The Spews of Erebus
Our desire unites us
that our greed and ambitions
might be heard as prays
to a concerning and considerate God
Might the Spoils of discovery
find sceince as profitible
as it is interesting
they cheered and toasted him
not knowing what was before them. Said one
in full opposition of the others. He sheilded his
lanterns at night
might the greed of men
need light to undo there promises.
Gold makes even the sanist man satan
that the poorest of the poor
wish to be as wealthy as
he who pay's him;
must he be vain and willing to risk
it all to prosper.
Or shall God makest him humble enough
to be concerned and bless the
expedition that they might
all equally share ach fortune.
Doctor kestler Anartic Expedition
There is Environmental Protocol against mineral extraction in Antarctica
The story is of a bunch of time traveler willing to extract from the past to have a Profitable future.
They are faced witha Challenge from The Superfreinds.
Dressed to the nines, but with a lethal twist,
her cover blown, enacts her exit plan.
Those lips, a deep vermillion, never missed;
cotillion entrance stops hearts for a span.
A needle in the bracelet at her wrist…
With subterfuge to rival a MacBeth,
a poise belies her young and tender age.
Bare balanced on a blade ‘twixt life and death,
a china doll conceals a tiger caged.
Eyes locked on him, there’s murder on her breath.
She smiles, and with those eyes, the trap is sprung.
Embracing her, the prick is never felt.
Then pressing in, he forces past her tongue;
in mock response, she firmly clasps his belt,
glides to a chair - one down, the night is young.
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for the THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 10/07/22
Welcome winter month into my little haven of dreams and joy
your rouge cheeks and your fresh air kisses will do us all good
Let me worship in your ice rink of fun and chatter with my friends
while I sip on cocoa from a foam cup and share a story or two...
Winter tide greetings from Jack Frost is always a warm embrace
when it comes from the heart, we neve tire of the lit up snow
Sunshine loves to shine especially on a cold cold day, and we
are the lucky captives of lovely rays, each time we put our faces
up to the beautiful ice blue sky.
Hospitable season that you are you are generous with inventive games
such as ice skating, sledding, skiing and angel making techniques,
Oh let us not forget ice fishing for those wonderful sportsmen
who love to fish...
I welcome you winter, dressed to the nines with wooly attire
the only thing you do to me dear January, is inspire to aspire.
The "Not-Nice" Nines
If ones are
Wonderful
Twos and threes
Are terrible
Fours are
Fantastic
Fives are
Freaky
Sixes go
To school
Sevens
Are cool
Eights aren't
A fool
And nines
Are not nice
They are
Cold as ice
They shut down
Won't suffice
They will not
B enticed
The "not-nice" nines
They are not fine
They do not
Give u a sign
What to do
To have a clue
Who is who
Or if it's true
The "not-nice" nines
Show their behinds
They do not shine
But they do whine
They do not cry
They are not shy
They will ask why
Copyright From A Poet's Heart
10/28/15
D-ress up to the nines,
I-t's your special occasion;
A-rray in your best garment,
N-ever ignore the
A-ttraction.
J-ust dress up to the nines,
U-ntil you are satisfied;
L-et the gladness remain
I-n your heart deep inside.
T-wenty-seventh of July, your attire has nice designs;
A-im to wear your apparel, dress up to the nines.
Waking by the peace of sleep, walking through my nightmares.Dreaming when the sun shines on my face, endless by forever screaming.Walls made of clay, closing in, trapped by what makes nothing seems to be the fake of day. Who makes sense when senseless is the price i have to pay, that does not mean i have to stay. Single is my mind by time, secondly to the line where first begins to end the race and finish always last.I do not linger by the pointing of my fingers, shadowed by my sin i embrace my mistakes with every single bone i break.Fear streams where i swim, drowning in the depths of what creates my pain.I am invading the space which was collected by the silver signs, inverted by the nines to mine the war which birth traces into crime.
The sun shone bright and the wind was cool
On the road to that place, I was ecstatic
Expecting the nine of all that life can drool
Now and then I did dream of a picnic
With my host, the prince charming of my dreams
Laughing in love was no more made of whims
Never did I see behind this facade of falsity
Love turned instantly to what is known as cruelty
Into a slave he made me, of craving liberty!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
For the contest Nine
Sponsored by Tracie Indigo Dreamweaver
The mystical number nine,
its magic, is not by design.
Its magic speaks
math techniques
which simply cross the line.
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Multiply nine by any number
Add the digits in the answer
Do until you can’t add again
the number will always be 9
9 x 1234567890=11111111010=9
Many other tricks with 9's
© Jul 14 2010 For Deb’s “magical numbers” contest
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