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Sonic was fast
Sonic was good
Sonic was the bluest thing in his neighborhood
But all great heros must come to a end
That's what this story is about my friend
Eggman was up to no good
Now that was no surprise
He had made a new robot called E-7I
Go get Sonic! Eggman cried
So off it went to make sure Sonic died.
It looked and looked but he was no where to be found
So E-7I got tired and shut down.
Piece of junk! Eggman said as he shook his head.
He wanted Sonic to be dead.
Then a blue ball of light came on the seen
It was Sonic who said "looking for me?"
"Hee Hee Hee I was indeed" said Eggman laughing and giggling.
He shot at Sonic but he was too fast and he bursted through the bombs like they where just glass
Bang!
Bang!
Classh!
Classh!
Then Sonic did a spinning dash that sent Eggman flying and I'm not lying.
Sonic's work was done
So he layed down to bask in the sun
But then there was no light
Sonic looked up and jumped back with fright
E-7I had come back to life!
He was so big and tall he was blocking the sun
Sonic knew this was not the time for fun
Someone had to take this monster down and he knew he was the one
And as fast as a gun he went and did a homing attack
But that did not work and poor Sonic got hurt and E-7I was closeing in
Then who should appear?
Amy Rose was here
"Never fear Sonic my dear!"
And she kicked that robot right out of there.
Although Eggman was unaware what was going on Amy could tell that something was wrong
"Speak to me Sonic!"
She said with a squeak
"Go find Tails and Knuckles" he said in a voice so weak
"I wont leave you Sonic!" she said with tears
"Don't be scared I will always be here, but I need help to win this fight go find them, I'll be alright"
Amy hugged Sonic tight
"Ok I'll go"
and she started down the road
About this time Eggman was near by with E-7I by his side
Sonic saw him
He had to hide
For if not he would die
Then there was a cry
"Sonic!"
It was Amy back with Knuckles and Tails
Eggman saw them and said "Well, well, well"
"You won't get away with this!" yelled Tails
"We'll see about that
E-7I I order you to do your duplication attack!"
And with that E-7I layed flat on his back and gave birth to 50 more robots all ready to attack
"Don't hold back I want full power!
I want them dead within a hour!"
(see part 2 for the rest)
"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude . . . "
Henry David Thoreau, Poet, 1817-1862
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I love days of solitude
where I dwell in perfect quietude
and take an interlude.
Oh, those sweet days of isolation
lovely alone days of my creation
where there exists no worldly temptation.
Oh those secluded days I love the best
I withdraw- linger and let my mind rest
I do not bother or care to get dressed.
I often stay just cozy in my bed
watching my bedside flower of red
letting random thoughts drift in my head.
A fiction book reading
perhaps a mystery that is nagging
or a love story meeting.
I close my eyes and fall into a dream
and I am floating down a forest stream
lost in hues of green.
Then, I pick up my ink pen and write
my words falling into the dark of night
until my beautiful solitude has taken flight.
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May 1, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My Beautiful Solitude
Copyright Protected ID 18- 1018-672-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Duplication only with written permission.
Written for the contest, The Beauty of Solitude
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Third Place
EXAMPLE
We are on this Earth to learn
With a sample of description
A visual account of the relevant
Or a biblical parable illustration
That is what is called the example
The right way we should be taught
First is the beginning of the word
Exam, a test that must be caught
Then when you do finally catch on
And, actually begin to really know
You will get to become the example
Teaching while you continue to grow
An example is being the mimic
Of what has happened already
Ex means past, to look back on
Ample is the full reference we see
A live sample view of the lesson
Which is the reflection of your life
As you climb up the steps to success
Or spiral down tangled rows of strife
We do learn and teach by example
Be sure exactly who you are imitating
For the example to be set as good
Or a truth of moral you are illustrating
The example can be either visualized
By your reflection or given spiritually
Like a parable coming from the Bible
Either way it is being like a mere copy
It seems easy to learn, teach, set or be
An example of a genuine duplication
Yet it is so difficult for me to describe
Just this simple example explanation
Florence McMillian (Flo)
“Who are you?” One queries the Other
“I have never seen here you before.”
“I have been here from the beginning,” the Other replies
“Three-score and seven years, not a minute more.”
“Nonsense!” One sneers with bared teeth
“Surely I would not forget one so ugly, I fear.”
“You should stop now,” the Other declares
“Before you forget why I am here.”
One scratches his bulbous nose
Lined with crimson web
The Other silently reflects before—
With mumbled words, the silence begins to ebb
“I think you are a liar,”
“An ugly liar,” One resonates with laughter
The Other smiles in duplication
“So, you have told me before, before and ever after.”
“Who are you?” One queries the Other
“I have never seen you before.”
