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"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant
and every evil doer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set
them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. Not a root or branch will be left
to them ... and they will be ashes under the soles of your feet."
Malachi 4:1-3, Old Testament Prophet
dr stephen strange, was a egotistical doctor
till he hurt his hands
and seeking a cure he found the ancient one
to become sorcerer supreme
dr victor von doom, monarch
he wears an iron mask to hide his evil scarred face
arrogant, superior, he has no mercy
he is very powerful
doom's mother was killed
in a bargain gone wrong with the mephisto
aged genghis, a powerful wizard calls a meeting
for all sorcerers
there is
a wild battle that leaves only strange and doom
strange in the end is winner
but the runner up doom is granted a gift
he wants to free is mother
with dr strange's help
but, doom plans
to exchange strange's soul for his mothers soul
entering hell they battle the hellfire demons
satan is angry
he sets black ravens and sandstorms to stop them
and they get separated
they wander in hell searching
till doom meets up with satan and makes a deal
to free his mother's soul he will exchange strange's soul
his mother is disgusted
in a battle with satan the doctors win
cynthia is then freed and goes to heaven
strange and doom return to earth
was it a triumph
dr doom had an evil plan
in the name of love
well, he got what he wanted
and that was to at last free his mother's soul
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March 09, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-378-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Suzette Prime is a form created by Suzette Richards of PS
Written for the Premiere contest, Hell
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/10/2023
First Place
Written: March 29, for Robert James Liguori Contest
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A wise anile saying sticks in my head,
I've been hoping that you're unique, you said.
You're not alone; you've just been sorry,
I'm eager to meet you; I feel your image starry.
Whatever you wanted me to do, I would do,
I pledge to support you every day, too.
I worry, dear, as you must stay on track,
And asking, will you kindly come back?
Honey, won't you please stay?
It feels as if you've made up your mind to leave.
Please, sweetie, do not go away,
Never lose faith; continue to believe.
Darling, won't you please stay?
Let's embark on a fresh start.
I realize that you're in search of a way,
We should have a sincere heart-to-heart.
I vow to support you without fail every day,
So don't hesitate to let your emotions grow.
Sweetie, won't you please stay?
I will be here waiting for you; I won't let you go.
You are both my friend and my healer,
You're the only one who can mend my heart.
You are the source of both pain and feeler,
Smitten me, let me die, or beat me to start.
No thrill in delight, no glum in gloominess,
Strange in the land, but just in your head.
Unbiased of personal interest or spuminess,
I'm ecstatic; I adore you and our hidden stead.
Ask stars how is my conduct and pantomime,
I dream around your whims and can't sleep.
To what extent does anyone realize at this time?
Only you matter in this instance, for me to keep.
A girl, known, as an immaculate infant, never cried,
Grew up, like wildflowers, to assume her rights never tried;
Turned out to be the best gymnast at the age of thirteen,
Paralyzed due to sabotage, yet, in truth, a gym queen...!
Vanessa Eichholz, Ilsa, faces all ally forces,
Seemingly emotionless, Ilsa fights all hard courses;
As strong as iron and brave as a lioness, she rose,
An entire army, as lifeless glazier boulders she froze...!
As the German Occult Bureau shines in a Nazi role,
With Project Ragna Rok, Ilsa attains her idol goal;
Gets attacked by the Hellboy who bursts through the castle roof,
Ilsa enters the magic Iron Maiden; lives shellproof...!
08 March 2023
The Women of Hellboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
An inferno of thoughts and chaos
No one sees that the smile does not reach the eyes
A fortress built by betrayal
When the words are pronounced,
they can no longer be withdrawn
A devilish and poisonous voice sings to me
the influence of the words is decisive
Impossible to fight this dark force
In his presence
a putrefaction, stench, fire and dark smoke
A glimpse into hell - is a fact
09.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Hell Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
8th place in the contest
I had been searching high and low for the perfect cat
visiting adoption centers and grooming centers every day
Then one day I decided to walk into a pet store at the mall
and lo and behold in front of me was the prettiest black cat
I'd ever seen...
