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DOCTOR STRANGE MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
BY JAMES EDWARD LEE
In the dead of night
Even in the day time
Their needs be a doctor for this doctor
A prime prize physician brilliant surgeon
But alas one day he was steered away
He was drunk not able to operate
The chief doctor led him away
His hands not steady but shaken
Could hold a scalpel
To embrace to get help
He accidentally drove his car off a cliff;
Nearly died, but they could save his HANDS
No longer could he perform
Operations
He once again to ashamed
Left the USA fled to Tibet
Got caught in a winter storm
Fell off a mountain
Landed in the sanitarium of
The Ancient One
A master of mystic arts
So along with Baron Mordo
Trained them both up in the good magic’s arts...
But Mordo was evil and bad
"BY THE FULL POWERS AT MY COMMAND, LET THE FLAMES OF
THE FALTINE BLAST THAT WHICH NOW THREATENS ME LIFT’
'VISHANTI, BE PRAISED! MY PREMEDITATION BE CORRECT
Which left the good Doctor Stephen Strange?
To become
DOCTOR STRANGE: MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
12/11/17
Written: June 23, 2023
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Extemporaneously, all seemed lost.
As flames of anger consumed what we had built,
Our love, once vibrant, is now adrift and tossed,
In a tempestuous sea, our hearts wilt.
In the ember embrace, our love did ignite.
A passion so fierce, burning bright and true,
Yet the fire that once united us now ignites
A storm of emotions, tearing me and you.
Yearning for the past, when our love shone bright,
But now, in the ashes, our love unfurls.
Without premeditation, we let anger bear hold.
Blinded by fury, we let our love grow cold.
But deep within the embers, a glimmer remains.
A flicker of hope, a chance to break these chains
Improvisationally, we hear our hearts cry.
Whispering regrets and longing for another essay,
On the spur of the moment, we lost our way.
But in the ember embrace, we can find a fresh day.
Let us gather the fragments of our shattered love.
And rebuild the bridge that we once dreamed of,
In the ember embrace, there lies a chance,
To rekindle the fire and renew our romance.
Let us learn from the mistakes we made.
And let forgiveness and understanding cascade.
Extemporaneously, we lost sight,
Of the love that once burned so bright.
Let us embrace the ember glow.
And let our love once again blossom and grow,
So let us not dwell on the moments we lost.
Instead, let us focus on the future host.
My instincts coincide
with what I believe my attributes to be
People,
no more directly
you indirectly
Influence
what I mean to me
How I tend to move
What I tend to see
Not all the time
does our light shine together
But our average of sunny
Shines through
And weeds out
What I know
stagnation to be
Premeditation at the beginning
We always dreamt
What our lives could be
What together our lives could mean
Marching by our own sound
But when in silence
Meditation is key
Marching band on our side
I know the director
The director….
that’s me
AMAPIANO
The Zulu land cooked a sumptuous meal,
With no premeditation, someone will go for the steal.
The world watches in awe & vibes even from afar,
Amapiano rhythm played like a shining star.
Nigeria, filled with their beats and flair,
Decided to join in, causing quite a scare.
With catchy melodies and grooves to adore,
Nigeria embraced Amapiano but wanted more.
South Africa yelled, yiked, cursed, and cried,
They exclaimed in defeat, "You've stolen our pride!"
But Nigeria danced on with a mischievous stride.
From Lagos to Johannesburg, the dispute did spread,
But we couldn’t resist that Amapiano instead.
Nigeria said, "We've added our own twist,
Our Afrobeat fusion, a dancefloor bliss!"
South Africa grumbled, yet couldn't deny,
The joy Amapiano brought, making our spirits fly.
So, while the argument continued to ignite,
Music lovers revelled all day and night.
The world was agog of this uproar of sounds,
Cos music knows no borders and no bounds.
But let's all dance & shuffle as the music play,
Unite in the rhythm, and put the squabble away.
For Amapiano's magic begrudges no grounds;
It's a joyous fusion where harmony resounds.
And as the beats collide, let the battle slide.
This Amapiano tale punctured a nations pride
As the other nation runs off with this one.
We will continue to exude in this musical fun!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?December 2023.
Daily we face different kinds of aggravation,
but there is one type which by man has its causation,
and it merits an immediate termination.
But because of modern “civilization”
and the greed of many a corporation,
it’s doubtful we shall have the consolation
of ending modern man’s contamination.
I’m not talking parasites or the visitation
of bacteria from eating a crustateon.
I mean the one of worsening gradation.
It’s environmental, and in my evaluation,
is the worst of all, for it has manifestation
in things consumed by us or by our inhalation
of air of course! It’s an abberation
for which we need to have more constertnation!
Society should have mortification
for what is being done. There’s no good explanation
to offer our descendents. The concentration
of chemicals and also of radiation
along with nitrates in our soil’s fertilzation
is cancer-causing, and now inflammation
is affecting nearly all the population.
Politicians do not act. Procrastination
may very well end in our obliteration!
It’s like murder through premeditation.
And this murder uses no discrimination.
What do you think? Is it this country’s destination
to leave our kids with total devestation?
Surely in this mortal realm there can be salvation!
And so I finish with this small summation:
Unless we act, we’ll remain, for the duration,
in our station of a Contamination Nation.
4/4/18 for the Contamination Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze,
Consciousness, a proud guardian in the temple of endlessness,
The eternal fire in the hands of time, keeper of the ephemeral flame,
Watches with fervor the dawn's bleaching within the womb of the soul,
The caress of each now, a sacred breath,
In the sunrise of thought, a discreet flight through the branches of eternity.
The eyeball, a beacon of enlightenment, ever attentive and vigilant,
Stalks the hidden realm catalyzing the clear waters of pivotal sight,
Its nerves are canvases, meanings unveiled in premeditation,
Sometimes, it bows under the intensity of exposure,
Other times, it recreates under the caress of fulfillment, when the nagging prophecy
Receives the embodied crown of revelation.
Casting aside the quantum thread of ignorance,
The arms of wisdom embracing the sparks of knowledge,
The knowing heart's tears transform ashen puzzles
Into mosaics reflecting the passion and sharpness of new awakening,
For the dance of consciousness, luminous and aware,
Gently removing the eruptions of the sterility of indifference,
Surpassing the boundaries of the self in the search for ecstasy.
A lantern of meditation in the deluge of full light,
The shared and ample harvest - no soft crumb of bread lost,
Encrusted in the deceptive slab, the sheen of false gravity,
The splendor of the guardian, never overshadowed - the eternal morning, pierced by the torch,
Revealing the clear brilliance of joy - the identity of the pilgrim heart, dispelling shadows of blindness.
In the attentive web of the moment, consciousness weaves the scattered shards
Into luminous portraits, recontouring the open faces of generosity,
Discarding the careless spindle of inattention, the clear mark of apathy,
Born from willful ignorance, the seeker animates the hand of the attentive -
To listen! To see! To feel! To move in the rebirth of deed!
The spirit enlivened through the profoundly accented humility of grace.