the berry twins were happy in their patches
no other faeries ever felt they were quite their matches
blueberry faery’s produce was a delight in pies
they were also tasty plain; just ask the fruit flies.
strawberry faery’s produce was tasty in a malt
consumed daily by that imaginative guy named Walt
the other faeries tried to find produce of their own to feature.
The one who almost reached their success was M.R. Reacher
M.R. Reacher was a brownie who claimed peanuts as his own.
They were difficult to grow, not like brambles overgrown.
George Washington Carver made them more of a hit though
When he invented peanut butter, which made that produce glow.
Now you can cry Reacher,
Joe instructs Jack.
And he does,
In the Parisian cab.
I see his tear
It rolls from his right eye,
Down his cheek,
Single and
Solitary and
Stinging.
I
You see,
Know
How that tear feels...
It's warm and wet and stings
It
Stings your cheek
Like my own tear,
Tears, now
Firstly on my left,
Then another
On my right,
My God,
His tear stings,
I can tell,
It stings his
Very soul,
And I know.
Wonder Woman, a beauty to behold
Her adventures something to be extolled
In a world where mostly men are superheroes
Like Jack Reacher and the Robert De Niros
Comes a woman who stands straight and tall
For right and justice and never takes a fall
So, I want to give her a place among the best
Since she’s head and shoulders above the rest.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 11, 2022
Submitted to "Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
My reacher
Like a compass
Like a waze
Telling me the directions
The north, south, east, west
The roads, the bridges, the ways
But not the initial planning and the final decision
I remain puzzle and helpless
At the cross-roads
But at once
I found that
I carry my own legs
The initial and final decisions both are mine
The teacher only provides me with skills and knowledge
For this life
We were like the snails in the shells
We promised to go together to hell,
We believed each other as Angel does to devil,
It's my fate to hate it, things we did
I admit I regret it....
From eating each other's food
To solving each other's feuds,
We grew getting beaten together,
No, I can't believe you left me for someone better,
In case you remember me, wait forget it
I admit I regret it..
I have new friends now hope you too
I'm sure they won't turn into foes like you,
I'm much happier than earlier I did,
I admit I regret it.....??
~ Occult Reacher
N-oble
E-vangelical
P-reacher
T-eaches
H-ope
A-bout
L-ife
I-n
E-xcellent
P-ropagation
A-stoundingly
N-oting
E-ternal
S-alvation
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Nepthalie D. Panes (November 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
P-raise
A-nd
N-icely
G-lorify
U-ndying
L-ord
O-nce
N-ecessary
G-athering's
P-reacher
N-ourishes
K-ids
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-anuary eleventh Wednesday
O-pens the dawn with light;
E-arly morn has broken,
L-eaving the chill of night.
S-hadows, haze, and mist
A-re all nowhere in sight;
N-o more Tuesday fog, the sun sets things aright.
P-reacher proclaiming the truth,
E-xposing the man's own opinion;
D-riving on the right path,
R-eady to tread
O-n.
Friend Had A Feature
A friend of mine had a fine feature;
Had ability to speak like a teacher;
Patience too;
Always knew;
About any subject were a reacher.
Jim Horn
M-inister of the Gospel
A-ims to fulfill his divine duty;
T-welfth morn February comes
T-o share the Sunday glory.
P-reacher of the truth
A-lways teaches the Father's word;
R-unning to finish the race
E-veryday before the Lord.
J-oin the flock in greeting him, we are one to wish him well;
A-llow the Almighty to bless the Minister of the Gospel.
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through every borough
Might you be, what I was, that today
Forget not,I fly with wings above the airway
What they call,she said,really doesn't matter
What you is what you become is the charter
Might you be an ugly,crawling,torny worm
Get in the cocoon,straight and still without a squirm
Don't be gloomy,she said,never mind the bully
They will brick you,stick you and make you feel silly
Might you be calm and hundred Buddhas to come out,
come out fly away with vibrant colors crying aloud,
And lastly she taught me this,
For my life to be an endless bliss,
You will receive nothing you want,
But you will receive everything you need,
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to metamorph to change for better.
It's a small pond,
circular mirror,
no rocks on its lawn,
but you'll see cookies when it's clearer-
bonds for bonds-
there is only one real singular,
you may find a little find,
or run it to town inferior.
Bind well with the wand,
and you'll always feel the feature,
the time is rhyme in its song,
whatever culmination comes for reacher.
You tell your parents you
Don't want to go there,
They say that there isn't
Much time,
You walk in the door and a
Dreadful smell invades your nose
You notice a man who alwase is ther
Watching staring,
You look out the window
To see two Golden Arches
You'd reacher be anywhere else
But where u are now
Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier
Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs here and there
Trouble seemed to find him where ever he was
always ready to help the underdog sort problems
living under the blanket using president's names
foot loose and certainly fancy free with no ties
Looking for him is like looking for a ghost
your best chance is a message left at his bank
and maybe if he is intrigued enough, he may
just look you up and sort out your strife
One thing you should know for sure
is one morning he will be gone on his way
the vista of the blue unknown calling
for now Jack drifts along life's highways
Based on Jack Reacher books by Lee Childs
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) !
MP's short for military police
One day I plundered and wondered,
Thought and wrought,
all that I am.
I am a preacher a reacher a teacher and a creature,
All me and never a Sham!
And I can never ,forever dissever,
My heart apart,
For my Love will rein!
For I will sing to the King of Kings
"God Bless to the Lamb who was Slain!"
As I slept ,crept and wept ,
Of a thought that I caught
in my mind,
I saw a man of pure action and compassion that caught my attraction,
Giving up His Life
In my Vision I was forgiven of all of my sins,
By a man with a plan who traveled the lands,
To bring us all to him!
Because this man has a mission ,to forgive our misgivings,
Because we are His Imperfect Kin.
So my task that I ask,
And the peace to all my needs,
Is Who am I?
I am imperfect and worth it ,
Adored and Reborn,
Loved from above
By My God in the Sky!
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