A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!
What do you reckon Venus of Milos was doing when she was fully limbed?
Was she thinking
Deep thoughts
Holding the apple
Measuring the gravity
Of her life?
Was she, like Aphrodite,
Poised with a shield
About to march off
Into a battle
Confidence writ on her face?
Was she a Muse
Putting on her work clothes
Getting ready to go
Inspire some artist
To create works of beauty?
Was she Sappho
The Poetess
reaching out for her pen
to finally complete
one of her poems?
Was she spinning a wheel
To make a tapestry of Dreams
Or to weave time
Winding and unwinding
Moments lost and found?
Was she playing a Lyre
Singing timeless songs
Of loss and triumphs
Great loves and heartbreaks
And exciting adventures?
Or, dear reader,
Was she just a woman
Like you and me
Trying to go about her life
The best she can?
Maybe, wrongly,
But I tell you, strongly,
I’m beginning to reckon
That to one we often beckon,
We our self-esteem erode,
And our flesh corrode,
And the very guy goad,
To on our shoulders drop a load,
Weighing a thousand grams of neglect,
And another of disrespect,
Any soul should last expect …
With its awful content one can’t inspect.
How does one now smiles beam,
With a slaughtered self esteem,
Promising only twists and turns,
And a belly that’s tightly churns?
Who the figure from out of dark dreams-
Where she flees in terror and silently screams?
With the looks of a demon! What a heart of love!
And passion for the opera which plays above.
Tears of music fall from his eyes;
A face so tragic, he wears a disguise.
Lonely in love, Phantom's got the blues.
Well, I guess that's nothing new.
Who the man from the shadowy gloom?
I reckon he'd love to be Beauty's groom.
Surely, his voice is the finest ever was.
Why, I wonder? I guess just because...
From other folk, he is mostly hidden,
Yet, often he appears unbidden.
Who could ever guess how his heart bleeds?
Who can tell what such solitude breeds?
Says Opera: "I am tragedy, love fate!"
Says Phantom: "I am your mate!"
And the audience can't speak, can't listen,
Behind the scenes. No, they can't listen.
Who the man cloaked in mystery?
No one knows at all who he be.
From out of deep shadows, I see him beckon.
I've glimpsed The Phantom, I reckon.
R-eckon the days till the event,
A-im at the annual occasion;
K-eep your mind always open,
I-n doing the preparation.
O-nce you reckon the days,
C-ounted ones make it closer;
H-ours have flown so fast,
A-s the affair draws nearer.
V-ision of your birth anniversary is to feel God's warm embrace;
E-very fourteenth of November, eagerly reckon the days.
J-ust be a force to reckon with,
A-im to succeed or win;
I-t's your chance to shine,
M-ake the hesitation
E-nd.
B-e a force to reckon with,
A-im to emerge victorious;
R-each the greatest goal,
C-rown of life so glorious.
E-xplode with big numbers,
L-et the good result talk;
L-et the critics get numb,
A-llow your feet to walk.
N-ever fear the opponent, there's an air to breathe;
O-n the twentieth of May, be a force to reckon with.
Beckon and Dead Reckon
I hear quaint calls that do beckon;
Determine direction must dead recon,
To find out angle where coming from;
Catch flounder, dolphin and some drum,
And need right equipment for detecting.
Jim Horn
The day you reckon with me,
Might think of me as a fool,
You may take everything I've ever told you for granted,
You make forsake my love for weakness,
But you are wrong for I am strong,
I am strong for loving you for so long,
I am strong for continuing to walk this earth knowing that you mock my love,
My heart is big and my song is long but you don't have listen for it to be right or wrong,
You don't have to hear the melodie,
You don't have to watch as the ocean crashes upon the shores of my aching broken heart,
But you are wrong,
Love is not wrong,
Love made me strong.
I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND
You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wish comes second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion
I ask you to do something but something comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly
I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do
I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved
you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND
You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wishes will come second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion
I ask you to do something but something else comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly
I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do
I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved
you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND
You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wish comes second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion
I ask you to do something but something comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly
I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do
I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved
you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
© 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~