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better to be back in black
said Brett Boe
Coca-Cola for coy cat
replied Carla Coe
draw the duck down in dew
whispered Donna Doe
fries feed feisty firebugs
claims Frankie Foe
good guys grumble about golf
implies Grant Goe
hairy hilltops hide hat heroes
stated Harry Hoe
jackal junior joined the jazz jam
assured Jackie Joe
kings kneel before koala
declares Karren Koe
lonely lady lies in a lake
spoke Larry Loe
meanwhile muses moan in mud
complained Martha Moe
never nail the night in a nutshell
giggles Norma Noe
pisco for poor pigs in pubs!
shouts Paula Poe
quite quirky for quag queen
blabbed Quincy Qoe
rebel riders rule the roads
stated Ralphie Roe
only silly ships sail south
claimed Sammy Soe
triple taco tripped on telly
said Tammy Toe
violet violins vanish in vain
confirmed Vince Voe
waxy waffles weep on wire
told William Woe
Yeti yells at yummy yaks
asserts Yvonne Yoe
zig zag zone is zipped and zapped
finished Zack Zoe
Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.
Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.
You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?
We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.
Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik
He is legend, folklore and for some reality,
an ape-hominid-like creature of many names;
he is Big Foot, Sasquatch, Yeti or wild man,
science discounts his existence, many believe,
six to ten feet tall,
five hundred pounds,
covered in brown fur,
a strong unpleasant odour.
The Indigenous people of Canada tell stories,
stories told of wild men living in British Columbia;
each tribe had its own version of this hairy creature,
who is said to be omnivorous and nocturnal,
very large eyes,
enormous large feet,
twenty four inches long,
wanders the deep forests.
Big Foot hunters have organized hunts in California,
gigantic footprints have been found in Bluff Creek;
miners in 1924 claimed they were attacked by Big Foot,
a Canadian prospector said he was abducted by Sasquatch,
sightings or hoax
stories, misidentifications
mystical creature
legend, folklore or reality
The scientific view is that there is no supportive data,
that many of the sightings and footprints have been false;
hoax's the newspapers have sensationalized on the facts,
but how can we reject the thousands of alleged footprints,
scattered over miles,
dismiss the witnesses,
the photographs taken,
the hundreds of stories told.
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April 17, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Chasing Footprints
Copyright Protected, ID 04-663-717-17
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Big Foot,
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD Acrostic
Ocean creatures organized overwhelming Olympiad.
Land animals appreciated, approved courtyard.
Dreadful dragons, daredevil dinosaur drunkard.
Great grand gorgeous gone celebration
Rigorous vigorous rattle snake rolled, rang tail- rings.
Elephant arrogant fought haughty hippo, won wrestling.
Aggressive antelope attacked ants, angry ass chased.
Tigers terrified tortoises taking gun, putting paws on triggers.
Grey goat got gold medal galloping on green grass.
Raccoon ragged reindeer ramping running rat race.
All alert expert winners achieved trophies.
Nine naughty notorious narwhales were expelled to neglect rules.
Dear, Donkeys,Dodos, Doves, Ducks were delighted.
Opening orison was displayed by outstanding group of owls.
Lame langur, leopard, lion loitered, leaped on ladder.
Young yeti rode on yellow yak, yawned, yelped.
Mandrill, mammoth, monkey met mouse tickling mermaid.
Peacocks, pigeons, parrots, pelicans proudly participated.
Immodest Incorrigible iguana irritated infant ibex.
Athlete acrobat agitated alligators assembled.
Deaf dumb Dog driving double-decker was declared Champion.
08/21/6
Olympic Mania Contest by Janis Thompson
Last weekend I scoured the earth for fun. I ran the race.
I danced in the rain. I jumped hoops and ate holly-berry sandwiches.
Then I took my pet Yeti and went for a walk in the park where
Regular humans without Yetis either ran up or ran away screaming
I had forgotten that some people are afraid of yetis, gargoyles, ducks.
Being fearless, Yeti and I took a dive into the lake. Brr....
We froze our human-toids off, and I did not know he had human-toids.
I painted some murals on my neighbor's face, and I whirled a bit.
The twirling was there for the taking, but it would have been overkill.
I refused to do anything I did not want to do. It being the weekend.
I refuse to waste Saturdays doing stuff that does not make me happy.
Sundays are for lounging in my bathtub until the water stops boiling.
So yes, I did take a bath, with bubbles, and my pet octopus.
The pink one, who is not so prissy, not the stuck-up blue one.
My grandchildren came over and we painted the ceiling
Not with a mere solid color, but with murals that irritated grandpa.
We also formed a band, planted a garden, and built a tower.
Kansas City had never seen such a tower: we are still marveling.
I am pretending I have no idea who did it, as it ended up in
The middle of I-70 and there may be a little fine involved.
What did you do last weekend? And it better be something fun.
I only understand joyous, wonderful, terrific, outstanding stuff.
Oh, I almost forgot. I drove around in my fire truck blowing sirens.
