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On this and in many occasions
We've seen him proudly display
His titles along side of his
World Championship.
Tonight he enters the ring a
Battered and Bruised man.
Allowing a non contender to
Best him, and then again being
defeated by the number one
Contender. He was battered and
bruised by the two and took the microphone
In front of an unsatisfied crowd saying it's
Obvious you all don't like me To then have
a guy who has been an upright official come in
To help him after the brawl, to pummel your
Worlds Champion who refuse any help, he wanted
To do it his self
On the gurney microphone in hand he began singing
" I saw it in her smile" to wild the bunch, he got a loud
Standing ovation, to his and the fans delight .
Tonight the Champion enters as the underdog.I have
Been told they have the video ready waiting for it to
Become official. It's believed this is the champions night
To be defeated. He is out muscled, he is out gamed, he is
Injured and wrestling in pain He can't be disqualified or counted out.
Past champions have called for him to forfeit the title and try to reclaim
It in a "rubber match" if you will, or use the series stipulation to have
him who would be champion to commit to a continuous seven series
Where the odds would be in his favored. His opponent can out wrestle him
On his best days and tonight, they say only a fool would go in
Not thinking about himself.
" I saw it in her smile
The look upon her face"
These the lyrics we have heard all evening, we just wanna know if she can dance!
Against de Slate
Reporting
On this and in many occasions
We've seen him proudly display
His titles along side of his
World Championship.
Tonight he enters the ring a
Battered and Bruised man.
Allowing a non contender to
Best him, and then again being
defeated by the number one
Contender. He was battered and
bruised by the two and took the microphone
In front of an unsatisfied crowd saying it's
Obvious you all don't like me To then have
a guy who has been an upright official come in
To help him after the brawl, to pummel your
Worlds Champion who refuse any help, he wanted
To do it his self
On the gurney microphone in hand he began singing
" I saw it in her smile" to wild the bunch, he got a loud
Standing ovation, to his and the fans delight .
Tonight the Champion enters as the underdog.I have
Been told they have the video ready waiting for it to
Become official. It's believed this is the champions night
To be defeated. He is out muscled, he is out gamed, he is
Injured and wrestling in pain He can't be disqualified or counted out.
Past champions have called for him to forfeit the title and try to reclaim
It in a "rubber match" if you will, or use the series stipulation to have
him who would be champion to commit to a continuous seven series
Where the odds would be in his favored. His opponent can out wrestle him
On his best days and tonight, they say only a fool would go in
Not thinking about himself.
" I saw it in her smile
The look upon her face"
These the lyrics we have heard all evening, we just wanna know if she can dance!
Kontro I'Lavagna
Reporting
Contro Le Lavagna: aka Andro Maskulant
the Crony Troll
of Churnalism!
Best seat in the place
puts a smile upon my face
'tis so comfy
softest velvet
the deepest shade of red
I sit back
so relaxed
as I await my treat
I am happy to be resting
my poor old aching feet
Awaiting with pure joy
Escaping is my ploy
Entering a world I love
This world ~ a world of make believe
doth take my breath away
Both dreamlike and bizarre
I watch Tennessee’s Streetcar…
Witnessing fine acting
as characters are portrayed
Some they will play happy
Some they will play sad
I sit inside this grand theatre
it truly cannot get much better
Giving a standing ovation
for 'tis time for celebration
And now for me ~ you see
the greatest yearning for to be
upon that stage ~ an actor's life for me
Written 4th May 2022
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.
Our Black Lives Matter team was hosting
another monthly forum on racism,
as regularly scheduled,
anti-patriarchal business as usual.
The facilitator opened with a question,
asking for a show of hands.
"If you had to choose
between two nominees for public office,
or any form of executive leadership,
one promising multicultural compassion
and the other pledged to national or corporate strength
of will-power,
one emphasizing win/win care-giving and -receiving
and the other loyally getting the practical
win/lose competitively prioritized jobs done
as quickly as possible,
which would you vote for?"
Republicans in our gathering,
although not many,
favored win/lose realistic and efficient will-power,
and the Democrats favored win/win compassion,
and the large majority of Independents
either didn't raise their hands at all,
or raised their hands both times,
or raised both hands in a fist
and just left and right retained positions of resistance.
The facilitator followed up,
"Now, what if a Green Party candidate
integrated these two cultures;
Campaigning for a resilient public/private health care climate
of strong-willed compassion
in solidarity with all Earth's balanced
co-empowering
deep and wide
networked inter-relationships?"
For this, an arcing, unsnarcing, rainbow ovation,
and little more unhealthy
elitist
business as usual.
Jeter got two hits while in
His final All-Star game.
He got a huge ovation
As the crowd roared out his name.
Though afterwards, the pitcher claimed
He’d tossed some easy throws,
Like Derek wasn’t quite the hitter
Everybody knows.
But Jeter is a classy guy;
When told what Wainwright said,
He laughed and answered, “Thank him”
As he shrugged and shook his head.
The pitcher later stated
That he’d meant it as a joke;
Still, it’s hard to reel back in
The stupid words you spoke.
The baseball world won’t be the same
When Derek Jeter leaves,
For few can match the heart he puts
In all that he achieves.
Oh Asclepius You have honored me by imparting your art. Through space and time I have come to see the lowness of man and also their majesty
Not just to hear but to listen is quickly losing its spark for each patient I see through beurecatic regulation is now merely a chart. Click all the boxes so the government implies doing all this will save your life.
Now I am stripped of all cognition for if I suggest what is not in the box I am guilty of deviation.
I miss the days were the patient could converse and tell me what is happening without some pre printed verse.
The doctor is in but you may not see him. There are PAs , NPs and scribes that wedge in between him.
Like some Kafka novel you meander through hoping that someone can help you .
Finally your time is up. The doctor you hoped to see never showed up. A prescription awaits you at the check out station. You made it, the waiting room breaks out with a standing ovation. You proudly hold you prescription up high. Thank you all and good bye .
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
We are tired of the show; all the acting and dramas
Thank you for the shows already presented; can you close the curtains now?
Do you want a round of applause or a standing ovation?
I have only one thing left to tell you before I get so done
Enough is enough; this drama is too boring for us to keep on watching
It has been boring since the beginning; our silence doesn’t mean it’s interesting
Look around; if you see anyone laughing, that person is equally wicked like you
Are you mad? Even with the lights off; you are still running the show
Stop it! Don’t you get it? We are tired of both you and your freak horror show
Since you don’t want to stop; watch us leave the theatre hall
This show has got to stop!
Am talking death...
Lordvip...
August, 2013.
Sense altering fertility:
a stoic female falters
Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy
Primitive drive permeates realms where pleasure peaks
Stomach burgeoning coersion detects digital delicacy
Needy as a newborn, abdomen aches, resonates reason
Discarded inhibition of prudence pursues resolution, swollen
Tulip bulb split, affliction's blister is conceived procreation
Stupendous scenarios sordid, fluent imagination draws on
Widened with aspiration, desire requires instant unbridling
Materialising gluttony beckons with incandescent distress
Moans cryptic as ocean speak, freed from concious conspiring
Unboxed frolicked fathomings become loitering brain's duress