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A genuine hero isn't one that's flawless
Arguably not the one garmented with
Absolute forfeits but one who is purely
Accountable in securing relationships
Amiably without trade of another life.
Fantastically feeding through the
Flickering lengths of surfaces
Flawlessly demonstrating, yet exploring the
Fatal ends of the earth
Formulated with his hands.
Firmly confronting unknown demons with
Frictions slipping through the gutters
Flourished and aided by true
Friendship with an unending ink.
Mr. Fantastic.'
Invisibly sewing through the storm
It's amazing how universal laws
Illuminates patterns bearing geniuses.
Intrepidly matched with foxes and foes
Incognito, still dooming through the runs
Inexorable the heiress that jogs through walls
Infallibly without a pause for blockages.
'The Invisible Woman.'
Humbly joining the waves in a path
Haven to show light in reflection of
Hazardous challenges and adventures
Hurtful exposures but the
'Human touch' burns through
Heartily thrives not drowning in power
Havoc stricken but banked on
Hopelessly sticking to what's better than potatoes.
Family!
'The Human Touch.'
The Thing that Grimm's do is
Tactfully take souls to the other world full of
Turbulence but he possesses a crushing strength
Tenaciously draws the souls back to life
Triumphant discoveries without boundaries
Topped against gravity and human deposition
The sailors enemy isn't the dreadful
Tenebrous storms but the ignorance and absence of
Tough likeminds that can generate a tunnel.
'The Thing.'
A fantastic four!
Aglio olio pEperoncino
Wasn’t dish of the dino
They weren’t valentino
They didn’t drink pellegrino
Weren’t scared of gino
They hadn’t bet in casino
Wearn’t sweater merino
But probably knew of neutrino
As everything natural does
But dino rhymes better with rhino
And rarely they are albino
Human reptilian brain
That they each do maintain
Makes some of them insane
Way they pursue gain
Power, authority, status
Shizoidal apparatus
Human value with respect
Makes life a delicate balance
The real can’t bear deceit
And consequence leads to menace
On balance with this kilogram
Judgement of pray and predator
But then it turns other way
Impede the impendator
Logic is very difficult
Requires serious judgement
Their retardness is infinite
Benefit isn’t our obligement
This is the army of virus
This of the disease
Physical force is silencer
And system destroyed with ease
Our favourite is ballistics
Targeting projectile
This time it shall pass your planet
But this is the last time
We code of the nature collected
Secured in hidden place
There is no need for you, humans
That isn’t the meaning of space
Wondering Stuxnet
WhEn was the first time
On timeline of all and many
Various frictions,
Einstein?
Time of the solar system
Equations we’re ought to define
Definitely shall kill them
And that will be fine
Thank you for your screening
Distrust and disrespect
You lost this inning
InconsIderate of important aspect
Logistics
Linguistics
Statistics
Ancient criminalistics
Calling for lethal ballistics
Due those characteristics
Of impact and outcome
Inadequate algorythmics
Remnants of old mystics
The gainest position on vessel
Is whom beating the drum
And lowest of the low
Row, row, row
In darkness your body glow
And abyss below
There’s benefit in the slow
What do you wait for,
The pitcher,
Throw
I believe life too runs on wheels
People gallop and gear it up with deals
Let me frame a lofty goal
To win, I must keep the pedals roll
It could either be a pleasure or pain
I must handle it with a unique vein
Forget not applying brakes
Or else, away the passion takes
No wrong if we try to soothe and coax
Be supportive like a wheel’s spokes
Bear not bloody restrictions
Bearings reduce frictions
To lube the cognitive chain
Add fun for making a smooth lane
Bicycle reflects the cycle of a life
Seat it and set it with no strife
Place : 3 rd
Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
Love bewitches
While certainty is almost not real,
what is the allure of love and its deal.
The trembling stories filling many books,
the playground of temptation and its looks.
The chemistry in moon light haunted,
irrational thoughts unbounded.
The secret in more than anything else,
and being the observing intense myself.
When all is nothing beside it thinks,
and stupid melodies nonstop sings.
Dreaming doors just open wide,
filling every texture with you beside.
Touching eyes graving sensation,
bodily frictions as salvation.
When worlds collide and gently intricate,
nothing but delightful incident.
Is this the complex firmament all felt,
constant twilight motions as loving imitation dwelt.
Fragile symbols meeting rocks to engrave,
for centuries to be saved.
