Long Phenom Poems
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Once in a while it is good if we think highly of ourselves. As for me, I always do that, especially knowing fully well what the holy scriptures says "As a Man thinketh in his Heart, so is he"... I am a champion, a king, an influential being and someone the world cannot do without and this is exactly who I am (not just in my heart). Here is a poem which elaborates these thoughts of mine.
Talking about a Giant and his kingdom
beauty and greatness found in any form
He's exactly what a society needs;
which is a very relaible intercom.
Empowering the weak to freedom
even when it seems they are stuck in a dorm
Praises from citizens of his empire
should never be considered as Idioms
Cos his helping hand
makes life easy as a sitcom
and his contagious virtues
make every night seem as prom.
The unsuccessful and underachievers sit and talk
but his presence to them brings immediate boredom.
In his race to success,
stumbling is seldom.
Always winning Gold is his symptom
but acquiring Silver, is considered as hitting rock bottom.
His constant achievements
leaves you no choice than to get accustomed
and no wonder he's an exaggeration to his peers.
His magic and Aura,
difficult to phantom.
His foot prints and trademark,
already becoming random.
A charming and very influential leader,
ready to pass through dark holes
in protection of his own, like a condom
which makes his flock long for his bossom.
God bless his mom
for giving us such a phenom.
Commanding respect, to him is a norm.
Try intimidation, he has the anti-venom.
Defined as smart, sharp, intelligent and handsome.
Not even forgeting his envious Wisdom
which makes him explode like a radioactive atom.
Who else is it; if not the one and only FUNOM!
I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.
For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing
I’d been close.
A phenom
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up.
When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped
enough.
Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains
just like my arm.
Don’t care that
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them
knowing almost
is worse than
never.
I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line
like mine so that I might feel the fright,
decline and beeline from your sight.
Live your life in the shadows
far away from the meadows
and only move slightly so
your world doesnt crumble.
Just sit in your bubble and wallow
and mumble afraid to rumble
this phenom for the trouble.
You've the chance of a bumble bee
that's been detached from its stinger and wings,
whinging in pain towards the fat lady that sings.
Nearing the finish line in less than a minutes time,
sliding from the peak and unable to climb,
beaten down in shock by my sublime
and superbly well crafted rhyme.
You can repeatedly attempt to try to call my bluff
but you cannot sit in my seat or out do my stuff
because I'll treat you rough and smack the puff
out of your cheeks thus causing you to fluff
words you seek, weak without enough.
I'm the Trim Reaper, I creep,
I'll push you down until you creek,
and become to weak,
to move or even speak,
I'll allow your slow retreat,
as the tears begin to leak,
I'll beat out the next beat
as I beat and defeat on repeat.
Kings fumble their crown
in a blink of the eye,
and fall down earth bound
from way up in the sky,
because they cannot thrive,
not while I am alive,
best to give up then hide
and silence crying eyes.
Musk it you must as the dusk hides the dust,
because you can't muster up or adjust
and prove that you've got enough groove
to remove me when you're busted with no thrust
to remove me or leave me stationed to rust.
Trust me I'll turn your talent crusty abruptly
then move heaven and hell above me.
My desire will not tire as the fire transpires up high,
all eyes on me to see the majestic Phoenix rise.
A presence out of this world like the Phoenix lights,
this sentence wields the last words seen in this write.
Skrilla doot doot
See LaMelo Ball shoot
six-seven to the hoop
Hornets fans toot toot
sixth season—next is seven
6 ~ 7
Phenom Taylen Kinney
sells 6 7 Water plenty
what’s it mean—what’s the skinny?
hype don’t mean nothin’—yo!
6 ~ 7
Every kid in every school
willing to break every rule
say it cuz it sounds so cool
say it while you can
6 ~ 7
“How is everyone?”
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“Please do not say that.”
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“How many times do I—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“I prohibit you from saying—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“I will send you to detention—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
Skrilla doot doot
6 ~ 7 …
See LaMelo Ball shoot
6 ~ 7 …
Taylen Kinney root toot
6 ~ 7 …
(Repeat, softer — fade)
Witness breakout talent which aired Jan 13, 2020
on America's Got Talent: The Champions episode,
which starred Youtube phenom Marcelito Pomoy
Words superfluous to attempt
registering apropos accolade
of modest Filipino, whose
dog given gift to belt out
jaw dropping, eye opening,
heart stopping, ad nauseum
vocalization merits deserving
laudatory praise haint no charade,
cuz aforementioned young man
warrants his own
yellow brick road esplanade
his pronounced nonpareil ability
automatically, instantaneously, unequivocally
promotes him to meteoric rise highest grade
way above stratosphere of mere mortals
into pantheon where select angels invade
celestial sphere (think Thomas Kinkade,
whose painting skills indubitably made
admirers of his creations invariably wish
to merge and become overlade
with bucolic, exotic, kinetic...
more picturesque than Grosse and Quade
found with environs of Schwenksville,
yet some idyllic and rhapsodic utopian
place where sounds of nature serenade
said metaphorical description falls short
how his raw emotion
(aching with divine amazing grace)
collaborates, communicates, consummates...,
poignant rappelling, scaling, traversing
across moost rugged landscape unmade.