I was fined for that, by the police and fire chief. Thanks Dad!
Armitage thought he had made his escape
The enemies were rapidly slaughtered.
If he were a cannibal, he would have roasted them.
His ancestors would have had a fit, however, so he kept walking.
The climb up the mountain back to his people was slow.
So much snow this year, and their food supply had dwindled.
He heard the hard-loud breathing before he saw the yeti.
It was bigger than he imagined they could be.
Dare he try to engage in one-to-one combat with this creature?
He turned and faced the largest teeth he had ever seen.
It would be a fight to the death; he had no idea if he could survive.
Out of the woods came three more of his clan, weapons drawn,
They yelled the war whoop of his nation and headed toward the yeti.
The battle would be much more fair now.
Armitage smiled. There might be meat for many suppers.
He began to slash toward the monster in earnest.
Sam Adams
was a paranormal researcher
he was searching
for mystical creatures
that he was sure
still existed somewhere.
The banshees, bigfoot, the centaurs,
the demons, the dragons, the giants,
the hellhounds, the minitours, the leprechauns.
The snowmen, the unicorns, and yeti.
Sam Adams found a book
the legendary infamous necormicron.
Which many had dismissed
as nothing but a story
by Lovecraft and his fellow
demented writers.
Chanting from the book,
He opened the door
the first through
was the king of the unicorns.
He brought with him
thousands of his followers
who launched a war
against the modern world.
The unicorn and his army
quickly overwhelmed the world
appointed Sam Adams
as their ambassador,
the unicorn smiled
at his victory
it had been a long time
living in exile
in the other dimensions.
They stand proud and high
As if they reach right up to the sky
Their peaks covered with all year round snow
Though it melts in the Sun, it is very slow
See the marks where Angels ski
Out of sight of you and me
Those large footprints left behind
By an animal of some kind
Could it be from a Yeti, a mysterious Fable
Who people have tried to find when they have been able
But the Mountains are mysterious places
All shapes and sizes, some resembling faces
And the streams that start from their springs on high
Trundle downward, gathering pace when on the fly
As the water flows and winds it’s merry way down to the valley below
Being a mixture of Rain and melting Snow
But the Mountains will always remain aloof
As they watch the scene, just living proof
The early morning, a great time to catch the picture
Of Mountains, Snow, running Stream, a piece of nature’s own made mixture
By nature, zetetic,
he doubted the yetic,
but xenogenetic? That just seemed absurd.
A known workaholic,
scoured feeds from Videtics,
but was unsympathetic, in a word.
At best, theoretic,
and in large part, synthetic,
only the rabietic were on board.
Tilting towards quixotic,
their fevered ravings, phrenetic,
though onomatopoetic,
eschewed the noetic, impaled themselves on truth’s sword.
A parrot’s mimetic,
much like Loch Ness limnetics,
ignored body kinetics,
claimed pre-Japhetic disperse.
Yet still more idiotic,
seizing the hypothetic,
their case for genetics made worse!
But like all true fanatics,
the more so, emphatic,
they're left with a docetic sasquatch.
Finding all copasetic,
they get rather bathetic
when antithetic folk question their watch!
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So, the original goal was a monorhyme using the '-etic' ending.
Then, I realized I might be able to use one on every line, from Z..A,
but I made a few concessions along the way, departing from '-etic' a few times.
And I added a little rhyme, using the '-etic' words within the lines...
And if the storyline is a little thin, don't wreck my aesthetic...
zetetic - skeptical, proceeding by inquiry
yetic - pertaining to all things Yeti :-)
Videtics is a real company that does AI analysis of video feeds
rabietic - relating to rabies
limnetics - pertaining to the deeper, open waters of a lake
Japhetic - pertaining to one of Noah's sons, so, basically, antediluvian
docetic - an early heresy suggesting only a spiritual body
bathetic - effusively emotional
Betty McNee was a curiously well-rounded kid
She sparkled and shone with whatever she did
She took after her grandpop, Jimmy McNee
Scottish and smart, she was joyful with glee.
Your granddad was wonderful the boxers all said.
They were horrified to find out Jimmy was dead.
If you need anything, we’ll bring round some money.
They all thought Jimmy's granddaughter was a really sweet honey.
An invitation to Betty came in the mail one fine day.
It was from Nepal and Tibet, countries way far away.
I loved your grandpa, the invitation said. Please come to stay.
She put on her plaids and she went right away.
The letter writer was a Yeti, a really great guy.
He had thought a lot of her grandpa, up in the sky.
They formed a partnership and wrote raps together.
She stayed there through December, until the bad weather.
Why don’t you come back to the states with me?
She asked the Yeti, as sweet as could be.
He blushed with pink, at this crazy bold thought.
Deciding to stay, where he was welcome a lot.
But they continued to write, this Yeti and Lass.
They were lifelong friends, and they traveled first class.
When they visited each other, under shadow of night.
For weird twisted people might not have thought it was right.