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Euphoric Amatrice once stood proud
among smaller towns below and around,
it's domineering belltower was tall;
it's clock, sleek and strong, amazed all...
how it fought both weather and time
more than a sentinel keeping an eye.
August came with a vengeance so horrid,
a roar that lasted nine seconds was heard,
every wall started shaking and crumbling:
no escape for those souls soundly sleeping;
dust from falling building scattered crickets;
dogs barked, ravens flew from their nests,
Lampposts went out on every dnarrow street,
a mother held her child running on bare feet.
Amatrice, your glorffy was seen from far and above:
testimony of a prosperous age so savaged and gone;
sorrow, desperation and loss are read in everyone's eyes,
hands dig to find those buried under cement and stones.
Written on 8/29/2016
This is to the one I adore
My ever loving carnivore
I watch the way you walk so proud
I listen when you speak so loud
Watching how you like to lead
A follower you're not indeed
You certainly like to dominate
To me you seem to fascinate
Deep dark domineering eyes
You give my stomach butterflies
The coat you wear so silky smooth
I'm captivated each time you move
You almost glide when you run
It is indeed my heart you've won
Upon your return every night
Together we lay until first light
To your offspring I've given birth
Now they roam this mighty earth
You make me purr with such content
Clearly together we were meant
Of the jungle you may be king
But to me you're everything!
09/11/2017
Freedom is not a mere concept,
nor a philosophy, nor a political
opinion – it is what drives men
to revolution, and masses from
religion: The want of freedom
turns children from parents, and
spouses away from domineering
mates.... Freedom is why God
deplores sin, and why Jesus did
not run, chose being nailed to a
cross, rather than propagate the
the control of Mammon – Freedom
is why authoritarianism has its appeal,
and also why it ultimately fails....
Freedom is Christ! Freewill the
most misunderstood concept in
the Universe. Freewill means,
all is created by our minds,
hearts and wills – the world
around us, our very physical
bodies, the manifestation of
a shallow, self possessed consciousness,
driven by the fearful lie of limited
existence. Freedom is not what you
think you know, but what is real,
all creation the expression of the
omnipotent, immortal Body of God.
Death~is a survivable illusion!
DOGE DO(D)GE is a game:
Accepting praise - never blame.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE shifts Left - then Right;
Disruptive through winds of change.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE bans brains and skills;
Destroys the best in its wake.
It's a dodge all right!
DO(D)GE is a sink-hole;
A real musky, murky mire.
It's a dodge all right!
But, when DOGE expires
GOPhers will be paid their due!
No DOGE dodge for them.
For extremism
In defense of any goal
Is no DOGE virtue!
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DOGE: Department of ( "D" ) Government Efficiency
(D____________)
(The reader can Dodgy Denigrative Divisive Disproportionate
select his/her Disastrous Despicable Draconian Domineering
choice for most Disinformed Deranged Dubious Demeaning
"appropriate" Demagogic Despotic Desultory Despondent
"D" designation Duplicitous Devious Disgraceful Derogatory
for inclusion in Deficient Disdainful Damnable Disconnected
the title) Disunifying Discordant Delimiting Disingenuous
Deceptive Deceitful Disordered Disputatious
Decadent Dishonest Dangerous Debilitating
Deleterious Disjointed Destructive Dumbfounding
Demented Disputable Detrimental Dysfunctional
Delusional Destabilizing Derelict Disreputable
Deplorable Dissolute Defamatory Double-dealing
Distorted Deprecatory Demoralizing Disappointing
Dastardly Disruptive Desensitized Devaluing
Dicey Dictatorial Distasteful Dimwitted
(A non-exhaustive list)
Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds.
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till rough terrain appears
Then stimulation is released when steep ascent arrives.
I climb and breathe the pure fresh air, intense intoxication
It is so peaceful all around, a place for meditation.
The time goes by. I look for holds and make full use of spikes
Intent on concentration. The wind comes by and contributes
To the hazards of melting ice and hidden crevasses
The weary limbs in need of rest; a keen lookout for falling rocks
An avalanche of crumbling doubts that slows the pace...
Subdued exhilaration when the going gets too hard.
At last the top is right above. An added burst of strength
Dispels the peril of defeat. One final forward thrust
Victory is mine. The summit reached I gaze in awe
Surveying with pride my sprawling kingdom down below.
