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Born to a mainland,
With several islands of its own,
Mantis is raised,
And martial arts skills are honed.
The Priests of Pama,
Are pacifists of the Kree empire,
They wipe Mantis of her memories,
After training her with passionate fire.
Mantis was sent to Earth,
To experience life,
Mate with the strongest,
And end the warring strife.
Mantis married a plant-like alien,
And a master of the mind,
A Cotati who inhabited the Swordsman,
Her former lover, with which she allied.
Their marriage and mating,
Allowed her to give birth to her son,
The Star Child.
Thus, the life of the Celestial Messiah had begun.
Mantis, a formidable woman,
Who can fell Captain America and Thor,
Grandmaster Martial Artist,
Knows what pressure points to use in war.
She feels deeply,
And can hear many thoughts.
Speaker to many,
Expert communicator and connector of dots.
She psychically speaks with trees and plants,
Like Guardian Groot,
Appealing to the infinite plant wisdom,
To help missions bear better fruit.
Mantis can project herself,
To places far, far, away,
To make herself a compatible body shell,
And set the team up for a better stay.
Smart Strong Women Rule!
Women wear many hats.
Beware when they are protecting their young,
Especially when they are versed in martial arts spats.
A hero, a woman,
A fighter, a friend,
A mother, a lover,
Like all women, a powerful blend.
Even it is painful to see my country
I keep my inner wounds within myself
Because bad people love to put salt
In a wounds place for ointment
Envy hurt people's feeling
They inflect sadness instead of joy
This makes people hate each other
Too much intelligence sometimes makes leaders crazy
They don't want spokesman for themselves
He wants to manage his own political affairs by himself
But when he gets wrong he blame his opponent in doing so
Putting ill mannered-mistakes to make white to black
Or black to white and shared to the people as sentiments
The fabricated lies to others broadcast to sensationalizing
Silent dictatorship choke the people to revolution
Flowing the street with dissatisfaction with anger
People shouting for peace, propaganda and rage
Toppling the current administration to step out
But the Devil is holding power, money and influence
To hell with you people as the crocs said
Wait for the next election no more
Conniving powers from three branches is democracy
This is authoritarianism, silent martial law period
The leftist is silent for they are inception to cohort
Became the attack dog to the good politician
Money really hide what is decency and truth
The oligarch are profiting all the favor
Their business flourish in high degree price hike
The consumers are nowhere to protest the abuses
Where are the justice now, where are we fighting for
Where are our the generals, the defender of the masses
They are silent, money is the facemask to their mouth
I wonder where progress seen, good governance will be
I wonder why, I can cry is silence, gnashing my teeth
I wonder where the patriots will seek patronage
Where would the ordinary people will find solace
Where will my next generation hold its strength
Where will our nation take pride for independence
Where will our politician become our true leader
When will God intervene the affairs of men
Where will my people end its suffering, please tell me when.
If I had had the will to say ‘no’
When everyone around me said ‘yes’
If I had had the spirit to fight
When everyman accepted cowardice and remained a coward,
If I had had the courage to express
When the iron curtains suppressed,
If I had had the power to outlaw the law
When the lawmakers enacted martial law,
If I had had the urge to write
When something in me told me to ponder over,
If I had had the desire to reciprocate
When the Lass showed her interest in my acts,
Had I had the feel of empathy
When my people felt the need for support,
Had I had the courage to shed tears
When my heart of hearts pained,
Had I had the patience to listen
When everybody quarreled to convey,
Had I had the courage to be patient
When my nerves trembled with anger,
Had I had the power of my will to smile
When my ego needed fuel,
Had I had the impatience to be brave
When the world around me accepted slavery,
Had I had the revolutionary in me to stage out
When the social systems buried the spirit of humane,
I would have called me
‘An ordinary human being’
Not even an extra ordinary being.
What I had been is making me
A has been.
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
we salute your deepened empathy
your telepathic and combat martial skill,
ability to neck kill in quiet strength those
forgetting connection for correction —
How hard you trained with disciplined alien hierophants, unknowing what was in store, insectoid eyes witnessing xray life beneath facades, against all odds in any pod galore
hail we your embodiment as femme fatale
arum alone you dwelled when memory erased
Surely your creator, then priestly Pama nurturers
knew attributes needed to confront Darkness —
control over body-mind, agility, endurance
superior deductive abilities, one to shatter
steel, exact intuition, loving across dimensions
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
Mobile your compact body, changeable
invisible can you transmute it, one who
instantly perceives weak, strong gaps ~
of mixed gene origins, standing in stead
graceful your dances transfix, entrances
Magically mystical you fantasmorgorical
were conceived cutting storylines, timelines
astral travelling coding advanced healing skill
elfin efficiencies, occult knowledge top-notch
vibrating in cells, as rituals you perform in storm
Average humans we can but stand in awe
imbibing thaumaturgic miracles as we gape
Mantis escapades, reflect on deity energies
with flashes of insight that we too have
capacity to bend realities for good of all —
Goddess intergalactic madonna on comic
pages but a stimulus for our psyches
where futures are conceived, flute believe
geoshaped by wills from colonial brutalities
tough treading human evolution threading
Aah ! Mantis Madonna, the Avenger !
we ode your character unfolding
quantum revolutions as a 3D green niece
praying lands, hands together on moist
marigold fronds, for us to curtsy
before another cosmic fly-off
go green queen, go !
What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the COVID creators and kamikaze?
Does it cause rage and your blood boil?
Do you want me to just wrap food in foil?
Well if only you knew the burden we carry.
The judgement makes our life very scary.
Just because we know the martial arts.
Xenophobes show they have no hearts.
By damaging and boycotting our stores.
Graffiti phrases of shame on our doors.
Blaming us for events we did not partake.
Suffocating us like a giant python snake.
You did it to Arabs for the past 2 decades.
Cutting into their hearts like razor blades.
We remember our grandparents detained.
In WWII internment camps they remained.
The rate of racially motivated attacks.
Piling up medical bills in huge stacks.
Offenders don’t even verify the origin.
Willing to strike a parent’s next of kin.
Nationwide the frequency has tripled.
Through communities fear has rippled.
Let’s try to look past what you can see.
To lower Asian Americans new anxiety.
(Human Written)
Manti is a human mutate in comics
member of Avengers . . . and the Guardians of the Galaxy
a female fatale who becomes Celestial Madonna
she is also known as Willow and Lorelei
Mandy Celestine, and the
Celestial Madonna . . .
~ when asked about herself
she reveals nothing but her birth place
saying that she is half Vietnamese
and half German ~
in childhood she excels at martial arts
as an adulthood she is mind-wiped
and sent into the world for experience . . .
working in a bar as a sex worker and barmaid
she meets Swordman . . . member of the Avengers
~ she follows him to join the Avengers
and has many adventures, battles and lovers overtime
neglecting Swordman who helped her ~
she gives birth to a son
but I do not know who is the father
though she is forced to give him up
Mantis searches for him
all over the earth and other universes . . .
a mother will never give up . . . soon he is an adult
in a battle she explodes into fragments . . .
~ Mantis had a complicated existence
her abilities were great, regenerative healing, energy projection
astral projection, martial arts expert . . . and empathy
. . . and I imagine may other abilities
not sure why she turned green
Free Verse/Mantis as the Celestial Madonna
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Martial Translations
Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair to the greedy?
2.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you tart Amaro to the greedy?
Amaro is an after-dinner liqueur thought to aid the digestion after a large meal.
3.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you an aperitif to the greedy?
4.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but they’re pimps to the seedy.
Ad cenam invitant omnes te, Phoebe, cinaedi.
mentula quem pascit, non, puto, purus *****est.
You ask me why I love fresh country air?
You're not befouling it, mon frère.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
You’ll find good poems, but mostly poor and worse,
my peers being “diverse” in their verse.
2.
Some good poems here, but most not worth a curse:
such is the crapshoot of a book of verse.
Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura
quae legis hic: aliter non fit, Auite, liber.
He undertook to be a doctor
but turned out to be an undertaker.
Chirurgus fuerat, nunc est uispillo Diaulus:
coepit quo poterat clinicus esse modo.
1.
The book you recite from, Fidentinus, was my own,
till your butchering made it yours alone.
2.
The book you recite from I once called my own,
but you read it so badly, it’s now yours alone.
3.
You read my book as if you wrote it,
but you read it so badly I’ve come to hate it.
Quem recitas meus est, o Fidentine, libellus:
sed male cum recitas, incipit esse tuus.
Recite my epigrams? I decline,
for then they’d be yours, not mine.
Ut recitem tibi nostra rogas epigrammata. Nolo:
non audire, Celer, sed recitare cupis.
I do not love you, but cannot say why.
I do not love you: no reason, no lie.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare:
hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.
You’re young and lovely, wealthy too,
but that changes nothing: you’re a shrew.
Bella es, nouimus, et puella, uerum est,
et diues, quis enim potest negare?
Sed cum te nimium, Fabulla, laudas,
nec diues neque bella nec puella es.
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Satanic occults stretch there black hands through the dark,
practicing there black magic, nothing left of them, hollow as dead tree bark
yet its a problem to read your bible in public places, or proclaim the gospel,
to them,
Jesus will come with pounding revelations
martial law sets in place
we become herded cattle
pigs gathered In a filthy place
shepherds of shame,
misleading the sheep, still they claim there not the ones to blame
watch as the risen Babylon comes
nothing it ever was
rejoice when the time comes for its final crumbs
these visions awaken within me rage
want to go Ghost rider
whip them all, make them remember the name
(John 2. 13-22 Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle)
"Zeal for your house will consume me."
I'd rather die
than have them take me Alive
for them I will not change
see the links
in these coming chain
CHEERY 2
Weathered wood bench
Old as us two;
Hardy as teak
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On this trip
Make ends meet;
Garage sales
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Joy seeds enough
No need for stuff;
Just call the bluff
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Just two old souls
In brief posture;
Human nature knows
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Cheery in grief
Joy fills the brief;
Small talk punctuates
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Wednesday cascades
New mystery floats;
Touch of morning light
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Morning Glory flowers
Temporary respite;
Hazy sun floats
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Laughter and glee
Children frolic;
Playtime melodies
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Chinese pugilists
Martial arts dancing;
Crafty moves delight
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Stillness permeates
Silence glowing;
Calm quiet creates
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Grocery shopping spree
So much to carry;
Overstretched arms
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TV conversations
Meal time indulgence;
Sitcom fantasies
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Leon Enriquez
25 September 2015
Singapore