WILE E. COYOTE
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With ACME’s ludicrous gadgets galore, in the desert Wile E. Coyote plots
Builds rockets and traps that his nemesis, the Roadrunner, inevitably spots.
*“Beep! Beep!” Road Runner zips past with a dare, and with a tumble and crash
Wile onto the desert does splat; undaunted, he sends ACME more cash.
Poem written for and submitted to Cartoon Characters Clerihew Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchen, sponsor, August 11, 2025
*Note:“Beep! Beep!” This onomatopoeia is commonly associated with the Road Runner in Looney Tunes cartoons featuring the speedy-yet-flightless bird and his constant pursuer, Wile E. Coyote.
(Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beep,_beep_(sound))
Sometimes the best way to love life is by speaking to others that make you smile and feel love!
As men we are given the task of being the pursuer, well this is not always the case.
What can a person say but think of a Snow White Dove!
Wanting a wife and children has now become a race.
We become tired of being rejected and placing on our mind and heart another burden.
I love you!
Focusing on becoming perfected is a burden.
It is true,
Seeing you smile has given me joy
When you are in pain I feel sad!
I am truthful even if my words sounds coy.
Not being there to prevent your pain makes me mad!
You cause my heart to beat!
I want and love you and even your cute stinky feet!
Death is in relentless pursuit.
It pervaded my thoughts,
assaulted my senses.
I scramble, rerouting courses.
A thousand voices call out my name.
Taunts, screams, cries alike.
Yearning, warning;
Calling, crying;
Run, run, run.
Run through the phantasmagoric vicinity--
The end is not far.
A hooded figure speaks my name,
its voice benignant-- a mere whisper,
Unlike prior haunting echoes.
It beckons me over with an extended arm.
My pursuer, waiting for me like an old friend.
I was only shadowed by my own fate,
pulled by my destiny.
October 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 15-16
Key Verse – Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING US
TRULY HIS OMNIPOTENCE
Praise be to God for showing us
truly His omnipotence as our:
Proven power-Performer
Pleasant pasture-Provider
Peaceful protector-Pacifier
Prodding progress-Pursuer
Productive prosperity-Propeller
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Lord for
His resurrection that manifests His:
Victorious greatness against death
Virtuous goodness against destruction
Valuable graciousness for our deliverance
Vibrant grandeur along His glowing dominion
Visible governance over despair and discouragement
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Saviour for
working with us:
Counselling us with His wisdom
Confirming His Word along our walk
Counting on our commitment in His will
Charging us to watch against worldliness
Commending our worship by His worthiness. Amen!
October 20, 2024
The atramentous night was without light.
Terror pursued the frightened running man.
And got closer the harder that he ran.
He screamed his fear into the Stygian night.
The dark was broken by something blacker.
At first indistinct but was growing near.
The man was running in obvious fear.
He fled as from an unseen attacker.
In panic he turned to impose a ban.
The shapeless pursuer stopped and congealed.
As it did its frightful face was revealed.
He found that it was from himself he ran.
Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure,
or honor, cannot exist without sin. Desiderius Erasmus
I must begin by saying, "It is not always true that sin
consumes any pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor.
Not everyone's pursuit has identical motives;
Nor does the level of passion have to be tainted.
Indeed, narcissists are not the sole owners of noble pursuits.
Moreover, the impact of noble pursuits has peripheral benefits.
Indeed, there can be pure pleasure without immorality.
Certainly, there can be legitimate honor without selfishness.
Yes, wealth can be either earned or inherited without greed.
If the pursuer is pure, his passionate pursuit can also be.
Beauty is pursued
The poet is the pursuer
Poetry the prize
Verse a healing balm
Words can act like medicine
For souls in distress
Beauty is beauty
Light can transform anything
Metaphor for grace
She couldn’t know what time would reveal.
She loves Him more than words can say.
all hope is gone, it’s surreal.
Tears escape as she tries to pray.
He is her son, her firstborn son.
And the answer to our prayers
She knows when all is said and done,
She’ll be left with grief-stricken tears.
She can see His struggle for air,
His life is coming to a close.
John is beside her, a sad pair.
Waiting, they’re lost in the shadows.
Filled with a pain she can’t explain,
Darkness falls, covering their souls.
This is heartless that’s inhumane.
This pain, no comfort can console.
She feels doom that comes to shatter,
Destroying hope of salvation,
When He is gone, what will matter?
Grief has come to all creation.
God’s only Son, Lamb of God, Love
Mary’s son and her Rescuer
With grace flowing down from above,
He saves. He’s a heart pursuer.
He is the way. I believe Him.
