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Premium Member Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell

 
"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant
and every evil doer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set
them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. Not a root or branch will be left
to them ... and they will be ashes under the soles of your feet." 

                                         Malachi 4:1-3, Old Testament Prophet

dr  stephen strange, was a egotistical doctor
till he hurt his hands
and seeking a cure he found the ancient one
to become sorcerer supreme

dr victor von doom, monarch
he wears an iron mask to hide his evil scarred face
arrogant, superior, he has no mercy
he is very powerful

doom's mother was killed
in a bargain gone wrong with the mephisto
aged genghis, a powerful wizard calls a meeting
for all sorcerers

there is
a wild battle that leaves only strange and doom
strange in the end is winner
but the runner up doom is granted a gift

he wants to free is mother
with dr strange's help
but, doom plans
to exchange strange's soul for his mothers soul 

entering hell they battle the hellfire demons
satan is angry
he sets black ravens and sandstorms to stop them
and they get separated

they wander in hell searching
till doom meets up with satan and makes a deal
to free his mother's soul he will exchange strange's soul
his mother is disgusted

in a battle with satan the doctors win
cynthia is then freed and goes to heaven
strange and doom return to earth
was it a triumph

dr doom had an evil plan
in the name of love
well, he got what he wanted
and that was to at last free his mother's soul

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March 09, 2023


Poetry/Suzette Prime/Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-378-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Suzette Prime is a form created by Suzette Richards of PS	


Written for the Premiere contest, Hell
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/10/2023

First Place


An Ancient RuIn

The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.

His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.

What catches my wandering eye
is that one of those ruined effigies
is a fair facsimile of myself.
He (a god/king of some minor something),
looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly
his sour mien.

At last, I am processed meekly
back onto the tour bus, where predictably,
my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past


from an equally fanciful present.

Premium Member -The Princess And The Plebs


She always thought she was a cut above others

The most beautiful, the richest , the best

A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive

When with her, peoples patience were put to the test


Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered

She was insincere, rude and vain

Never gave or did for another

In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain


Committed to a lunch work meeting

At a restaurant by the sea

It was a beautiful sunny day

Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be


Glammed up to the eyeballs 

She reluctantly arrived

Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs

She went to have a cigarette outside


She could see the plebs through the window

Looking at them down her perfect nose

Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon

In their embarrassing low budget clothes


Her negative ,superior body language was obvious

As she stood outside full of false pride

When several seagulls flew above her and let rip

Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wondering Why She Would Take Him Back

Forgiving relatives are fleeting
Bristling angry, feeling violated
Listing all his bad points
Wondering why she would take him back

Her children are reluctant
Want to stay with grandma, more scared now than ever
Dragged into his home again, expecting the worst
Wondering why she would take him back

Her parents are praying,
Disgusted at all the time and money they have used
To try to get her to see what she is doing to her children
Wondering why she would take her back

The nurses at the hospital are disgusted.
Talking among themselves about the reconciliation
Knowing she will be dead next time
Wondering why she would take him back

She loves who she loves who she loves
She forgives him, believing his promises of happiness this time
Hoping he will not hurt the children.
Knowing that she has to take him back.
Form: Kyrielle

Premium Member The Bum's Rush

Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
It happened to me yesterday
By this highfalutin dermatologist
Who's definitely overpaid

Appeared to me his only concern
Was how many souls he could see
To help him choose between a Jaguar
A Mercedes or an SUV

This may sound a bit cynical
But what else am I to surmise
Spent a minute and a half in total
Discussing the rash on my thighs

His 4 hour days must be oh so gruelling
As his golf buddies patiently wait
Only 43 patients to rush out the door
Before once again joining his mates

So did I get at least some satisfaction?
Well he told me my problem was age
His advice, “just suck it up, mister”
Now you know why I'm so enraged

Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
My blood has boiled over the top
Where did their code of ethics go
I'm disgusted with the whole damn lot!


© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Trust Is Earned


Trust Is Earned
An Opinion: by Tom
3/6/2020

Congress has become a valley of vipers,
each person has an agenda of their own.
From the halls of congress some lurk as snipers,
sharing ideas causing others bemoan. 

Opinion polls show us that they're not trusted,
many voters trade their vote for something free.
Each morning's news leaves me highly disgusted,
with most of their doings many disagree. 

This election cycle hasn't brought out the best,
from the very start many had no appeal.
Promises made will soon be put to the test,
promising free stuff most always seals the deal. 


“When they call the roll in the Senate,
the Senators do not know whether to answer,
“present” or Not Guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Was he weak

Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak 
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
Form: ABC

Peace of Mind

I have departed from the hectic..
Disgusted with the hustle and bustle..
My life consisted of force of habit..
Unpleasant habits..
Rituals..
Of which I was absorbed..
Absorbed in routine..
Routine became..
Of only doing..

Doing..
Not truly wanting..
Not truly feeling
Feelings of no satisfaction..
Feelings of entrapment..
Mind was racing
Mind was spinning in circles..
Never ending clutter..
Clutter of a constant flow of anxiety

I have departed from the hectic..
Here lies my salvation..
Only I hear
The sound of waterfalls..
A calming effect..
Water flowing beautifully
I feel the warm mist
From the flowing waterfalls..
As it invigorates me fully
I feel a new chapter of my life..

A once racing mind..
Is now a clean slate ..
Freedom of the mind
Had unlocked the chains of entrapment..



Mind clutter had ..
Turned into junk mail..
Was tossed and destroyed..

As I take a deep breath..
The glorious breath of life..
Peaceful I am..
Connection I am ..
Connection I feel..
To all there is..

In a blissful state of existence..
I am..
Tranquility..
I am..

A peaceful state of mind..

Rudolph's Nose Turned Red

Soon Santa will be flying in his bright red sleigh
If he can find his reindeer, who have gone astray
They were seen cavorting
Partying and snorting
In Bombay while celebrating Rudolph's birthday!

Santa was livid. No 'HO HO HO," to exclaim
He shouted, "I will end their naughty reindeer game!"
They knew they had been busted
Cuz Santa looked disgusted
Rudolph blushed from hoof to his nose in horrid shame

That's how Rudolph's nose turned red: a true story
Children's hero in lore and allegory
He'll go down in history
In a song, jolly with glee
But he's corraled in North Pole territory



December 7, 2020
Christmas Limerick 
Sponsor:    Alexis Y.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Raven and Crow

Watch out below!” shrieked the interloping crow.
Ronald scooted back, but it landed on his toe.
Pardon me, said the whippersnapper extraordinaire,
But you have to admit there is something weird in the air.

Ronald was miffed, but older, experienced and wiser too,
So he merely dusted off his oversized foot that was blue.
What kind of a crow are you? The youngster asked to his face.
Teen ravens were never this bold; it would be a disgrace.

I am not a crow, the raven said, puffed up and irritated now.
Below he heard the bellow of a pregnant-in-labor dairy cow.
The farmer headed toward the barn, his due as it was his land.
Raven tried to ignore the youngster, but it was dancing on his hand

“Excuse you!” Raven said, and gave the crow a disgusted glance.
The crow was full of enthusiasm, doing a watusi on this branch.
There are other trees, Ronald pointed out as brazenly as he dare.
“Speaking of the weather, there are storms in the east, over there.”

“Speaking of the weather!” Ronald said. “WHO was doing THAT?”
They were now being stalked by SheShe, the world’s best climbing cat.
She almost got the crow, but unfortunately, he finally flew away.
So Ronald sat irritated, in a bad mood, the rest of the boring day.

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