Long Fiberglass Poems
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>>>>> every way devised to deflect an asteroid
relatively small space rocks could wipe millions of people off
our planet, so what can we do for our Moon base, to do, also avoid
unsettlingly asteroid passing close by Earth or a near fly by, tragic
crash on our moon base should be made ready with cyborgs, A.I. Robots
hundreds of them, fiberglass, heat resistant, spiderweb fabric...
With dual 'JETPACKS' on their backs to do asteroid combat...
for strength, one hand made of magnetized alloy, another sticky like a tar glove...
Rocket-propelled arm attachments are both, used to reach, grab imposing asteroid...
Laser, solar, radar collectors attached to 'AI Robot', new A.I. Robot Cyborg...
function of our cyborg AI Robots controlled to use
their Jetpacks to proceed with launch off moon on to
approaching Asteroid also accurate maneuvers abstruse...
around said Asteroid while Arm Rockets...
are fired to attach AI Robots to a suitable spot,
one suitable to a position, too push against Asteriod rock...
onto a direction of deflection from Earth or moon,
rockets attached to robot legs two of them, when fired...
will bend knees to press against asteroid, abstrudere real soon
also, radio controlling signals that direct; to move rocks to be deflected away
from Earth or our moon, space station, last chance, 'one year' in advance...
so that humanity has a chance too, live, exist another day.
"Do as you must, also to save Earth you must support all space efforts NOW"
Perry Campanella submits his method, for review, also a New Theory
" This Poem was inspired by Nostradamus Predictions "
NOTE: abstrudere - To push away
Behind the glass, a ticking god of brass,
Who waves a withered palm of fiberglass.
The neon crystal bleeds a bruised magenta hue,
Dispensing plastic tokens, counterfeit and true.
“Your wish is granted,” the solenoid sighs,
While servo motors calibrate his glowing eyes.
He sits in a paisley vest and a gold-wrapped head,
Proclaiming: “Be happy living, for you’re a long time dead.”
Drop in a copper, hear his jawbones creak,
The algorithm’s gospel is the truth he’ll speak.
He shuffles fifteen fortunes from a secret slot,
Telling you of money, love, and what you haven’t got.
A silicon swami in a cedar cage,
Selling sudden adulthood on a printed page.
For twenty-five cents—or a swipe of your card—
He dictates the future of a weary backyard.
But if you feed the Deluxe Cabinet every spare dime,
He loops all his blessings in a paradox of time.
A timeless automaton, forever programmed to please,
Dispensing our destinies on tear-off degrees.
I have just come back home
From the call center office
You called me many a time
It was of course a chime
Yes, talking to you certainly
As they are always of glee
Would indeed have been a respite
In these working hours tight
But the bloody headphone
Under which I’ve to groan
Has taken over both my ears
They must only him hear
What the audio will convey
Whether January or May
And the computer vision syndrome
Tells upon my chromosome
The monitor fills all my vision
I am forced into the fusion
Listening reading and writing
With myself I keep fighting
When you call me on a chat
It has obviously to fall flat
Hour after hour in a row
Damn helpless robotic bow
Over my fiberglass disgusting desk
A pitiable horrid statuesque
Have neither rain nor dew
I know I was rude to you
Excuse me please if you can
Have now just returned
Ten hours of damn taxing job
Terribly troubles my peace
I sit at my pale window
The train departs anxiously
A melancholy engine in a shadow
Drops me off more lonely
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The bulbs sprouted
beneath the bright blue
umbrella sky. Line by
line they grew and grew
The lines bloomed into
a sweet fragrant place.
The groom shall
keep his name
and a world shall stand to
greet him
his future bride
will walk the aisle
then to meet him
there they'll stand
in the blooming
field to vow and kiss
and greet
they'll take thanks
and we'll all go there
to dine and dance
they'll leave for there
honeymoon
when the opportunity
creates a chance.
They hid behind the large fiberglass moulds stored in the
shed. she said they kissed there for hours.
They decided to marry that very day.
Visit a place where you’ve not been before
And the first thing you face is the sturdy front door.
Of fiberglass, oak, tempered glass, even steel,
The entryway should have a certain appeal.
My country home door, though, was streaky with rust.
The paint was all puckered, the cracks filled with dust.
The glass in the windows no longer got clean;
My husband was tired of changing the screen.
So I finally gave in and we got a new door,
A portal to spiff up the entry décor.
It isn’t embellished, just simple and plain
But it’s neat, a condition I hope to maintain.
When visitors come, they may notice or not
For most likely, the old one was one they forgot
But I’ll welcome them all with the door opened wide
And embrace every one that I usher inside.