His love sustains, offers new hope,
To every heart that was once grim,
He gives them a new way to cope…
Mary mourned the One who had died,
But somehow, He survived the tomb,
Making a way to give up pride,
Finding the light who ends all gloom.
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
Above the Blue Ridge hills
flights of stealth owl
glide in from the moon.
Strange how a jungle is never quiet
but these Tennessee woods
sleepwalk along moccasin paths
watched over by the velvet foliage
of dreaming tree.
Owls are the true eagles here,
they hunt the thriving flesh
and distain all that no longer trembles.
They do not scavenge
but scatter prey before them
hunting the huntable on sonic waves.
Sometimes on a summer night I leave a cabin
to walk among the owls and nightjars.
To sit silently listening to the rustle and scurry
of a timid pulse and the silent wings
of its pursuer.
Occasionally a deer is startled
by an incautious movement
sending it crashing through the dark brush.
I do not carry a gun here, but if I did
I would never break the silence of these woods
for the voices of the dead and the living
sing in the air as softly as stars do
when reflected in the eyes of hunting owls.
I ran as if an hurricane blew me along, so swift my journey,
I did not stop to admire hill nor mountain as my breath labored,
finally I could run no more and stopped.
I heard as my pursuer gathered pace and neared me,
I ran again as if a hurricane blew me along, such danger gave me wings,
finally again I stopped and turned to face my demon.
I sat waiting on a rock subdued, my lungs ached from exhaustion,
I saw the sun setting over the mountains as slowly dusk approached,
finally, I saw him near and my heart beat loudly in my chest.
I had not asked for love and sought not to find it, it found me,
love chased me and would not be stopped however fast I ran from it,
finally I saw the face of love and was captured.
Unseen
Beauty is what you can’t see.
It’s even beyond the God.
The whole universe is just
Its preface and spot of its face.
Once you see it, there’s nothing to see.
And there’s even no need to see.
There’s nothing that can out-leap
The beauty.
May be love is the thing
Which could be slightly its analogy
And nothing can defeat its grace.
Whatever you see you think is beauty
Is just your blind vision.
If you make a revision and
You may see its another version.
Beauty is the purity that never fades
And which never tricks.
Sometimes you may see it within yourself
Or in may be others.
Even then, it’s just a sign of
Such beauty exists.
Be its devotee
Be its pursuer and be its creator.
You wonder once you find it and see it.
Once you found it and let it
Absorb you into it.
Then you’ll yourself become a beauty
Then the beauty becomes
Your sweety.
Ramakrishna Chowdary Jasthi
17.07.2019
Valentine rhapsody spins in a box of delectable chocolates
Melting in sweetheart’s love dreams, keeping romanticism alive.
Delicate heartfelt mission. Delivered on an angel’s prayer.
Vulnerability waltzing in glorious amounts of faux confidence.
Sensuality imagined by a shy reticent man, who imagined
She was his dream woman. She was surprised, having no idea
And never really noticing him for he was a blue collar after all.
The chocolates were a great start and she soon discovered
Blue collars are exactly her type. By then, he was pushing away
For his fantasy woman was nothing like the woman inside the package
So now he was the one being pursued, and she was the pursuer.
Life really is like a box of chocolates, Forrest Gump pun intended.
She filled her shopping cart to the brim.
Warm clothes to wear on cold winter nights,
Some food for the flame and whatever else,
Many things, that seemed to have future value.
She walked the streets night after night.
Bubble gum rings and plastic beads, her treasures.
A colorful existence responsible only to herself –
One night, she ran across the street
In front of an oncoming car and was saved.
Her pursuer gave up and went home.
It was abandoned in an old neighborhood.
Without her cart of goods and with hair strewn,
She went to the department store.
There were plenty of grocery carts there.
Each one waited empty wanting to be filled.
She did not have a job, but she loved things.
This time, she walked inside and looked around.
There was food; there were clothes; everything.
She looked wantonly at it all and at many people.
She took an empty cart to freedom and fresh air.
She walked the streets, night after night.
When her cart was full of found items,
She slept on a cardboard bed beneath the stars.
Huddled alone in a warm coat from her cart,
She rested until tomorrow, which always came.
2/14/2017
Written for “Theater of the Absurd´ Poetry Contest
POEM 17 A DREAM
I HAD A DREAM & THROUGH MY VISION
MY DREAM CAME TO REALITIES.
I AM A PROFESSOR OF LIFE THROUGH
ADVENTURES MY EXPERIENCES BECOME
A LESSON.
I HAVE WISDOM OF WORDS THROUGH MY
SKILL MY WORDS BECOME A STORIES.
I AM A PURSUER OF HAPPINES THROUGH
MY JOY, MY HAPPINESS BECOME REALITIES.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
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