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Pennilessness disallows me
luxury tubby globe trekker
hence, my imagination
takes me random places minus
the hassles of
any rubber necker
gawkers always staring
at major or minor
crash test dummy
vehicular accident,
(now strictly, squarely,
and specifically,
for poetic license purposes
of this reasonably
rhyming adversity
I dreamt up, while
driving Miss Daisy, this
"FAKE" serious, albeit
totally tubularly
fictitious ho...
ho...humvee wrecker
involving holiday passengers
seated in luxury
of double decker
self driving bus,
which collided with a sleigh
carelessly manned by Santa Clause
(though no animals i.e. reindeer
harmed in the writing
of this video script)
donned in his
New England Patriot
Scottish Tartan checker,
thus the aforementioned,
non fatal narrow brush you
need rest assured, sans
make believe death - whew
fortunately miraculously,
and unbelievably true
lee delivered angels
intervened clear
out of the blue
mainly conjured from
me matt chew,
hoping ye dear reader enjoy
what I figuratively drew
merely to distract thee
dearly especial fan
to sidetrack vital tasks and brew
up a mug of warm
spirits from a moo moo
kosher bovine amazingly
able to understand Hebrew.
In a world of filled of hate
Love is not the enough
We need a clean slate
We need to keep the Black life Matters
Movement, going to make a change
We have given up on believing
The superior, then there is the inferior
The rich and then there is the poor
The celebrities and there is the followers
Then comes action, follow by reactions:
Politics and politicians: riots and bigots
Beam us up Scotty: beam then down Lucifer
Lord of the Darkness …….
forces of chaos on Earth and in the netherworld.
I read this morning that Kanye W
Is thanking the lord for his $68 million refund
Here I am thanking the lord this morning
Not to be gun down, by the drifters
Or the boom, boom nightly firecrackers
Or to be sidetrack by mad ass co-workers,
Only if peace would come sooner,
And haters would vanish…..
Like the children of Hamlet town
Who owes the piper , should the darn pied piper
*Image of Hellboy II: The Golden Army by Wallpaper Flare.
AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play.
The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy
I remember, but naught too well, the first time of Hellboy, an earthy creature, a-must-be, heaven would naught have created a being such as he, and after all, he's naught an "it", oh no, for he thinks -- methinks, much too straight-forwardly and on his feet to boot. Move before they do and always get to the upper hand of things, seems to be his John Madden playbook of the '70s. Why bother with logic and reason when Hellboy is dealing with fragile minds bent on world conquest.
The Golden Army, the Hellboy movie I've seen some years ago when my kids, were kids -- and I being the eldest. Vagueness plagues me to no end, but the inkling gist was a brother and sister duo, but sadly, naught so much so, for sister played her own brother and teamed with Hellboy instead. The telltale sign envisioned in the frat's eyes, being the wherewithal, their Ides of March to be -- in arrears, of betrayal. To be undone by the one, by the very one.
Life can be fleeting but we came to know that honor fleets faster. Though the appearance of its angle for the perspective of the movie was considered simply as a sidetrack sorta thing, yet in and of itself, became the films main attraction, piquing interest within the audiences already situated in full enjoyment of the twist, and how it will all play out in that, edge-of-the-seat moment. Alas, ambiguity wins at the end, for death did occur, but whose? Naught Hellboy, I'm certain of that!
2022 January 28
*2nd Place*
Mignolaverse
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 January 31
Here come old grandpa
He come movin' up slowly
He got, big-a-belly
He got, roley-poley
He got, hair...on his ears
He got to be a grandpa he lived so many years
He drink- no more, moonshine
He got, gout toeitus
He got, monkey back
He shoot, insulin
He say, I don't... remember you
One thing he should know is that he's one hundred and two
He lacks production
He got, two sets of dentures
He got, always sidetrack
He got, soup and crackers
He got, gout, down...on his feet
Sitting in his wheelchair he's got old-age disease
Does he remember, right now- he's one hundred and two
He can't use a toaster
He got, cold- needs a warming
He got, dementia
He lost, mojo filter
He say, one and one and one is four
Got to be dementia 'cause he can't add anymore
Does he remember, right now, he's one hundred and two
Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.
Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.
Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words.
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack.
There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.