The most thrilling experience anyone can get
is speeding along in a convertible Corvette
This powerful four-wheeled machine is much better than good
when it’s got over four hundred horsepower under the hood.
Driving one of these gems is moving in first class
There is plenty of get up and go under that shell of fiberglass.
What a sweet time on a warm summer’s day
when I can zoom down an open highway.
Just my sweet attractive doll is riding beside me.
We move along at the speed limit so carefree.
You haven’t driven until you get inside a Corvette.
Chevrolet’s sporty model is the best one yet.
This baby displays her true colors when the flag’s unfurled.
There is nothing quite like her anywhere in the world.
Midst midnight flashes
a poet’s pen shattered
in the hand of him who simply muttered
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
Creatures howled ‘bove his window sill
the poet clutched a box of pills
that grew a pair of purple gills
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
Ah, a fiberglass arrow split the air
Jezebel’s or Beezelbub’s he never knew
when his hands and feet began to mew, he cried
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
Breathe in, breathe out
It fills my lungs
Expelling doubt
I gaze up at the sky
With dull and fading eyes
Inhale, exhale
Let out smoke, not cries
The calmness overtakes me
Nothing ever shakes me
Inhale, exhale
Nothing now will break me
A sigh escapes my lips
For past relationships
Inhale. Exhale
Come on man, get a grip.
The sweet and loving sting
And the calm that it will bring
Inhale, exhale im just one human being
Fix the things you can control
And what you cants a goal
Inhale, exhale
One day I’ll feel whole
I stub the smoldering butt
Even if I’m in a rut
Inhale, exhale
Calm my twisted guts
The ashes are much like the past
Smoked down to the fiberglass
Inhale, exhale
Breaks over, time to go back
Slode's new poem: Bug-man
Tarantula
Phantom motion seeking assembled characters
Catatonic semi-demonic the fervent priorities
Damned by honesty and crowned the duke of chill
Something happy
how fast a picnic can run out of stock
On the sale of the green belt on the sails of a pirate ship
A land who said i ll feed you just keep me as your friend
City slumber city
Easy A for the easy way just to not think at all
To wonder where the boundaries begin
Hope you heard that the bug man is in town
So what of electric static i got a fiberglass limousine
No comfort from the tingling pours over the karma of
where you been
The bug man has only a thing
to be a billionaire
Nothing to admire
Nothing worst that artificial intelligence bouquet
The night is mine when I find Saturday
When it was Love
Life couldn't be Less a conspiracy
Dying at the hands of control
Crying inside forever cause someone has taken your soul
More than the jackal more than the fox
They can see nature and go back only to memories when we were young
We have to fight
We have depravity
We have a mixture of the worst behaving there best
Its like no one sees anymore
They walk around like they can't find the door
It sends your head
for a spin
Its a sense of needing a guide makes it critical to survive
The one red nightmare the charm of the day
Only good thoughts make your credence spark
They promised a terror
Werewolf's sorry I only know one
Blood-thirst and dapper done
My tattered jeans wear always true
The warning and questioned purpose
Lie and free us all those to be unchained
Those to be chained,other to the end of misbelieve
Then those who can not pay
Those who just play
While others just want to be
Free from the distortion of the sloppy cheap-ass bass
"Timbales" are kettledrums from France and Spain; "Pauken" in Germany and "timpani" in other countries.
Greece, Middle East and ancient Egypt have kettledrums long time ago. Medieval crusaders in the 13th century brought nakers or small kettle drums in Europe for military purposes, specifically for signalling.
During the 15th century, Turks and Mongols used larger kettle drums for military processions.
Kettledrums are widely known as musical instruments in the 16th, 17th and 19th centuries.
When Greeks used the word "tympanon" for kettledrums as percussion instruments, Hebrews and modern Egyptians used similar drums for solemn rites, family gatherings and other special occasions.
Down the line after many centuries from its earliest roots, "timpani" (in plural form) is the commonly used word for kettledrums in both music and cultural entertainment. Kettledrums are made of copper or fiberglass in the form of bowls.
Kettledrums are lifeless objects, but the fairies and good elementals on earth give life to all other motionless entities. Material things around us may appear abstract, weird or odd, but it's only the human mind that can create life out of nothing.
If you play the accordion, harmonica, violin, bajo, piano, guitar, sitar, banduria, banjo, harp, Japanese Koto, Brazilian Tagima, African Kora, cymbals, gongs or any other instrument, playing the kettledrums can also be fun and worth the time. Don't forget to share your smiles and laughter with others! Life is an everlasting cycle of good and kindness. Stay good, grateful and beautiful!