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Sex in the air
The mirror is over there
Don't lose the razor blade
Take a line or bump babe
All your fears will fade
Snort, sniff, lick, anyway you want
Feeling sexy & superhuman
Business for the connection is boomin!
Never been this anxious
Paranoia makes me suspicious
Injection is not suggested
Euphoria is the feeling manifested
Addiction has to be said
It's not a problem if I can't find it
If it comes near me I'll find it
Snort, sniff or lick
Line, bump or rail
Hits the sweet spot without fail
Living fast and loose is a rocky road
Debt piles up in f*ck loads
Where did all that money go?
High as a kite and never felt so low
Powder, snow, coke or blow
By the gram, 8 ball, or kilo
Laying out lines in rows
Always ready to go
This is kinda like an Ode
Self-destruction and no where to go
One minute u r up & next u r down
When u r at ur peak
U can hear every sound
Wisdom isn't what u seak
Ur next fix is what u crave
Family is something u should try to keep
Money is something u should save
Eyes of ur loved ones should never weep
Addiction should be pushed away
Hopefully, it's ur soul that u keep
The crows caw at a distance,
A storm is going to rage,
A danger to existence,
The war that's going to wage;
The three witches have foretold,
Macbeth will soon become king,
Murder waits at his threshold,
Duncan must to his life cling;
With the king's blood on his mind,
And a dagger in his hand,
Macbeth sets out full inclined,
To kill Duncan as preplanned;
"Sleep no more", a voice cries out,
Foreboding his sleepless nights,
Macbeth's ambition, no doubt,
Has caused these murderous fights;
"A man not born of woman
Would kill Macbeth", they had said,
He thinks, "I'm superhuman",
And that's how he is misled;
Macbeth is now doomed to die,
The witches have foreshadowed,
His tragic ending is nigh,
Shakespeare has distinctly showed.
11.24.2020
(7 syllables per line)
Title: A Foreshadowing
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
the power is the
superhuman ability
the power is the superhuman,
sense of ability
human sense is human ability
human sense is human super sense
super sense is a sense of power
super sense is a sense of ability
super sense is superhuman sense
knowledge is a super sense of skill
knowledge is a super sense of human sense
knowledge is a super sense of a super sense
power is a sense of power
power is a sense of skill
power is a sense of knowledge
a skill power is a skill sense of skill
a skill power is a skill sense of power
skill is a sense of power
skill is a sense of human ability
skill is a sense of knowledge
skill is a sense of skill
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
Lies a mystery, beyond the world's display,
A hidden truth, that beckons us to explore,
A realm of wonder, where secrets whisper, and more.
We gather, lost, without a purpose true,
Breathing, living, yet unsure what to pursue,
The creation story, a mystic, veiled design,
Leaves us questioning, the power that's divine.
I ventured forth, into the wood's dark heart,
A world within a world, where ancient secrets start,
The trees, like sentinels, stood guard with might,
As I discovered beings, transformed, in plain sight.
Egusi soup and game meat, a welcome, warm and fine,
From creatures, cast away, by humanity's decline,
Their transformation, a testament to their inner strength,
A superhuman resilience, born of life's length.
Seven days passed, and on the seventh night,
I received a gift, a power, a wondrous sight,
To communicate with herbs, trees, and plants, anew,
To transform, to heal, with nature's essence, pure and true.
But whence this power, I asked, with curious mind,
From creator, or creature, a question left behind,
A debate rages, among the faithful, and the wise,
As I ponder, still, the mystery, that opened my eyes.
A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods!
Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be.
But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree.
Similar to the pantheons of many a belief.
All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief.
Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name,
The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same.
(The heavenly court or angels in this dictation.
Where do they fall in the story of creation?
Nowhere mentioned in the seven days.
So what do we make of this obvious daze?)
Within the Courts we find all kinds of entities,
With differing functions of various complexities.
Hermes was the messenger for the Olympian Zeus.
And the word angel, means messenger, not really abstruse.
And then there are maidens the gods choose to take,
And often in them, babies they make.
These girls never have a choice in events.
The gods never asked for their consents.
And famous these children did become.
Not hard to imagine, with whom they came from.
So once again, mimesis comes to play.
God impregnates Mary without her say.
And a baby is born and when an adult,
Becomes famous for his actions as a result,
Of being part god as well as part human,
And able to do things, superhuman.
So in the end, we have this god,
In a book which clearly shows a facade,
Of a single deity who reigns alone,
But seems too similar to another’s thrown.
Angels, archangels, principalities and thrones,
Powers, virtues, dominions, all clones,
Of other pantheons in the region.
Really no different in its legion.
So monotheism? Not exactly true.
It doesn’t matter what they tell you.
The truth is there, it’s again, mimetic,
It just keeps repeating as if synergetic.
All the others row the boat slow while I crank up the motor....
Here we go let's start the show, I'm the show boater.
The entrance of the eminent,
with ability that's evident.
Poo fills your pants
as you now know you haven't a chance.
I've had it with those who flow with a transparent talent,
the thumpy clumpy rhyme and rhythm of an elephant,
regardless of their age they should think about retirement,
as a skill that's transparent is a skill that they haven't.
I'm the standard setter and I lack compassion,
my skills unmeasured and better than the competition.
Your rhymes are rotten,
that's why they're forgotten,
you're not the dogs bollocks
you're just the dogs bottom.
I rhyme with a rhythm representing Great Britain,
you rhyme like you've been bitten and are disease ridden.
My hyperactive mind will leave you behind,
I am not being unkind but simple minds,
can't even begin to find the words to bind,
people like you often tend to stumble blind
over the simple single syllable rhyme.
