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General Zero
the commander of the Khan imperial forces
took over the earth
was a eight foot giant spider
accompanied by two legged rats
and two legged cats
in 24 hours they were in charge
he spoke to the world
People of earth greetings
I am commander Zero
and I have taken over your planet
making it part of the Galactic Empire
we did it because it is our destiny
to take over the universe
one planet by one planet
and everyone becomes
part of the great galactic empire
there are only a few rules
for you to remember
starting today you will learn Galactic standard
within one year all other languages will be banned
starting today all religions are banned
for in the Galactic empire
we have no room for such nonsense
everyone must work
if you are disabled or elderly
your family must take care of you
if you have no one to take care of you
you will be terminated as an “useless eater”
failure to follow the rules or laws
or lawful orders
will result in your immediate execution
that is all for today
Long live the Empire
writers. com daily dew drop contest challenge to write a poem incorporating a plot from a novel or story and I chose to base it on the opening scene of my novel, “Giant Nazi Spiders”
As worn and faded as the streets he walked
He drew little attention, gave same.
It is said that he doesn't care.
He knows different.
He shuns the oratory of clean hands,
Picks up their scattered flyers and handouts,
Quietly recycles them.
A wraith pushing a wobbly-wheeled cart
Scorned by polished passersby collects
The detritus of discarded defiance.
She knows the loneliness of need
And the value of the valueless.
Her bulging plastic bags shout
"Save the planet" to those who hear
Only the wobbling wheels of her cart.
City alleyways teem with rats
Circling the gourmet dumpsters
The homeless wait on line
For tepid soup and stale bread.
Valet parking, crystal chimes,
No take out bags here.
The mayor announces a ban on plastic bags
Bottled water and not caring.
A coyote stalks a cat on Beacon Street.
2/8/2020
And Pumpkin Head said ye be dead, a coffin be your bed
Should you fail to sense my zest for all your juices red
’tis not the night that you should fear, but I when I be near
So keep em peeled if snorts and squeals on this dark night you hear
For I be fair, like maiden’s hair and offer half a chance
I travel not in silence as I scheme my lustful dance
For sounds of bats and hungry rats should cause no midnight chill
Unlike my breath through jaws of death; unlike my howl so shrill
So walk head high and nonchalant as though I might be fooled
Others made that same mistake as for their blood I drooled
Your single hope of longer life if this night you’re the one
Is prick em up for every sound and should you hear me… run
And hold your breath for fear of death with each dark door you pass
My cry is but the voice of hell like razor claws on glass
And should your path and mine not cross and you retire to bed
Be thankful that you were not bled by Mr Pumpkin Head
Goring down, shredding tears, I pule to,
give my prayer, to all family's and
friends, missing or gone, across this
blanket world, as her gusty winds flare,
and ragging rapids spill, these islands in
darkness, I will not lye here,
silenced, for she was,
"PLANNED" drapping curtains,
where our moon mysteriously a
lined itself, mutationally, reins, and
deploys,explosions of fear, I say,
don't give in, break her free, don't
be, A coward less coward, to their deceit,
and lies, these politicians, we call
democrats n' republicans, don't
really,give A RATS ASS, as long
as,they get voted, I ask stand for
what's right to your heart, therefore
she can not win this glory, and ask
your government why???? Priceless
lives pay, in A test on the country
so that they may have control....
That's the question.... But I will not
bow, I give my hand to the
innocence, of THE PEOPLE.......
To shelter them with love and blessings, that I
Rein.....For I shall ride A pon my black knight.....
As We defeat it, like a skyscraper...
Carma
10-30-12
I have written a lot of poems and stories about this, that, and the other,
but none has captured the interest of "Soupers" more than my poem about
a CAT. He/She wasn't even my CAT, and presently, I don't know where she's/he's at. That's right; I'm sorry to say that I never became friendly enough to learn of the CAT'S gender. In fact, I have not owned a pet of any kind for more than 25 years.
That particular neighborhood CAT did me a tremendous service,
and I never got to meet her/him. I told of how the CAT ran off all the rats that had camped out at a rental we decided to move back into after 14 years.
The tenants trashed the property both inside and out, and that CAT was
instrumental in assisting us on the cleanup.
Anyway, I took the time to gather some data about that poem I wrote about the CAT. Out of more than 1500 postings about people, pets, space, weather, church, politics, family, friends, etc., none comes close to the number of views of the poem about that CAT. I tell you, that CAT is ahead of the pack by far with just over 3300 views; and the closest rival comes in at just over
1400 with a theme about 'Changes'. The third highest was 1378 with a theme about 'Coffee'. I must say that my point of view is a most limited, although unbiased observation. Notwithstanding, my only conclusion is that people really love CATS more than other pets.
061721PS
It's time for me to do Marriage trade
Is it what some call bride price?
