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Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.
The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is resurrection-able of their cartoon version.
However, that filmed production wherein human characters
portrayed their cartoon counterparts as singularly
different. Granted that there'd be others that
were produced on the silver screen
whereto calls into question
my 'good measure'
ergo, google
ID it to be
a 2005
film.
First off, ...
The Invisible Woman was visibly
fetching and was indebted to
Mr. Fantastic's character,
yet not by definition.
The Thing's character was quick to temper
and getting stoned whenever ...
The Human Torch,
combust.
Albeit, Mr. Fantastic's human counterpart was
misleading as his appearance rendered him
to be fantastic-ally half his portrayed age
and that protege veneer was studious.
The contrast between Mr. Fantastic's cartoon character,
stems from Dr. Ben of The Jonny Quest Adventures
who shares that '60s science-like qualities
whereto Mr. Fantastic bears a streak
of gray hair--defining age factor.
Furthermore, the content of that movie is fleeting other than
the fact that The Human Torch is excessively
--cold.
Sadly, the complete genre of cartoon episodes no longer
occupies my memory banks--blank. Whether they'd
be televised or store-shelved, it'll also include my
children's. Most characters are more noticed
than the show/comic/toy they delivered.
Noting their identifiable names, Popeye versus the
boys' Pac-Man and the girls' Barbie, and beyond
that ... nothing,
"C'est la vie, mon ami/amie."
"That's life, my friend."--> Masculine/Feminine: French translated
My distracting theatrics verses are preempted versions of impending calamity, one by air, and, one by sea.
The point of levity is to advance the common element of surprise--the unexpected of the "clueless," whereto, I'll appropriately relabel as "passengers," save or bar the crew members, whom I'll also relabel them as, "sacrificial lambs," "... jolly good to go down with the ship, eh, First Mate?" "Every man for themselves, Captain!" "Are you from the States?" "Birmingham, sir." "England or Alabama?"
Levity is on because hope exists as time permits the gullible. A poem I wrote, exacts that point, entitled, "Mirror, In The Line Of Fire: POTW," where impending doom may claim your liberties, both physical [inability to move--fear], and mental [clear process to act--hysteria] is in the strike of you--death seizes your face/fate/faith.
My quantum phrase addressing those factors is, " ... gullible may hold the keys, but 'tis knowledge that opens the door."
Time idles whilst the plane sits on the tarmac--read the manual where on board is the safest place to position yourself or loved ones--a measure of hope--tho' odds are great, lean your faith on righteousness hold--greater than other--hymnally speaking.
With so much floatable furnishing, Titanic could have created a raft for a few souls more--again, a measure of hope.
A clear mind and ability to move give hope to those lacking, as fear and panic claim ownership of precious souls.
The odds may be great when facing such a calamity, and having such a mindset, therein lies the greater calamity.
A third survived, 700 souls, and two-thirds lost 1400 souls the Atlantic Ocean claims. A sad yet true revelation grew in Titanic's aftermath. The phraseology: "The Affluent Survived, The Destitute Died," adds another chapter of humanity's truths of life's measure of worth well-hid in the core of Eve's fruit, hence, illumination, "Since the beginning of time/knowledge of good and evil.
Murphy's Law acts as a jumping point for quantum knowledge in their efforts to simplify life struggles with a convenient doorway for its exit for your journey to a better you--give time for hope.
This is a story of an old couple who had no children of their own.
One day while the old woman was washing clothes at a nearby river, she saw a large rosy peach floating downstream.
She got ahold of it to give to the old man.
Yet, before he had a bite of it, the rosy peach burst open.
It had no large seed in it, but a baby boy.
The baby ate the peach and became very strong and healthy.
The old couple took care of him as he grew to be the strongest and healthiest baby in the whole countryside.
The old couple named him 'Momotaro', the Peach Boy, a secret kept only to themselves.
One day, Momotaro asked his mother, the old woman, to make him a bagful of 'kimi-dango', a Japanese millet dumpling, for him to take on a journey to Ogre's Island and take their treasure from them.
He left the couple with the kimi-dango bag tied to his waist.
He came upon a monkey who says to him, "Kia, Kia!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the monkey said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a pheasant who says, "Ken, Ken!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the pheasant said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a dog who says, "Bow, Wow, Wow!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the dog said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon Ogre Island where Momotaro reveals his plan.
The pheasant must flu over the castle gate and peck at the Ogre's, and the monkey must climb over the castle wall and pinch the Ogre's and the dog and I will break the bolt and the dog will bite the Ogre's and I will fight with the Ogre's.
A great battle then ensued.
"Kia, Kia!", "Ken, Ken!", "Bow Wow Wow!", was heard from sun to sun, ending with all the ogre's tied and the treasure was shared between the four.
