The antique mechanism
of the old clock had stopped.
The winding should have been
enough -- and yet, though the
pendulum swung back in forth
in perfect rhythm, no comforting
clicks emanated, as was usual,
the reassuring pulse of a consistent
heartbeat, regulator of a healthy
household.
The big hand had paused, 2 minutes
of. I thought, was this an angel, come
to my aid, or a devil, seething more
terror, personifying the foul deed
about to fully unfold? She would be
here, at nine. No doubt, her obsession
with punctuality. 2 minutes till, the
fiend had bound me to a chair. Assembled
the deadly charge, painstakingly attached to the
clock. Gagged as well I had no way of warning her.
2 minutes till...no, 1:58, 1:57, the clock's
now deadly hand had begun to again
advance. I heard her key in the door.
One minute to detonation. The door squeaked
on neglected hinges. "Cut! All right, 10 minute
break" the directed informed us, after shooting
for 4 hours non-stop.
Annealing bypass accountant funnel package routing
Die stream play overlays
Towards function
Away from heat regulator
Mobile O.S grid independence
Semiconductor dyes/dies
No grammatical syntax coupes possible
1. Earth
The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm
2. Air
The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm
3. Water
The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities
Provider of the realm
4. Fire
The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm
Fitted in well the fine role of a marvelous villain,
Soaked in senile hellish wisdom, he knew who to grill in;
He was he, though he had his numerous clone duplicates,
He was the lone master of his horrid hell-hounding fates...!
Like the original Omega, the regulator,
Channelizer of the blood and its nutrition cater;
Power of spawn Omega has no alternative, too,
He could make or mar any marvel, from out of the blue...!
Fighting against the hell was, for him, like eating candy,
He ended many hell powers, though his acts seemed sandy;
Did he decide to invade and conquer the Earth, none knows,
His battles, conquering the planets, like rockets fast goes...!
Striking anyone or anything that stands in his way,
Over the hell, heaven, and earth Omega has his sway;
Spawn, wonder woman, Superman, Batman... all are great tales,
To grow our kids in adventures, these are, yet, rails and trails...!!!
22 April 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: Syllable Counter
Give me your fears and hope,
the golden chains of your obsession
Let me vow bind your hidden hand past
to the leg of your uncertain present
Have the angst choices, which twine your future,
be your gilded, Lazarus rope
Pour your tears and your smiles
into my alchemy beaker
Experiment study your ancient pains
and new pleasures
Ghastly examine why
you mask the death reeker
Mix well the explosive potion of disparate dreams,
and behold ...
the beta wave oxidation of centrifugal spin reality
Allow me to be
your keen amalgamator
Take a peek-see,
monitor your pulse regulator
Give me total permission
to outer limit I locate the lost inner you
Hold a search light to your brain,
see the murky delta waves oscillating
Ping the Atlantis position,
dark abyss thoughts that eschew rescue
Buoy bask in the sunshine and the rain,
cerebral flotation is the gestalt thing
Let a friendly spirit be
your sherpa keen amalgamator
Take an MRI peek-see,
power up the love hum resonator
Diving deep, it was dark, cold and slimy.
Regulator dummy-splat gulps of air
flowing free into lungs, bubbling blabs out.
I struggled with the mud core collector,
to swiftly exit hole hundred feet down.
Just when the deed was all done and dusted,
I sucked for gasp - a spurt and then it stopped.
I reached up to turn reserve air tank on
but nothing, no surge of air, just fear flow.
No air, a hundred feet down, in despair!
I remembered my training - don't panic!
I tugged three times on safety line - again
No reply, so I faced a free ascent.
I dropped my weight belt, inflated the vest
pursed my lips and whistled, releasing air
in steady stream, fighting desire to stop,
to keep the precious gulp of air in lung.
Straining and kicking frantically up
at last I burst through the surface to gasp
gulps of fresh air, sucked in with great relief,
And then it happened, there was my dear mate
fiddling head down with tangled safety rope
oblivious to my plight - near death fight.
So relieved to be alive, all I said:
"Hey Mate, so nice to see you here again"
There is a potential so pure in your nature
that it be nexus between diviner and rapture
where freedom finds the fire of Prime Creator
deep in the brain's interior, a glandular mind expander
crossfertilizer of electrochemical ego and soul sorcerer,
the pineal pinnacle, receptor of solar miracle, regulator of the nocturnal wanderer
it is the tip of your spinal staff, the lituus which levies the chakra current into hypermatter,
33 skeletal sigils bridge the neural signals from root to bloom in the theta theater
as an inner vision of ajna becomes an outter creation of prajna in an unfailing future
with liberty being the law of wherewithal in a world wanting war with the philosopher,
passion becomes the parchment that your rights are riddled upon in cosmic character
unalienable imagination, undeniable in purification of reason unleashing the lotus tiger
into landscapes of raw physics where starry scriptures are alive in the instincts of an originator -
J.A.B.
