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Two opposing warring factions, meet upon the AstroTurf
Battlefield, in the sporting arena of Victory or agony’s defeated,
Warriors of the pigs skinned javelin, tackle each other at the
White lines of collisions honor, marked by the numbered banners
Of the fifty yard kick off point, yielding unto the pillars of the
Goal post of champions!
In the heat of battle these heroes of gladiatorial games, called
The NFL, thrill and chill their fans to the inner bones of the
True sportsman living within all us, born in this great nation,
Known as the U.S.A.
In this victorious field of dreams, no illusionary visions exist,
For these powerhouse gentlemen, gain each footings sacred
Ground by athletic skill and sheer raw brawn!
To the meek goes the booing of the fumble, to the strong
The million dollar playoff championship, cheered on by their
Ever loyal crowds of adoring fans, whom are enthroned by
This sport of endurance and strength of will!
In this modern coliseum of champions, no touch down goes
Without a standing ovation, or Styrofoam’s thumps up signal
Of approval, in these concrete surroundings this is truly a time
Honored sport of traditions, to be remembered in the
Historical records of the future as a classical game,
To challenge the strongest of athletes!
Golden are the rings given as victory’s insignias,
But in the hearts of the players and their loyal fans,
The price of the championship game is worth the cost
Of every single ounce of sweat and exaggeration, shown
On this epic field of battle!
As the crowds roar, with excitements thrilling kick offs
Point of the triumphant, field goal point scoring, their
Human wave of appreciation, is set at the release level
Of thousands!
In the homes of America the volume levels of the cheering
Is off the ratio scales charts, as chairs go flying backwards,
And Bowls of snacks explode everywhere, for the winning
Play has just been committed, and the championship team
Takes the final center field of the victorious!
Hurray for the great sport known as football,
The American sport of champions has again earned
Another season of splendor in the turf war of victories,
Behold our favorite pastime, may this pigskin colors never fade,
As our flag shall forever wave, for this is truly the great
American sport of athletic skill personified!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
One day an evil man came to them in sheep’s clothing,
To lead them into his evil ways he was hoping.
So treacherous and evil was this ravenous wolf,
Feeding off of their ignorance while he played golf.
So fine he was in the art of deception,
So ignorant were they with their perception.
This wolf led them towards hate, anger, racism, and national division,
They broadcasted his evil ways with women, immigrants, lgbtq+, and other minorities on live television,
Oh and let’s not forget about the polar bears,
The many ways in which he tried to destroy homes that were theirs.
And the plethora of parents who were split from their children,
Locked up in cages where he tried to keep them hidden.
And we will always remember the names of the black lives lost,
The way he cared more about the protests and every building’s cost,
Than how the cops shattered their whole lives,
Just several more names for their archives.
It was for the way their skin was,
That they needed no other cause.
To ruthlessly finish them off
While the cops idly sat by on their pipes for a good cough.
A darker tone of skin color they had,
Skin so beautiful that the wolf’s supporters simply saw as bad.
They prayed like cowardly fools,
Acting like peace and love were their precious tools.
They say ignorance is bliss
No wonder how in the racist past they liked to reminisce.
The wolf and his blind sheep fueled off of pure evil,
Engaging in horrific activities that were and were not legal.
They claimed the money was moving,
Yet the country as a whole was not improving.
One day when a real and wise leader came about,
This evil wolf betrayed his nation like a lout.
They invaded and destroyed inside the Capitol building,
All eyes on them as their own nation they were betraying.
The good ones knew much better as they’d opened their eyes,
Instead of spouting hate and evil and using religion as a disguise.
The good ones knew this evil wolf’s time had expired
So wrongly this country he had wired.
Very happily the good ones voted him out,
The other real and wise leader had been victorious without a doubt.
This wolf who came to fragile, evil people in sheep’s clothing’
His actions will never never be condoned,
But oh wolf, your own place in Hell you have enthroned.
Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Form:
They could grace the cover of a magazine. Meet my colorful flower garden team; So bright and bountiful this spring.
More glorious than ever it seems. The smiling Irises can't wait to be seen; Sitting stately enthroned like beauty queens.
Decoratively surrounded by plenty of green, The big-blossomed roses make their annual scene, Full of red, yellow, maroon, and very pretty pink.
They're on display like a well-orchestrated machine, Some of which lie slightly against the window screen. Like homemade greeters, the cactuses hover over them all,
Yelling loudly to all comers, "Hello yall!" The mulberry tree stands broad and tall, Flashing its shade against the walls.