I knew the sales girl I secretly named he "the cat whisperer"
She treated every cat with such loving reverence
When I asked if I could adopt her, she just stared at me blankly
"Do you realize that today is Halloween"
there is a rules, no black cats sold on Halloween Day!
Some people are cruel and they torture them
I can see her shudder then calm down as she patted the cat
I decided right then and there, I would adopt this beautiful feline.
Meanwhile, two big green eyes pinned mine as if to say ,
"please adopt me and let me out of here "
The sales girl relented, partly because she knew me,
partly because of her soft tender heart;
"Tell you what, fill in the papers and come back tomorrow "
I smiled as the Universe sent me this haloed moment of joy
She licked her paws then let out the cutest meowl,
she was mine, and oh how she knew it !
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Contest Name Black Cat
March 30, 2022
At the road’s blind end at the edge of distant glen,
faded red arrows showed the unpaved pathway,
winding through thicket to the hidden rose garden.
Why charming rose was nurtured secretly far away?
Rose seekers should track the scent, some would say.
I tried but couldn’t find the way to the rose garden,
the posy of red rose for your birthday I failed to get.
You thought it was an imprudent act of neglect brazen,
my unintentional lapse upset you so much, I did regret,
a misfortune, my rosy heart I gave, you hadn't seen yet.
November 16, 2021
Contest : Rose Poetry
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
Close up and behold gem of worth
Gargantuan with respect to value
Defying dirt from mother earth.
Through microscope midst vibrant light
Lens reveal precious treasure
Iridescent, glowing against dross’ blight.
Under microscope divine, held graciously magnified
There am I, faith-polished by the Creator’s hand
To fulfill His assigned role, as precious stone* beautified.
*1 Peter 2:5 - Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
December 20, 2023
6th place, "Any Poem" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/16/2024
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", I question.
Research on this ancient proverb, of course
finally brought me to this aged suggestion:
"the longer its teeth, the older the horse."
Remembering a blue-chip London bus trip
we took a journey to T-Square perforce.
There upon the fourth plinth, we dared not to skip
the stellar sculpture called Hans Haacke's "Gift Horse."
Borrowing from equine pictures drawn by George Stubbs,
Fulfillment for posterity, Hans' ace of clubs.
Readily, H. Haacke now spins a skeleton
which features a ribbon of ticker tape
from the London's Stock Exchange's latest run.
Money and power set in a new shape.
But recently, fate has behooved to remove
this sculpture to Chicago's latitutde.
Proverb's warning: Looking at its teeth for proof,
you slay a gift horse with ingratitude.
August 19, 2019
https://www.artic.edu/exhibitions/8944/hans-haacke-gift-horse
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Contest Name A Notable Horse
Lonely I reside inside a metropolis of tents,
not too far from an anthill of insignificance,
It’s little occupants take no notice of me
and why should they, for I’m insipid waste,
Growing weary and paranoid I prod the
anthill with a stick, seeking some attention,
A few ants come out to check, turn around and go back in,
it’s just that scruffy dumb kid again, ignore him
I walk away deflated and depressed at
my inability to interact, and rouse them into action,
Fruitlessly probing at inanimate outcrops,
just fills me with more inadequacy,
Killing time killing the day
nowhere to go nowhere to play,
But wait hold on! things are looking up, I’ve been
given a mask, now the ants won’t recognize me,
I can’t wait to play with them tomorrow
A child in UNHCR camp, somewhere in the
middle of anywhere, that’ll take him
Human Rights Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
01/12/21
Contest: Black Cat Moan by Glenn Hughes
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Date: July 7th 2026
A title can be the make or break
On if a work is read.
If it sparks some intrigue
Then ideas fill your head.
It draws your eyes and pulls you in
To see what can be found,
Just like Glenn Hughes song, "Black Cat Moan"
Has expressions quite profound.
He's on an inward journey of recovery,
Some soul and spiritual healing.
The title alone - "Black Cat Moan"
Reveals the pain he's feeling!
A title can be a prècis of the work
Or it can give readers a clue.
It aids interpretation.
Though that's up to me and you.
So as I write my poems
I'll give some thoughtful time
To create a title that might give away
The reason for the rhyme.