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Will won the table tennis at Rio,
And celebrated this great victory,
By instantly jumping on the table,
With his arms stretched both sides.
For this he got the yellow card,
From a lines judge at the side,
So he approached her, hugged,
But she still didn't smile once.
He then ran over to his coach,
Arms wide open, hugged him:
Took a running jump, sprang,
Up into his arms in embrace.
He then did exactly the same thing,
To Jonny Vagus, the comedian:
He took another running jump,
And sprung straight into his arms.
Will was born with arthrogryposis,
Which affects all four of his limbs,
He overcame cancer aged seven,
And was born on 17 January 1988.
From Sheffield and Kent born,
And while Will was in hospital,
Overcoming cancer, lymphoma,
His grandma got him a TT table.
He loved it and joined a Kent club,
Represented Kent as non-disabled,
Moved to Bristol and met a coach,
And 2008 joined the para TT team.
In 2011 Will secured a solid gold,
At the Euro Champs in Croatia,
He was voted the Players’ Player,
So 2012 he became World No. 1.
At the London Paralympics 2012,
He was sad, greatly disappointed,
With silver for the men’s singles,
Loosing to Jochen Wollmart, DE.
In 2013 he struck silver, Euros,
Won gold at the Lignano Masters,
Another gold in Slovenia 2014,
Which set him up for the Worlds.
At the Worlds in Being in 2014,
Will won the men’s singles gold,
And a team bronze ‘cos he chats,
Then came the Euros in 2015.
In 2015 Will travelled to Vejle,
Which is in Denmark’s land,
Where he took silver twice over,
For the singles, for the team.
Archimedes slipped in the shower
Diogenes drowned in a barrel
Thor shook in his thunder
Ariadne lost her thread
Pinocchio had a broken nose
Rapunzel sported a wig
The Little Prince had no transport
Aladdin no fuel left in the lamp
Spinoza bereft of lenses to grind
Descartes left without doubt
Socrates no market place
Plato caved into shadows
Sleeping Beauty with insomnia
Cinderella barefoot forever
Little Suck-a-thumb had a thimble
Jonny looked into a looking glass
1984 was mere fantasy fiction
A Brave New World had courage
My Lord had run out of flies
The Never Ending Story stopped
What if the planet was flat and politicians told the truth
Jesus played Balderdash with Mohammed and Siddhartha
The rising sun set in the East by a pot of tarred rainbows
I would still love you to the moon and beyond my princess
Go to the end of the earth as long as you will hold my hand
28th November 2019
Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.
The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is resurrection-able of their cartoon version.
However, that filmed production wherein human characters
portrayed their cartoon counterparts as singularly
different. Granted that there'd be others that
were produced on the silver screen
whereto calls into question
my 'good measure'
ergo, google
ID it to be
a 2005
film.
First off, ...
The Invisible Woman was visibly
fetching and was indebted to
Mr. Fantastic's character,
yet not by definition.
The Thing's character was quick to temper
and getting stoned whenever ...
The Human Torch,
combust.
Albeit, Mr. Fantastic's human counterpart was
misleading as his appearance rendered him
to be fantastic-ally half his portrayed age
and that protege veneer was studious.
The contrast between Mr. Fantastic's cartoon character,
stems from Dr. Ben of The Jonny Quest Adventures
who shares that '60s science-like qualities
whereto Mr. Fantastic bears a streak
of gray hair--defining age factor.
Furthermore, the content of that movie is fleeting other than
the fact that The Human Torch is excessively
--cold.
Sadly, the complete genre of cartoon episodes no longer
occupies my memory banks--blank. Whether they'd
be televised or store-shelved, it'll also include my
children's. Most characters are more noticed
than the show/comic/toy they delivered.
Noting their identifiable names, Popeye versus the
boys' Pac-Man and the girls' Barbie, and beyond
that ... nothing,
"C'est la vie, mon ami/amie."
"That's life, my friend."--> Masculine/Feminine: French translated
Imagine your self
stuck in the situation
your husband a wife beater
three children no money
how do you escape
how do you make a life
for yourself your children
your future, you have a right
Too be safe
to be strong
to be free
nobody has the right
to own you
to attack you
to hurt you
you have a right to freedom
lifeline could
talk to people
find people
that are willing
to provide emergency accommodation
families investing could provide jobs
ten dollars per week fifty two thousand per year
investing year after year creating wealth
Employment provides the income
to feed your children
with money in your pocket
you can find a place to rent
from the foundation of your home
you can improve your education
beginning the climb
to a better future.
Cousin Jonny has lost his job
his family depend on his income
but because his family
invested in creating companies
He has other opportunities
available he has other avenues to walk.
you meet a man on the street
angry hitting his car
you stop and spent
five minutes listening
broken hearted he tells you
the factory he works at shut down
redundant now his car has died
leaving him stranded and angry
sometimes anger is an expression
of frustration, a different form of tears
Because your family invested
you can give him a job
his car towed to a garage can be fixed
and with money he can pay the bill
people don't need charity
they need a future
even the job of a cleaner
provides to money to improve your education
Success comes on the back of hard work and effort
to climb above the problems of poverty
to climb above the streets of homelessness
does not require charity
the road to better futures, comes with employment
granted if you have a drug or alcohol problem
perhaps you can't hold down a job
some problems you have to fix yourself
the first problem you have to beat
is your addiction but remember, what you do in life
is also the behaviour, you teach your children,
the success of your life, depends on your decisions.