I started writing and I'm unstoppable, it's easy it's natural,
you're a hangover fart that lingers like a holocaust chemical.
I am the only poetic superhuman that's causing confusion,
it's amusing how you need the supervision to point out you're losin'.
You need to train your face to look HUMBLE when defeated,
if you feed what it needs your brain won't crumble depleated.
I'm on a mission to book first place, so when I'm awarded,
I must be applauded, stand and clap don't remain seated.
You need to accept it and expect it,
or quit while you have time to forefeit.
You will blunder under the sound of my THUNDER that goes round,
but if it's misheard,
I've got a box of frost to start biting,
but if that's squandered
and you carry on like a fighter,
I'll strike you with lightning,
one way or another you will not win top writer.
Respect the perspective that my rhyme is perfected,
and to conclude your rhymes are rejected.
Not to be rude but your seat's to be ejected,
it's not that you're bad it's that I am majestic.
A team of adventurers? A group of friends?
They are a family and that will never change.
Hurtling through space on a mission on the Marvel I spaceship, Reed his buddy Ben along with Reed’s girlfriend Sue and her brother Johnny, were accidentally exposed to cosmic radiation, and each gained remarkable superhuman powers.
The FF as they became known, The Fantastic Four became some of their world’s greatest Superheroes.
The group have had many adventures together exploring new realms of the universe and become protectors stopping villains and other threats.
They are Mister Fantastic, The Thing, The Invisible Girl and The Human Torch and will always be the ‘F.F.’
My favorite of their adventures that I remember is when Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl. He takes her hostage, and as ransom he makes the FF go back in time to steal magic treasure using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the Blackbeard’s enchanted treasure Doctor Doom tells them that he will use the treasure to conquer the world and rule it in peace. The others don’t believe him, so Mr. Fantastic tricks him by swapping the real treasure with cheap chains. Dr. Doom then joins forces with the Sub-Mariner, who puts a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. Dr. Doom uses this magnet to pull him and the Fantastic Four with the building into space.
The Sub Mariner tries to get rid of them so they can’t stop him taking control of the world’s leaders and brings the building back to its rightful position on earth. Dr. Doom is stranded in space on an asteroid. He comes back to earth and there is a lot of switching of minds via berry juice and hallucinogenic juices (Probably LSD and Galactic Shrooms) and Dr. Doom eventually leaves the Fan Four in peace (for now) to go on with other wild adventures, because he mistakenly thinks he had killed Mr. Fantastic, with his superiority. Dr. Doom is a cool character in the Marvel Comics, and the Fantastic Four are all cool Superheroes.
It was finally a sunny day after all the rain.
Jeff Smith climbed back on his tractor again,
Monday and the soft ground, was now mud.
He hoped to pull that stump out with a thud.
His mud-caked boot slipped off the clutch.
The tractor lurched and backflipped as such.
It now landed full force on Jeff’s chest.
Laid in the soft mud, calling “save me” at his best.
His two girls off for a walk, soon would’ve been,
Out of ear shot and way too far to be seen.
Hearing their Dad’s yells, they hurried to the scene.
Transcendence set in and the two girls lifted it clean.
Over one and a half ton pressing down on his chest.
Haylee 14 and Hannah 16 with all their might not less,
Lifted that tractor til he managed to escape its hold.
Bruised, broken ribs, their dad will live to grow old.
Medics say another few minutes his ribs would collapse.
He would have died, there was no “perhaps”
Some say an adrenalin rush, superhuman strength.
It is beyond the normal or physical level at any length.
What happened on that day in 2013 Minnesota USA
There is no one that could explain it away.
Spiritual power to achieve, was within each girl at that time.
Not from muscle strength, intrinsic, in their minds, most sublime.
. Immanent Yet Transcendent.
Don't you wish, you were,
Free
As to open your arms wide
Pretending they are angels' wings
And take off
From your confined space
To glide over lands and seas
To reach the top of the highest mountain
And to sit there
Still free
Bared and unguarded
To enjoy the sight of clouds
Clouds, trying to communicate with you
Through the images that they convey
And leave to you to decipher!
Don't you just wish, you could
Run and gambol around
On the mountainsides
As free as the deer
Relishing the pleasures of living simply
On grass and water
But being able to enjoy the time available to you
As much as you can
Why, taking the time to smell wild flowers
Laugh and play with peers
And take shelter in caves
When the need arises?
Why, I do wish I were that free
More, I do wish I were free to take
Back my human form
When I would want to
I do wish I could be that which I desire
When I desire
Sometimes gamboling over high mountains
Feeling like I rule the Earth
At other times, bathing in the clear waters of mountain ponds
Feeling like I am as mighty as sea mermaids
And at other times, being superhuman
As to be able to fly above clouds
To meet the guardians of our peaceful existence!
Why, sitting on my chair
And looking out through the window
At the mountain, hovering miles away
I wish, I just wish
I could act as freely as my mind
Wills me to!
For contest Mountains
Written on 9 August 2017
this poet’s page suddenly turns black
stars appear
am i standing on the earth?
the sky like the palladium
of the phantom of the opera
a masquerade of candleshine
i wouldn’t be surprised to see angels
descending
each holding a solitary beacon
they say stars sing —
i applaud thee soprano-coloratura
star-soubrette whimsically winks
then spurs across theater stage
i say a prayer
3/16/2020
A Star's Heartbeat Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
From: https://www.theopera101.com/operaabc/voices/
*The coloratura soprano is capable of seemingly superhuman feats.
**A soubrette soprano refers as much to an archetype of character as a voice type. These are cheeky, coquettish parts, sung by singers with sweet, bright voices. The tessitura of these parts can sometimes be pretty high but without an excess of coloratura.