the bracing factor
sun adds a finishing touch
lusus naturae
A glint in the black, like stars
Pearly, polished, pointy peaks of a fiend
Fangs of self-deprecation, puncturing every effort
Coursing the flow of doubt, discouragement and defeat
I may not see your face, beast, but your teeth betray you in darkness
Dripping with the blood of my best effort and intention
Inexperience and ignorance, clotting ...
I am but a babe in the woods of poetic expression
Searching like Hansel, for crumbs of excuse and artistic insight
Oh, I see your vestiges, hear the gnawing of your dismal disregard
And your umbra shades every scribble ... every keystroke
But I know you well ... I know who placed you there
Yet, with a sword forged in kind encouragement and friendships, rare
I will stand on the battlements, and fight to the end
And should you gain the last word, it shall be inscribed ... in my blood.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Plucking the Poisonous Parrot" Poetry Contest, Maureen McGreavy, Judge & Sponsor.
The world's ugliest dog contest
has picked a monstrosity.
And it assumes its fiendish place,
as a gross curiosity.
It looks like a Chupacabra,
a vampire alien creature.
One look and people shy away,
beauty is not its best feature.
Guilt-free inter-breeders sponsor
a biological freak show.
And this dog’s crowned the ugliest,
in some sordid doggy sideshow.
On the outside, it's hideous,
resembling a weird out monster.
And yet, inside, it's still a dog,
wagging its tail when it greets you.
Forget its repugnant looks,
it only wants to lick your hand.
And from that soft spot in your heart,
please, let him know you understand.
(Quatrain)
April 27, 2018
It seems highly unlikely that Snyder had time to do reshoots after the fan backlash against spoiler-laden trailers. And yet, after virtually giving away the ending of the movie (that Batman and Superman eventually make up and fight Doomsday with Wonder Woman), the film-maker clearly needed a big final plot twist to ensure fans don’t leave the cinema feeling cheated.
That the film pretends to kill off Superman, when we all know Henry Cavill has been cast in both Justice League movies, feels like a really cheap trick. Showing General Zod’s dead body in trailers, by the way, also made it pretty easy to predict that the genetically enhanced monstrosity Doomsday would be based on the dead Kryptonian. OK, the creature also has some DNA taken from a few drops of Lex Luthor’s blood, but really, who cares?
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Monstrosity of Wind
Can you not feel that monstrosity of wind?
There is a harshness that’s doing a swoosh
The ill-fated thundering sound of a deep crash
Is it thrashing about without a care in the world?
No one can hear you talk with the thundering storm
I’m telling you now so be forewarned
Better hold on tight to your britches
Before they fall down into ditches.
Written: July 30, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
i had nothing but love and hope from the very start, but depravity began slowly filling the thing i once called a heart, murder has become my most desired form of art, it will affect my conscience none when i hack your body apart. a loving child filled with the darkness no man should ever dare wish to seek, in the cold blood soaked arms of insanity held is the tormented mind of a freak. watch him become the very monstrosity he always prayed he never would, the monstrosity that arose from the ashes of an infernal childhood; forgive me father for i did the best that i could.
Who am I?
I sit and wonder
But I can't be myself
Never free from influence
Never free from their grasps
Trapped in my own insecurities
Yet the only certainty is my tendencies
Self destructive at best, and yet still just as fun
A monster unseen
Lying,
Waiting,
And yet will see the light of day,
Only when I have gone away
Not from existence does my body fade,
But trapped in a soul not my own
While I lie and wait, destroying this body
So that someday I may free myself
Not from their scrutiny
But the monstrosity that is me
Gross insect!
O Monstrosity!
Of putrid death beguiling me.
Be gone! O blemished devil’s bat!
You vex me perched upon my lap.
Such ugly gait and sticky bait,
Of bile produced from concentrate;
Detestable untouchable
Beyond my intellectual conception
That your existence has some meaningful intention.
With filthy wings you take to sky,
And leave your stain upon my thigh;
Twas it winged gods on high,
That made something so awful fly?
O but menace, do your worst!
Quite cunning in your fur so coarse.
I hate you, Ai!
My pecan pie!
Ill eyes behold your newest sty;
Infection of a dear confection,
Destroyer of my grand perfection!
O how I loathe proximity
To this grotesque
Monstrosity!
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