
I see four eggs.
I dream, along with
Momma, of soon
four hatchlings,
four chicks,
four birds,
four first flights...
A well-built nest -
Soft.
Round.
Sturdy but cushioned.
Threaded, woven,
balanced, and
careworn.
At the level of my heart.
Four chicks
will grow to know
the world,
utterly surrounded
by the heaven scent
of Wisteriaroma.
A loving mom.
Patient.
Attentive.
Defender of
a homemade home.
Present.
Dare-I-say
loving?
This first nest
appearing here
this Spring.
I watch momma
every day.
She watches me.
She watches her dreams
there under her
warming breast.
I know it's their
first time here.
And yet, and yet
to me somehow
it's all a memory.
Of what might've been.
Of what wasn't.
I cry for her,
happily.
I cry for me,
less so.