042320PoSpCtest, Spring Rhyme, Emile Pinet. 11P
PreImmenance
God is not an alien or an artificial intelligence he is a perfect being not created just a
constantly moving force like the impossible perpetual motion machine the inventors allways
aer trying to reinvent only already done He could be a cow although its not likely He could sit
inside a Dove and stay there constantly but then He would miss so many other things eye
think he does the GOD thing constantly the focus of attention on the Throne where he does
sit. When we humans (eye include the android races) worship GOD we have a tendency to
press our hands together in a paroday of clapping but silently we point them up but cast our
eyes down to the ground or rug there is a certainty we fear the GOD that we need help from.
Pre means before Immenace in this context means the persona or image or being or just
say person. In the person of one Jesus Christ we have three personas such as Father Son
and Holy Spirit. It does not say that the Holy Spirit is female or male but spirit is sexless so
we can assume that Jesus was a male child brought up in the Jewish religion and that the
Father image the Anchient of Days the GOD we all think of as a Bearded man is the Father of
Jesus in the Spirit of Christ. Three persons in one being. PreImmenace is the idea that Jesus
created the Earth at the moment of Earths Birth in the Form of GOD in the Spirit of the
Father and the Spirit of the Son. Life as a triplet person Enthroned and esconsed as the ruler
of the Universe. Having been there before there was anything to see or created. He will be
there after this creation is disposed of and a new generation is concieved. Take the fact that
a GOD would learn from his mistakes and not create the sameness we have now but make it
better somehow. Then apply the thinking that makes better people of us all and realize he
changes us to help us live there now inside the heart not until the physical is changed can we
actually see GOD. But there is one way. Turn around the next time you attend your church
and smile and look closely at the person in the very next aisle over. Chances are you just
saw GOD in his preimmenance.
Form:
Head hunting shrinking cutting down the ego’s totems
swift blow to the pride of me myself and I selfish iotum
Dethroning the king of the wooden hut whack
with my cocoa machete not a hard nut to crack
A pleasant island where all could be yours
into a worldly nutshell the sincere milk pours
Spirit’s truth mercy celebrates an island victory
on big stick impelled the selfish iotum fire dried
Denying then mortifying the me myself and I
no more sin eating witchdoctor’s couch I abhor
Appeasing ceremonial volcano’s apatite no more
for my God the Lord of Truth has cut down the idols
No search party for selfish iotum’s pole revival
ego’s totem lies dead beneath the water fall
Heard no more war drum’s da dum da dum
the big stick plumb all enemies had to succumb
One swift blow truth has cut ego’s totem’s lies to root
rising no more the king of the wooden taboo
A new King Jesus with out me myself and I
King enthroned this hut is becoming an island paradise
L o v e and you, the f a d i n g
phase of lunar wings,
spectral silver ~
floating in the deep, dark abyss
of the obsidian skyline,
refracting reveries of a redolent realm,
slipping and curling
through opalescent glass ~
like a window unfolding
truth veiled in twinkling twirls,
powdered with pearl dust
on the hidden face of you ~
between curved lines,
around lips of lament,
like Selene sailing
through sanguine ripples
on a sparkling chariot adorned
with citrine embers,
laced with fluorescent flames.
I dare you to trace the footprints
of forgotten words...
And when the dusk falls
upon your trembling silhouette,
the moon reminds you
of scribbled solitude ~
etched within emptiness,
echoing aching blankness,
with no question nor answer,
no one to scream at you,
no wind to wrap you in warmth,
no colors to cradle coldness,
no stars to sew the silence,
no chorus to soften the pain ~
swirl back to the crescent hammock
emanating glistening gold.
O heartbeat of the hummingbird,
lost in the feathered horizon,
turn around and taste
the temptations of twilight.
Let your soul kiss
fervent fingertips of the sun ~
you are the master of the moon,
the artist of the acrylic air,
the weaver of fragrant dawns
before the seething storms;
the dreamer ~ carving compassion
with hazel haze.
We, the immutable poets,
plead in stillness, in need
of your awakened conscience
to shape you, to make you ~
and return you to the unbreakable,
as you rise
like a dragon’s pulse
detached from the heinous heat
of the megalomaniac sun.
For you will never
forge my breathless mind
to dwell in eclipsed darkness,
shackled by soulless shadows.
I am the master
and the mistress,
the queen of quiescence,
crowned in mystical musings,
enthroned amongst
thunderstruck galaxies ~
like a slave of the heaven
who fears not the unknown
but rules the moon and cosmos
forever engrossed in
the esoteric eyes of
the celestial magic ~
u n t o u c h a b l e and u n m o v a b l e...
LOST IN YOUR THOUGHTS
Let not my spring go dry
Let not my sunshine set at dawn
Let not my joy fade at its peak
And my candle never be put out in the wind
Let my brightness rule the day
Crown my night with those sparkling stars
Let the moon be enthroned for my night
Let the light overwhelm the shadows of my plight
And my heart filled with delight.