Say What
[Verse 1]
Con tend to the consequences, no pretense,
Stepping up like a contender, ready to commence,
Dodging lenders, yeah, I am broke but have no shame,
Sneaking around the loop holes, some treat it like a game.
Holding tight to the gems, living free and rude,
Life is a twisted lesson, even if it is crude.
[Chorus]
Freedom isn’t free, but I am ready for the fight,
Nothing to prove, yet I stand in the light,
From the dirt to the heights, with my machete I make a path,
My name is G3, the Spaghetti Monster would laugh,
When I fall on my ass.
[Verse 2}
Cruella in this jungle, watch the rich folks pout,
Every challenge met like I am ready for a bout,
Fat stacks of courage, laid up high in my mind,
Sipping on Jonny Blue, leaving pain behind.
Cuddle buddy left me, but I still rise again,
With that V8 type of growl, I am my own best friend.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Lessons, they were learned, through the storm and the strife
In this ed up two faced mirrored matches, I own my own life.
Confinement
The Monkey Jumped 0ff of My Mack
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Baby, baby!
I am almost fading,
Got a Dade Murphy “Zero Cool,”
Detention appointment after school,
I could crash and burn, yet, I just might learn, the twists and turns,
That people just want to seem to talk about, how I took another route...
I might walk the line sometimes,
Still, I do it even in my work-shirt, sarong, kilt, or skirt,
I am NOT Wayne but still NOT worthy,
I am NOT the only one that got left behind hurting,
What the heck am I even blurting? Maybe I am just nerdy,
Yet, there is NO need to worry,
I wore a cross but as a crossdresser it got stolen,
Wondering for who, what, why.... I am still holding...
To embolden, it is an embarrassment, who cares where our parents went,
This right here you are talking to, had to really vent, it is another stint,
NOT stunt, to be so blunt, take a hint, I fought, to share this and forsake God,
I will rot, but I sought you, from the very start, just brush it off, be tough, bluff, take your stuff,
Because after all it is just some art.
You have my heart.
"In You"
What more to be said
or thought, when
poetry flows like water
a never ending tap
of dreams and thoughts
spilling from a full heart
overflowing
onto blank pages
pouring into the mind
of you
the writing stops
eventually
but the stories
continue
in
and through
you
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Open the Floodgates”/ Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/yyq-YwrUJhw
LYRICS/ "Open the Floodgates", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-open-the-floodgates-lyrics
"Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/hw8fWV86Qt0
LYRICS/ "Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-free-in-the-knowledge-lyrics
"Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/YjXN0ViG0jc
LYRICS/ "Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-pana-vision-lyrics
artist/Ben Sack
https://www.bensackart.com/
The tip of the fur tree sticks out like a sore candle
Barely visible an angel drowns in a pileup of presents
Fortunately wrappers and cards are bio-degradable
Each allocated their circumspect place for recycling
Ribbons find rest in a manger on top of Baby Jesus
Who awaits resurrection just breathing under the load
Season’s decorations sum up the festival of love
Finely crafted dollar signs meet the cherishing eyes
Wooden ornaments of cross bows and skull bones
Defiled grave stones miniscule reminders of peace
Guns and roses entwining unmistakeable messages
Thorns are forever and tiny bullets shine like tinsel
Mesmerized the young family looks at their gifts
No plastic in sight because this is a sustainable feast
Chocolate Santas jingle silent nights on Kalashnikovs
Pinocchio attempts to rescue the meaning of kindness
Slides down the chimney on Rapunzel’s delicate hair
Gets ditched in a trench of poppies bloody like wine
A veiled little figure begs for mercy at the Jolly Inn
Which looks like a shopping mall that hails indigestion
Jojos powered by solar eclipses arrest in full flight
But the children are happy as long as they get a drone
To spread holy prophesies in the name of liberation
From infidel contamination of pagans soldiering on
Jonny plays with the cardboard crates not quite prepared
For what might be in Pandora’s Box and Felix the cat licks
Tins of caviar and dolphin with no tuna caught in the net
Holly and Ivy are too small to digest mince pies and porkies
They shriek when Christmas crackers explode in their faces
Are too young to wonder what might have caused the charade
20th December2019
Feeling again
Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void
demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when
moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity
This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless
mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated
mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow
One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters
turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction
appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise
at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river
flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags
and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black
Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted
when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms
once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched
to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings
intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness
they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture
Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons
from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees
in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds
09th July 2016
Number one with cartoons were William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.
They started at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in Culver City, California.
These two were the co-creators of the famous Tom and Jerry.
Beginning in 1957 was some of their amazing history.
So many of their other creations attained immense popularity.
Who doesn't know Yogi Bear, Quick Draw Mc Graw, and Pixie and Dixie?
Nearly everyone remembers The Flintstones, Jetsons, and Jonny Quest.
Scooby Doo, The Wacky Races, and Fantastic Four, are among the rest.
Both men are gone now, but they are still considered the best.
I thank both wikipedia.org and youtube.com for information I obtained to write this poem