Never mind..I am a merchant so i call it trade
Barter trade system is my best
I give you a living thing for a living thing
Slave for a donkey
I will respect your business language of 'in laws'
Its like mine of the 'by laws'
Since your daughter has all the arms to dig
Legs to walk, eyes to see and a stomach to puppet
Yes
I am interested in this commodity
So!!! let the trade begin...
To be fair
I will take your daughter in exchange for six cows
If you hate cows
I can offer four goats in exchange for each cow
I know goats are somehow stubborn like women
So we can think of hens
Ten hens for each goat WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Or since we have the rats
and you enjoy these edible rats
I can give you 20 rats for each hen and then i take the girl
nice idea, don't you think so?
Don't fight
We are doing trade here
You will be a billionaire
Think about this
I will give you four thousand, eight hundred edible rats
For just one girl who has one head and only two hips
Its a fair deal old folk
Think about a farm of 4,800 edible rats!!
You will be voted the next village chief
For starting some big project around
As your daughter will shake out of her
My slave boys
Who will run my estate for years
see?
/*I wrote this poem with an African picture of 1800,
If you still do this just know you are mad..
Happy women's day*/
Don’t repeat the things I’ve said –
They might be taken out of context
In this pit of rats and vipers,
We’re all guilty of what’s said next
The gag is placed – silence follows
There are some things
I will never swallow
Don’t read into things I’ve said
Don’t insert things in these lines
In the era of designer-frustration,
One steps lightly for fear of mines
It’s a good season
For severing tongues
And don’t pretend to be holy or pious
Out of fixation on your pride
Evil judgment when your soul is your Pilate –
Ergo the swords piercing your side
The gag is placed – silence follows
There are some things
I would never swallow
It’s a good season
For severing tongues
(1998, 2017)
All Hallows' Eve Black Mass Incantation
We Pray in The Name of Our Father Lucifer,
Which wert in Heaven:
Boil, Boil plague-ridden rats and toads in oil,
With a pair of gleaming snake eyes too.
Mix in fresh hen’s blood and a rabbit’s paw,
With a touch of horse dung and a lizard’s tail too.
Add six cups of Vitriol and a tablespoon of Goldwater.
Stew, Stew this Stygian alchemic brew for ne’r six hours
During Vespers for Our Midnight Black Mass on All Hallows’ Eve.
Serve this unholy sustenance to Our Coven at midnight,
As we pray in Great Lucifer’s name for his guidance
In defeating Jehovah’s forces of good and light.
We do this in the name of Great Lucifer—The Dark One.
We seek Blackness, Darkness, Degradation, and Negation—
As Our Coven has the power of His Power as granted
By His Unholiness when the full moon’s shadow
Crosses the face of the Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2014 (Narrative Incantation)
Is there fresh roasted coffee?
Is there warm cake for breakfast?
Yes, there is dark coffee, yes there is cake.
Did the small blue plate wash its face?
Does the buttery table
spread under the sun like a meadow?
Yes, the twinkling plate and the salty table
are laid sunny side up.
Are there rats in the walls?
Are there scurrying roaches?
One can ever be sure about such things.
Will there be work? Will there be words?
Will words hang in the air like china dolls?
Will their eyes be open?
Yes, there will be the happy and the sad,
and those that hang eyeless in-between.
Will there be something?
Yes, you may sleep or awaken,
while your body remembers what to do.
Yes, there will be something.
~Another Magical Fairyland Story - The Love Letter - Part 1~
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very late in this winter afternoon
When I decided it was time for me
To do another very early spring cleaning
Even when we were here at Fairyland
Still in the midst of another brutal
But still very beautiful and cold winter day.
Winter here arrived kind of a little too late
If you need to know ( if you ask me)
But I just know that you won't ask me that but
Anyway going back to my story, I went up
To the stairs to my very old attic, which was
A little too dusty again not to my surprise or taste
Which made me cough a lot as I fought and struggled
My way kind of blindly to find the light switch to
Turn on the light. They were spiders webs it seemed
Everywhere and encountered and felt lots of them
Clinging to my face, hair and hands. I just felt like
Bolting out of the attic so fast, specially when I touched
many tiny spiders running and climbing all over my arms
and sweater. I love all creatures big or small everywhere
And of course here at Fairyland, but some of them
I am not particularly very fond of, and some of them are
Snakes, spiders and nasty, scary rats. Now talking about
Snakes, I was not to very happy at all when I turned on
The light and there was one of them crawling very close
To my feet, but thank goodness that it was just a Garden
Snake, but still I got very shaky and nervous after that
Incident. But I gathered all my wits( whatever I had left, lol)
And I just grabbed the poor thing and put her gently out thru
one of the windows of my attic. Some of my window glass panels
were either loose or broken I noticed now and were in need to
be fixed or replaced with new ones. I clearly saw now how the
Snake could have gotten so easily inside my attic.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.23.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes:
To be continue very soon in " The Love Letter " Part 2.