Cast no shadow upon my path
That same road I've tread with your happiness being my lead
Let not my night be of the grave silence
That same night filled with sweet savour of music to my soul
Let not this day end in dryness
I can only tell of the nights you drenched me in the pool of your love and affection
Where's that cloud of passion with which you alwaz wrap me
Those eyes that grin with insoluble desires for every moment with me
Those long arms that grace me with warmth embrace
I longed for all these tonight and none I saw in you
I searched for that loving you and I never saw it
I stared into your eyes to search that my loving baby pet, but i never saw my beautiful angel
I stretched my hand out long, but you were too far to reach
This was a night I never dreamt
A night I never longed for
A night too long to cross
A night without your smile to sail thru the rough nite.
My Babypet, I was completely lost tonight
I couldn't see the loving you I'm used to
I hope this hour will soon fade away like the dew
And that radiating smiles filled with glamour and passion, happiness that shakes me to the marrow like a tremor
I hope the new day bring back my dearest, the loving and lovely charming goddess I came for.
Goodbye to the you of last nite my darling angel
Welcome to a bright new day
Waiting to hug my charming cutie tuday as the darkness unwinds from the sky.
I can't wait to hear you remind me of how much you love me
Hold the apologies, I already said that on your behalf a million times
When you smile for me today
I'll let you know that I love you with my breathe
Because you light my world ??
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
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Let not my spring go dry
Let not my sunshine set at dawn
Let not my joy fade at its peak
And my candle never be put out in the wind
Let my brightness rule the day
Crown my night with those sparkling stars
Let the moon be enthroned for my night
Let the light overwhelm the shadows of my plight
And my heart filled with delight.
Cast no shadow upon my path
That same road I've tread with your happiness being my lead
Let not my night be of the grave silence
That same night filled with sweet savour of music to my soul
Let not this day end in dryness
I can only tell of the nights you drenched me in the pool of your love and affection
Where's that cloud of passion with which you alwaz wrap me
Those eyes that grin with insoluble desires for every moment with me
Those long arms that grace me with warmth embrace
I longed for all these tonight and none I saw in you
I searched for that loving you and I never saw it
I stared into your eyes to search that my loving baby pet, but i never saw my beautiful angel
I stretched my hand out long, but you were too far to reach
This was a night I never dreamt
A night I never longed for
A night too long to cross
A night without your smile to sail thru the rough nite.
My Babypet, I was completely lost tonight
I couldn't see the loving you I'm used to
I hope this hour will soon fade away like the dew
And that radiating smiles filled with glamour and passion, happiness that shakes me to the marrow like a tremor
I hope the new day bring back my dearest, the loving and lovely charming goddess I came for.
Goodbye to the you of last nite my darling angel
Welcome to a bright new day
Waiting to hug my charming cutie tuday as the darkness unwinds from the sky.
I can't wait to hear you remind me of how much you love me
Hold the apologies, I already said that on your behalf a million times
When you smile for me today
I'll let you know that I love you with my breathe
Cos you light my world ??
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
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THE QUEEN
Oh thee thou her Royal Majesty the Queen!
Your glory is carved in the heart of history
Your presence is a sight mortal men are privileged to behold
Your beauty is phenomenon envied by the king’s mistresses
The princes and princesses are here; but the queen has been there
You gave birth to all that have been and that is good
Your silence is enough speech to men of great knowledge
You are the road constructor; the bushes has now become a path
You made the colours in the bushes turn into beautiful flowers
You are so magnificent a royalty; your prestige is felt by immortals.
Glory to the glorified queen of the social sciences
Hallowed be thy name; Political Science
You are so significant in all your doings; recognition is paid for things not done
If truth be unveiled; the right things will be said to the right ear that listens
Marvelous is your name; without wings, you still fly above all with wings
Your foundation will forever remain unshaken; withstanding violent winds
The society is greatly indebted to you for the great elites you produced
With or without visible structure; you remain greatly invisibly structured
Without you in this chess game; the king is forever at risk of being checkmated
Political Science! An essential tool for national development.
In appreciation to the appreciated
You are the queen every other queen wishes to be
Without you, there is no more you; the queen of queens, you will forever be
Let there be criticisms; the words and actions of men can’t drag you down
So highly enthroned in your majestic throne; every other lesser being bows down
Honour to who honour is deserved; Political Science deserves the honour it gets
Her light shines brighter than the stars of the sky; illuminating beyond gates
You are the temple of knowledge; you are praised for your versatility
The queen that fosters unified excellence; you are the spring of unity
Long live the Queen! Long reign, the Department of Political Science!!!
...Lordvip…
D’ Poetic Beast