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Gondoliers navigate these old canals
that saw much joy
and cherished glory;
go and tell about your trades
and mischievous love-affairs,
when voluptuous women
enticed your many travels
and drove you into flaming passions...
Lambent lagoon,
impeccably domineering,
but impoverished by a loss so great...
that even the Saint Mark's bells toll in regret!
Lambent lagoon,
your lost treasures weren't lavishly spent;
they are still here hidden by sturdy walls,
and cherished by people visiting
a city trapped in its magnificence,
unable to admit its decadence...
Proud and handsome gondoliers,
row your gondolas under the splendid bridges
and sing of a glorious past
that will never come back;
these streets,squares and canals
that marked its sudden rise,
also lamented its quick dawnfall...
with the sail-ships anchored at shore!
Lambent lagoon,
I rejoice in your indelible glories
and express grief for your losses;
but your greatness is still recaptured...
to comfirm an aura so unconcealed
by the appearance of the glimmering moon!
For hours, I lie awake in my lonely bed
And even though I want sleep to so desperately come, thoughts of you cloud my head
I let go of you before, but now I can no longer pretend
These feelings and overwhelming emotions are not going to soon end
But you have to do what you feel you must for your own peace of mind
And I'm the one here still waiting on the side lines
While passing right on by me is nothing but sweet time
I know that I need to see you again, but sometimes on that decision to face you, I find
myself lost
But you need to know if I did travel to see you, I would never step over any lines or
boundaries you didn't want crossed
Because losing you from my life in any way, for me, is just way to high of a cost
I always dream about you holding me once more
And me kissing you so tender as we did before
Laying the other down surcoming to those pleasures of love while our hearts soar
Your soft yet commanding touch
That sexy but domineering voice I long to hear so much
But between you and me it's always been so much more than making love and such
It's the deep inner connection we both so strongly feel
That knowing that the emotions coursing through our veins is so intensely real
And together our hearts can finally heal
You're so deep inside my soul
Over your memory and our moments I have no kind of control
I know with each other, we both could be happy again and finally whole
We both have taken and given far too many rides on endless troubled shores
However we now have the chance to finally stop our own personal wars
Let me in and open again your sincerity that is found behind that closed hearts door
I'm here the one for you
I'm the only who very rarely made you blue
To each other our hearts and souls were always true
I'm still holding in my hands your hearts key
You still hold one in your hands to, the one for me
I hope, dream, pray, and wish on every star that someday soon we can together see
Those horizons we, on our own, have expanded and explored
Only then to find our way back again to love each other more
But I will keep waiting here for you with my heart broken and my soul tore
Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without the need of a telescope
and always in purchase of suits with their own natural fragrances
a mister in the hearts of all in the neighbourhood
not strict, just so selfish, self righteous and domineering
friends with like minds top his priority to his own children
invited guests flocking in to make some of his sons illegitimate
all eyes must turn away from the east because he sees west
all hearts must stay hopeful and dry because his drinks alone
a family so complete and balanced, his uncommon blessing
yet stirs terribly to an ultimate scatter using his own hands
cry after cry, opponents form on both sides of his partition
he then eats and make merry while the least of his blood lie sick
turning a human to camel, the victim comes from near his bedroom
lines up his seedlings to inhale the fart of his rude gaseous release
encouraging mediocrity for the productive to pay heavy taxes
a son grows from boy to man, nurturing the hate of this identity
nature and life stand with him to use history’s angry signature
he stays in the heated court to successfully change his surname
development comes with freedom
but not without sacrifices and determination
mr. Fariba’s liberty and new identity are expressed
as he conquers his father’s heartless dominance.
Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
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March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
The bride of fortune
to be an uni- polar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one could equal
and her democracy is the the bride that has
become domineering, not let in the bridesmaid
not even getting married if she thought her
rule was somewhat diminished
her attitude causes friction, they want to leave
to go find their own happiness
this include miss Russia who in the nineties was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
fun of and dismissed.
Surprised when out of the shadows grew and
demanded an equal place on the in the beauty
contest, where woman in a cowboy hat ruled
but this domineering woman had grow aged
the woman in the cowboy hat, knew miss
Russia had to be subdued rapidly and set out
to ruin her reputation to preserve her hegemon
she said was a gift from god and the Christianity
based on the New Testament, the white god who
loves mis America and the people at the wedding
a subdued Miss Russia would be allowed to exit
as junior partner if she helped to catch
miss China whose beauty was fabulous not seen
for two thousand years
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball