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One who actually knows God's Word and then chooses to follow
To many this may appear absurd as they themselves are hollow
Those who pray are often right as those who don't soon get lost
Finally one who can see His Light as we've paid such a high cost
Nor will he dare raise and shake his fist at the Lord of all Creation
Satan also said God's Word with a twist as common in this nation
Such a man having a Godly fear should be esteemed and admired
For God will make all things clear and His people will so be inspired
Presently we have just the opposite changing before our very eyes
A very dark soul that is unlit unable to even hear such unborn cries
Leading the minions down hells path as they complain about cable
Not even aware of God's wrath, the worst destruction of any fable
Go ahead and pick the winner shaking your fist high in the air
Huckabee may be a sinner, but go against God, he wouldn't dare
For today ISIS is already here, what we've achieved in six years
The one thing that remains clear is without God there's only tears
When you vote, consider God's Unborn Children
As He too will consider this when He votes on your fate as well!
It’s all for fun, fun for all, brothers, three
Like musketeers, they’re bound by oath and blood.
To Mom, the rules are all a mystery,
Their games are equal parts laughter and mud.
With rapier-like sticks in little hands,
Imaginary evils they must fight.
They gallop ‘cross the yard to foreign lands.
Be wary, minions, of this trio’s might!
Then, victory declared, they march inside,
Their weapons safely placed outside the door,
To brag, to boast of all who lived and died,
And pledge, come the morrow, there will be more.
Then fed and washed and resting ‘til the morn
When brave adventure sounds again its horn!
Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits
comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked cretin
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.
Salty sea breeze
Somnolence comes;
Afternoon nap
~~~~~~~~~
New dessert shoppe
Bees to honey;
Ice cream delights
~~~~~~~~~
Moments linger
Floating feelings;
Buoyant touch
~~~~~~~~~
Words do not flow
Tired with fatigue;
Try again tomorrow
~~~~~~~~~
Morning tryst
Verse scripts hurl;
Kite in the wind
~~~~~~~~~
A good night's sleep
Late morning rising:
Pleasant dreams ease
~~~~~~~~~
Stray solemn wind
Rainy interlude;
Thunder and lightning
~~~~~~~~~
Essay unfinished
Words in withdrawal;
Day slips away
~~~~~~~~~
Broken routine
Change of plans;
Tensile disruption
~~~~~~~~~
Change sets sail
Unknown waters;
Surprise and uncertainty
~~~~~~~~~
Morning whispers
Coffee sensations;
Drowsy disruptions
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon here
Haiku moment insight;
Experience grounds
~~~~~~~~~
Two birds singing
Choral on ledge;
Natural serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Workday parade
People like minions;
Subway intercourse
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbours smile
Strangers in lift trip;
Molest phone devices
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . .
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . .
They live to serve, all they need is a leader
Their language is gibberish-fueled insanity
Like, we love you (tutaliloo ti amo)
Now there is this a group of Minions despicable
Minions of Anarchy . . .
A motorcycle gang of Minions
Roaring around on two wheels, zoooom
The leader is Clay, ugly (bananoninal!)
A one eye-master of destruction
His wife Gemma, la femme fatale
There is always a handsome hero
And his name is Jax, a blonde, one eyed Minion
Obviously quite insane and mentally disturbed
His wife, Tara, hate her (tatata-dala-tu)
And the other members of the group
Juice, Tigs, Opie, Kozit, Chibs, and Bobby
This despicable group are bad to the bone
Oh, not sure if Minions have bones . . .
Anyways, havoc and destruction follow them
But, I love (tutaliloo ti amo) their story, sorry (bi do)
what(po-ta !) you say of these bad boys
Oh, such depression and joy and family ties
Nothing is more important to them than family
Kiss, kiss, kiss (muak, muak, muak)
This is but one group of Minions
Like all who dwell in the world, there are many groups
Some good, some bad, and some just silly
Thank you (tank you)
Goodbye (poopayel)
Cheers (kanpal)
__________________________
February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Minions of Anarchy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-322-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Minions
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Drip…Drip…Drip…
Don’t let the blood drip or we’ll be
Caught…Caught…Caught…
Trip…Trip…Trip…
Don’t expose our weaknesses or we’ll be
Fought… Fought… Fought…
Rip…Rip…Rip…
Don’t MAKE any sudden racket or we’ll be
Shot…Shot…Shot…
Slip…Slip…Slip…
Don’t unleash our shame or we’ll be
Sought…Sought…Sought…
Depend on your defense and fight all those outrageous minions!
Gettah—grip…grip…grip…
Don’t fret, dear orphans, or we’ll remain
Fraught…Fraught…Fraught…
Don’t let it—slip…slip…slip…
Don’t repeat our name or we’ll be
Bought…bought…bought…
DO NOT—skip…skip…skip!
Don’t roam about or you’ll land in an uncanny
Lot…lot…lot…
Don’t zone out or you’ll face your outlandish fears!
Well, gettah grip…grip…grip…
Don’t plunge unto the forest ground or you’ll be outtah
Breath...Breath…Breath
RIP…RIP…RIP…
If you don’t abide by the rules, you’ll meet your
DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
So, gettah grip…grip…grip…
You don’t wanna be enveloped in our
Wrath…Wrath…Wrath…
Slip…Slip…Slip…
Oh, you don’t wanna drift away into the devil’s
Path…Path…Path…
Are you ready to give in to victory?
Do you all want this incredible power or what?
ANSWER ME!
You make me downright fraught...you fools!
You fiends!
You ignorant,
insufferable
monsters!
Don’t create a ludicrous scene or we’ll be downright
Fought…fought…fought…
Don’t you dare let it slip…slip…slip…
Don’t replicate our failures or we’ll be
Naught…naught…naught…
Those two days the brief hours saliently witnessed
A pristine noteworthy bout, a piece of history perhaps;
The lustful error when gods mate with the mortal type
And the walls between saints and sins of ether collapse.
Does a god fallen from the airs wander in the bosom of the earth,
Or does he his wounded wings renew with balm for a return above?
The error of a sovereign does not allow his stay among the minions;
Princes mustn’t give pigs their pearls, nor should pigs show them love.
Such was the case that ill-fated Saturday evening
When drunken Adonis left his ornate honored throne
To frolic with a stupefied Demeter exiled by passion
And untamed need from the earth’s most arid horn.
Adonis is reminded of his error by some mystic impulse
But finds his flightless self entombed in lay transience,
Demeter, a lesser deity by many counts, lures him to stay
But he has to obey the lyrical call of the fallen Alcaeus.
He finds himself reciting an Alcaic verse,
“I now can fly at will…”at last he discovers!
Alas! Just like poor Rapunzel, poor Princess Fauna was imprisoned in the highest wicked tower in her entire kingdom! Princess Fauna had long natural golden hair just as long and sturdy as Rapunzel's. Rapunzel was rescued by a thief, whereas Princess Fauna was rescued by a white knight in sterling silver, astride a white noble steed also called "Silver."***
"Hark! What sounds do mine own ears hear?" I hear the thundering hoof beats of a noble steed! Pray chance Almighty God, Thou hast sent one of Thine own knights to rescue me? Have mercy and loving kindness towards me! And smile favorably down upon Thine handmaiden from heaven's lofty heights." ***
Riding with the speed of the wind was a brave young knight clad in sterling silver armor. He posses a sword of truth, justice, liberty and honor. There was a bright and shining rainbow above his noble crown. Whenever he lifted his sword of justice towards God's lofty heavens', lightening bolts struck his holy and mighty sword!***
The royal knight Justin Freeman aimed his sword towards the fierce and fiery Satanic dragoons imprisoning the poor princess! Bolts of heavenly lightening came forth from his sword of liberty! The enemy's dragoons were struck dead by lightening. He then used his sword to pierce the black hearts of the demonic dragoons sent by Satan. And his victorious sword was drench with their lives' blood. ***
Then Princess Fauna let down her golden hair, and Royal knight Justin Freeman, ascended into the tower. Next they used her long golden locks to descend the evil tower. Finally he aimed his sword directly at it, and it bursts into flames. ***
They sang, danced and rejoiced and praised the Lord for its destruction! And the destructions of the evil dragoons! They rejoiced over the defeat of Satan and his minions! The forces of goodness and light were victorious over the forces of evil and darkness!
He then carried Princess Fauna on his noble steed "Silver" unto his own kingdom of goodness and light. Where God Almighty was the only God
worshiped and recognized! "And they lived happily ever after." ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 11, 2020
Enterprising Henry IV declares suzerainty over state
Xenophobic princes seek the royal prerogative to abate
Cautious king uses diplomacy, threats his minions to subjugate
Old rivals in Saxony Henry's consolidation with tyranny equate
Morose princes in the hinterland seek to avoid a similar fate
Manic King Henry sends his forces the opposition to eradicate
Unifying his kingdom, Henry dispatches puppets, builds forts his
subjects to ingratiate
Nouveau Pope, Gregory VII, seeks his spiritual fiefdom to
accentuate
Invoking ban on German King's power to bishops nominate
Calculating King refuses to cooperate with this diabolical dictate
Arrogant Pope responds to Henry's disobedience with a writ to
excommunicate
Terrified, Henry performs penance to wipe clean the slate
Ecclesiastical mantra restored; Pope Gregory VII absolves the
humbled magnate
Demeaned but not demised, Henry continued to temporal, spiritual
power appropriate
Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.
~1984 by George Orwell, published June 8, 1949
Who is that standing under the mountaintop;
could it be the shadow of The Old Poet,
and is it speaking The Poet's verses nonstop
in voices young and old as if Thou Knowest
the depth of my soul and the words it would drop
into the valley of voracious locust;
the poems devoured by its mindless minions,
spewed like poison in their vast pavilion?