Date: 06/16/2019
Where went my package, ordered long ago?
The app displays delivered, but no proof waits
At the door, nor at the store—no box, no crates,
Whereto my package? I simply don’t know…
Was it stolen, picked up by some joe schmo?
Or lost in transit, misplaced, dropped, as fate’s
Great comedy, with mischievous whim dictates?
Whereto my package? I really don’t know…
This stupid app is just no help, I swear,
The tracking code is gone, the “Contact us”
Is missing, or hiding in some strange place,
Tucked away from consumers unaware.
Oh! and to what end, all this tedious fuss?
Where is my package? There’s not a damn trace…
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
*Image of Patty Hearst Post SLA Days by Bio.
Patty Hearst Time Capsule
PRE
kidnap
madcap
Miss press
distress
Stephen
live-in
boyfriend
loose end
next door
implore
both are
though marred
claimed they
made way
demand
expend
needy
agree
release
increase
more sum
unharmed
POST
coerced
Miss Hearst
photo
*Rousseau
woodness
goodness
raided
they laid
six ~love
**Cinque's club
plus him
crushed 'em
dual
you-all
Patty
make three
dub nine
club crime
bank raid
they'd paid
***Hearst weigh
must pay
servin'
seven
commute
come two
now writes
proud sights
~love: A score of zero in tennis or squash
*Rousseau: French philosopher and writer born in Switzerland; believed that the natural goodness of man was warped by society; ideas influenced the French Revolution
**Cinque: Pronounced 'SINK' in English, he was a part founder of the Symbionese Liberation Army, whereto, instigated the kidnapping and indoctrination of Patty Hearst.
***Patricia Campbell Hearst: After the bank hold-up that led to her imprisonment for her involvement, President Carter later commuted her sentence after she served 21 months of the seven years the court had decreed. Patty did marry her bodyguard, Bernard Shaw, who's now deceased. Over the years, she has written several books that had mostly affected her life.
2021 August 27
*1st Place*
FOOTLE FINALE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 28
R esolutions occasion themselves optimally at the start of a new year
E very new calendrical chart anew page in our lives of things fretted over
S ome are constant challenges interwoven with more current examples
O thers will be pondered over time and again throughout coming days
L abourious test and trials are then faced head-on painstakingly daily
T ediously we would persevere and press onward to greet with a smile
I n retrospect many were made capriciously and thus fall on the wayside
O nly a few, if any, we will be successful of going over the hurdle victoriously
N umerous would certainly fail and some met will also filter in as failures
S o that is the usual outcome of resolutions whereto we save that for next year
2020 January 24
Resolutions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
*Image of Revelation 19 by Pixabay.
The Savior And The Sound
In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.
***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.
2019 September 10
We can, with a certain degree of accuracy, gauge one's intellectual quotient level through an assortment of tests at any given age of their educated life, and subsequent years, either professionally and or leisurely.
When asked, what would be the quotient level of my soul, that can be easily ascertained by somebody professionally engaged in the field of psychology or one's country pastor or similar bound vocation, if they'd be one.
Whenever I am asked of myself, bears a challenge from the get-go as it borders on conceit.
To say, for instance, I am a loving person is untrue for it begs interpretation, liken to 'agape', beyond whereto, it becomes dependent upon others to ascertain the measure of its worth, albeit, does not stop there for therein, lies on variables as no two or more opinions, are ever the same.
How long does that person know me, or, how close of a relationship is that person to me, as a family member or as a friend?
Going back to conceit, or rather I say, that I bear to venture the thought that I leave quotient of my soul to the interests of others to judge.
Humble am I, nay, for that too is subjective.
Nevertheless, begs the question, what is the quotient of my soul?
I do not think of my soul to be higher than others, nor do I think of my soul to be lesser than others.
I would like to think less on the subject of my soul is the best answer, methinks.
I believe the soul is a divine gift, that shines for others to see, and that providence keeps not in my mind, but as the spirit within my heart.
Pabulum Of Nature
Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight, and that thou laboring heart be thine whole of thee and that thy spread of thee stretch, beyond thine sight and into silence, excelling trees boundary whose hair of leaves lengthen in ample splendorous braids, thee hues whereto, exceeds neath a beautiful arched bridge that traipsed a virgin trail and that this, thine rainbow wanderer during its dark passage ere a clear vapourous rain ran the green flourish lea during its phantom floe whilst its flights of venturous winged birds that make a memory of this, albeit, tis naught a fathomless art and that thine Heavens didst expose a breathless wonder letting thy farm fields cast into all thine glory, a cornucopia of harvest.
2020 February 21
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Ten Words
~~Dear Heart