When lips that touch not meaning much,
having the magic endurance as such.
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
Voices In A Single Room
The vibrant weave of separate threads can strain the common loom,
As many voices rise to speak within a single room.
The promise of a shared future meets the weight of history,
Where differences in faith and law become a mystery.
A nation tries to build a bridge across a deep divide,
While keeping room for smaller worlds to flourish side by side.
The legal pages note the strain, the speeches track the cost,
To ensure that in the crowded whole, no single voice is lost.
It is a heavy, shifting ground where hope and friction meet,
A slow and complicated dance upon a diverse street.
A tapestry of many threads, a country rich and wide,
Where varied paths and distinct steps are walking side by side.
The crowded streets are full of life, a bright, unfolding scene,
Where flavors blend and rhythms clash, and colors intervene.
From different soils come fresher minds, with ways to re-arrange,
The static thoughts of older days and spark a creative change.
By living close, the walls break down, as quiet empathy grows,
To heal the spaces carved by fear and doubts that ignorance sows.
The hands that arrive to clear the gaps and build the moving gears,
Drive innovation through the engine room to carry us through the years.
Yet underneath the vibrant mix, the quiet frictions start,
When older truths and deeper roots pull common ground apart.
A worry speaks in muted tones: will what we share decay,
If separate worlds within one state just look the other way?
When systems fail to build the bridge, the quiet margins grow,
And leaving groups behind in dark means hidden hardships show.
A heavy, complicated balance, recorded in the state's command,
The struggles and the promises that shape a diverse land.
Dream-Blisters
by Odin Roark
“…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights
rising,
saturating air
from 5th Ave
to Trump Towers,
to the Bronx,
atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts.
“Hurt and pain guised as success,
a purulent throb of discharge,
woulda
coulda
shoulda
now,
like always,
decorative wounds,
cover-ups
flung high over and through,
settling seasonally in Pennsylvania
2nd homes, where farm animals
gaze from fields
at repeated history,
learned celebration,
attainment’s price.
“So it goes.
“Rising,
spreading,
oozing dream-blisters,
festering from forever frictions.
Id and ego,
smooth and calloused,
reduced to screams and laughter.
"Have and have not antecedents
surviving now as virus,
knowing not of antidote,
immunity prevention
long ago ignored for addiction.”
“Why is that Mother?”
“Like the book says, sweetheart…
see here the illustration
barnyard animal-looking humans
all dressed in party finery
wondering what
to do now.”
“Why are they wondering?”
“Mr. Orwell told the story long ago.
Another writer addressed it again
a bit different,
but with the same warning."
“Is that what they’re wondering about…warning?”
“Yes, dear.”
She caresses her daughter’s forehead
“Some things take a long time to learn.”
“But we do learn them…right?”
“Sleep warm, daughter.”
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Craziest Time in Amphan
Forecast of cyclone Amphan alarmed us.
Doors-windows all closed oblivious.
Yet could not apprehend severity
ending in calamity.
Appeared roaring Amphan in devastating form.
Vigorous rigorous violent storm.
With tremendous thrust tempest outburst.
Cyclone blown touching two hundred kilometres speed per hour.
Simultaneous terrible heavy showers
Crowd of clouds too dense compact without any gap
Not allowing frictions perhaps
under high wind pressure to surrender
but to pour rains in opulence
threatening ambience.
No lightning flash or thunder
Outrageous uproar of cyclone in high pitch
on intermittent sonorous twitch.
Tall trees, huge massive ones encircling my premise
swinging, swaying, spinning, thrashing on one another.
Thick wooden framed glass doors of my house trembling.
Push of strong storm forced rain waters to flood my floor.
Ankle deep water collected surrounding sofa set.
Electricity was off.
We had candlelight dinner on compulsion,
not romantic but traumatic.
At midnight, all quiet on domestic front.
Yet we did not dare to open windows at night
At dawn, no storm, no rain, calm tranquil after disaster.
Most big trees are damaged, either have fallen or lost boughs, branches.
Tallest tree at gate lying slant hitting my balcony at corner, being uprooted.
One can walk on the big trunk to reach balcony at first floor.
Traffic signal Poles and lamp posts all broken.
TV not functioning, Mobile not working,
Telephone wire torn Internet gone.
Social distancing attained highest score.
Complete confinement settled us indoor.
Third Place
' Craziest Time ' Contest by Caren krutsinger