“You said that a moment ago, old friend”
“Now think for a moment more”
“Come closer, come closer” the Other beckons
“It will be clear as glass as our hours kindle,”
“Reflecting upon your silly questions,”
“Forgotten memories will certainly dwindle”
“You are old and bald” the little One quips
“And a liar, liar, liar too!”
“I know for a fact—
“I have never seen you!”
Morning silence falls upon the room
Blue-gray eyes locked in a stare
The One and The Other
Separated only by the mirror’s glare
Echoes reverberate unsafe and
unsound through history and
the foreground of the past
A mimeograph taking its
toll unless we remember
Trumped up charges send
shockwaves through disunited
states defend and deny
a holocaust to come
A third Reich facsimile globalises
from Pentagons of evil turns
duplication into ‘fascimile’ while
Donald marches in step with brown
shirts and black shirts as a mesmerised
world walks head on into yet another disaster
Now is the time to echo-graph our mores
and moral remnants and stand up for
humanity in civil disobedience for not
to be lulled into a discordant lullaby of
nightmares of ignorance and demise
31st January 2017
The conception of computer science leads us to believe,
That the possible digital world inside we should leave;
When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms,
The human-robot may raise many loud alarms.
A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions,
Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption;
To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge,
Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge.
One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence?
But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence;
Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior,
Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior.
Spatial transportation must be used for good and love,
The digital space does not give integrity the shove;
It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws,
To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws.
Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing,
Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing;
Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store,
For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.
I etch an outline of the landscape’s reflection,
pigments and colors making nature’s connection.
I portray a mighty bald eagle fly in the distance
above a mount that hovers with affection.
For painting is my entire life’s existence,
the beauty of an empty canvas is perfection.
There’s nothing more lovely than an illustration,
a magnificent depiction of God’s creation.
A composition of an abstract design,
or a family portrait carrying characterization.
I know that when the brilliant starts align,
I feel the need to use my imagination.
Paintings of my sweet dogs I have created
with shadows of their tails in mediums faded.
There’s no duplication just originality,
this gift I have makes me highly elated.
I sense my fascinating personality
reveals my talent as life is translated.
I whitewash the marvel of memories,
through paintings of wildlife and the trees.
When I’m in the moment of developing art,
I experience the splendor no one else sees.
All my flair and skill come from my heart
and in each moment I paint... I find ease.
In the Moment Contest
Heidi Sands
May 7, 2018
Chartreuse b l a d e s encompass the ROSE,
she portrays beauty that nobody knows-
When the rain p o u r s her bud grows,
with her p e t a l s that sparkle her love glows.
As she gleams in the sun she shines,
she is magnificence and marvel combined-
She calms me with grace and repose.
My favorite flower is a pink CARNATION,
she BLOOMS in the Spring with appreciation-
Mother Nature has made a l o v e l y creation,
oh, there could never be a duplication.
As she b l o s s o m s in the day she glares,
fascinated by her luster as she flares-
I write in the emerald field with inspiration.
I used them both in my wedding b o u q u e t,
I said, “I do”, on that warm August day-
on grandma’s tomb is where I lay
both b e a u t i f u l FLOWERS; true love they portray.
When the wind blows with ease I feel,
the appreciation in my soul; my heart heals-
As I pick them both in the f i e l d by the bay.
Roses and Carnations Contest
October 8, 2017
I am the muteness behind naivete
Born as the duplication of despair, flunked
A demented soul
An impaired self of bureaucracy
Jaded at the tip of shadow
Above it stood the gray
Quietly stabbed the main arterial venous of the real life chemistry
Sneaking low to a shallow sac of each personal sense
Like a deadly poison, odorless nor tasteless
The fall gradually buried in faint
Dejected
Lonesome
Lost images, abstained lite
Living as the reality of achromatic which yet spurred
Speaking of the colorless
Speak to the life with no magic
The life which got sucked by the spell of affliction
Beneath the autism of a blur
Life decayed when the magic got sealed
Illumination shriek within the cavity of its dull voice
Speaking of the somber
Speak to the life with no magic
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Honorable Mention
Life with no magic Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor Sandy Ivy D
The sunniest island,
with its Sea Stacks standing out
of the Tyrrhenian Sea,
shimmers as sailboats glide
in timeless serenity...
Paradise's duplication in man's heart.
Winter brings no drifts of snow,
only mild breezes from Sicily,
and the tourist is always on the go,
exploring, discovering and wondering
how this small island came to be...
when God stopped and began creating.
The sunniest island
with pastel houses perched on cliffs edges,
and ruins of castles and villas on rocky hills;
the loveliest island
in the Mediterranean garden...terraces
decked with common brooms and oleanders.
And as the mists vanish towards evening,
the quails are seen flying above, while the lemons'
perfume is hard to resist...the beautiful landscapes are revealed;
sail away in the bluest sea ever seen by the human's eye...
spend the starriest night gazing over its glistening waves:
a traveler's dream realized in the sunny island of Capri!