Do Not Play with Plaque
We prefer that you do not play with plaque,
Or much more decay soon may come back;
Even if your gums and skin are both porous,
Come to dentist office and join their chorus.
They there become monitor and regulator;
Did use both dental floss and a stimulator;
Breathing fresh air is the best substance;
Bad breath brings on much repugnance.
Before magnificent mornings pass us by,
Brush all beautiful teeth am sure to try;
Perfect example like to and always set;
Love at first sight when dentist we met.
Same to assistants and receptionist applied;
For all of their support have heavily relied;
So each morning mouth wakes up smiling,
And now my nice teeth am never defiling.
Do brush up and down and sideways to;
Between teeth floss through and through,
And then in the end you can hardly wait,
To use gum massager before we masticate.
Mouths do exceed each standard and form;
Dentist said set and established a new norm;
On our teeth, actions control ware and tare;
Shiny and still look gorgeous everywhere.
James Thesarious Hilarious
Retired Veteran and Poet
https://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/edit_my_poem.aspx?PoemID=710531
Pure Water colorless, coffee always loved hot
Gentle rub on the shoulder, yes on the elbow
A sound rolls from the inner
A hail for glorified madness
All life sliced with a bread knife
Only the jams and butter are called to duty.
Unbelievable in the shadows of celebrities
The stars of soccer produce the craziest goals
The dribble, kicks and the madness, over the post
Until the regulator calls it off
The flop of matches are presumed, but wrong most times
Is amazing how our balls beat a keeper
That is what brings the glorified madness
Vision, determination, action and fans are on their feet
Substitute your best for the less,
Your resignation letter sang by expectants
But how you coach yourself for life
Will keep your replica jerseys on higher demands
With a water-less cup, generations will sing to you a lullaby
While the joy you share, keep products in glad testimonies.
Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of these creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker
But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunlight exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them, a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer
Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
But this serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour
Tick, tick, tick says the
Clock,make haste while
The sun shines.
For a stitch in time saves
Nine.
Tick, tick,tick says the
Clock,am always on a
Slow steady motion,
Waiting nor stopping.
Moving like a train-
Carrying along the wise
Ones-for time is in
Constant flux.
Tick, tick, tick, says the
Clock,though I err-as
Regulator of time.
But time waits no man.
Judicious use of time
Yeilds,nonchalant attitude
Breeds failures and
Regrets.
Tick, tick, tick slips the
Time.
The illusion of probability
Art of dark light fate
Hex of great misery
Enchanter of doom
That sleeps time at no cost
Merciless orphan of wickedness
Barren monster in Paradise
Hunter of the living
Clinch of horror
The May morning destroyer
Stasis of goodness
Asunder of Unity
Pillar of Halloween
An indelible mark of pain
A Vague population regulator
She's the regulator of the activities of life,
Her voice, so faint but very powerful.
Punctuality claims she's very beautiful,
Procrastination never wants her as a wife.
She's commander-in-chief of season army
And the head of weather family.
She listens neither to pleas nor explanations,
Battle men beckon her to move at slower pace.
Convicts wish she increases her rhythmical pace,
Busy men hope she moves in slow motion,
Her song is a nuisance to the rich man,
And her dance does frustrates the poor man.
Her steps could bring joy to some,
Yet, to others, it is a disaster.
Some assume she's dancing a bit faster,
Others wonder if she's taken too much rum.
But she owns not even a dime,
Mystery is her name, her first name is time!
My generator will not generate,
My regulator will not regulate,
My carburetor will not carburet,
So I guess I’ll just be……
L
A
T
E!!!!
My oscillator will not oscillate,
The percolator will not percolate,
This incinerator will not incinerate,
There’s nothing to do but meditate!
I will no longer contemplate
About that which I hesitate
To even stop and give debate
AIN’T LIFE GREAT!!!!!
Scuba Diving
Heavy SCUBA tanks
As if flying in water
Everywhere blue
Dry mouth icky salt
Regulator gets knocked out
Can't breathe in water
See a shark hiding
Marveling in its stealth
Hope it's not hungry
Running our of air
Better get to boat fast
Stupid lungs why why?
Brightly colored fish
And coral everywhere
I wish I could stay
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