Ye too must get linkedin
to the following webpage
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=hcgvYr2nlrk
heals analogous as mental,
physical and spiritual triage
world wide web inadequate
for Marcelito Pomoy stage
suddenly... melts away
the global hostility and rage
moments ago unbeknownst
anonymous to yours truly,
a veritably unknown
outsize venerated personage
with megawatt smile,
catapulted amongst luminaries,
whereby me feeble and
lame attempts to craft far less
brilliant literary evocations,
nevertheless no overdosage
of audiological exposure
to savor and espy breath-taking
visualization of entrancing
fantastic gracious holy image,
now impossible mission
to decouple myself toward
listening and watching
mesmerizing powerful fellow,
who I admit unwittingly
voluntarily holds me hostage.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”
SUFFERING SEASON
broken…
the sediment — a deposition seed,
of what meaning, this scrawl?
splinters splayed, suffering season
comforted by a columbine.
pressed into the carnivorous cranny
of melancholic chords, phantom phenom
appears from sunless shadows,
felicitous with numb heartstrings.
pretense of petals pierced,
potent poison’d creative mind.
woman in white, welded to hatchery,
sings wisdom and solitude —
shy flower cranes its head to listen.
rebirth croons in crannied space,
cramps of convalescence released.
a lonely boy. . . the florid dove lands
on two fingers, he’s mesmerized —
the apparition strokes his hair.
2/21/2020
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
I ponder the phrase, ponder the 'natural'.
There are an infinite number of ways to die
either tragically or macabrely comic,
countless ways to cash-in or cash-out.
Obituaries record ‘sad endings’ from natural causes,
peaceful age related slow-go.
Lingering, suffering, grinning in a dark room
just waiting...not so natural.
The deceased have no say of course
some step on garden rakes and die from a hole in the head,
some deliberately put a hole in their heads.
Death is a one size fits all phenom.
Natural? Maybe if natural is a clown car full of bull crap.
What's unnatural, what is a great blessing
is when the once living plant God in your heart
then depart on a cosmic greyhound
leaving you to ponder the unnatural aspects
of the ever-loving natural.
To make A bassoon maker proud
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REEDTH THY SQUEAKY CREAKING TREE
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The phenom of stressing wood where the rich earthy samples are songs
that nature sings. The wind starts the notation, than a windblown tree
begins to dance and sing.
Squeaks and moans the fiber interact within. Cracking and crackling
the structural stresses,the loudest a roar the annual and perinnals stop
to applaud., The tulips and humming birds chirping out in the yard.
As it curtseys, the wind bent tree pops and creaks the sound.
Mercy me lord don't let this tree snap and fall down.
Squeaks,groans and cracking sounds the structural stresses of the
densely layered woody plant melodic tweaks and stylistic sounds.
Stacked harmonies from the stresses of a ailing member
. My concern is all abound.a botanical feature
The unease of the origin of the sound could make a naivis run to find.
The origin of the sound to this tree were wence they'd find
.It's stresses from fatigue maybe or a damaged root. A sigh in the night
or a horrible fright the roaring of this ailing tree.
Were the winds and tree collaborate to create a sound a song Were thyme and
marigolds sing..The contrast of bending fibers hence the sound that squeaks
and moans. With popping sounds with a botanical ping.
Rustles, swishes, or whispers,groanes, creaks and moans,organized stylistic
tweaks a wind sound of theatrical proportions. The stresses and fatigue
factors of an aging destressed tree. The bassoon borrows the sounds
as it's denceness to is smooth and mellow. The sparrow perch in it's branches
while the truck moans and bellows.
You never know; you could possess the eternity gene.
The one that morphed from ordinary into a miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first.
You'd become a star
a YouTube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
begging for the secret to eternal life.
The envy of the universe....
Delayed pulse of a curse.
You've outlived a million wives and counting.
100 million friends.
You've been to an endless chain of children's funerals.
A million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation.
You're blind to the possibility of ever meeting God.
You finally pray for the blessing of a death. That never arrives.
You'd half lose your mind,
become a display in a museum.
Eventually be pitied as a freak.
Treated as a leper.
To be avoided at all costs
A never-ending cosmic flaw.
Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.