ZGlance Phattey
is a marvelous movie
it has enough equal parts
to balance even the most
religious or anti religious
person or people.
People often get tired of
the religious reasons for doing
or not doing things. I heard
"The Baronet and Knight were
in dispute due to her belief in
a non- sexual relationship
be fore marriage the movie
tackles the belief and
disbelief of people
needing excuses to due
thinks. Some who
are mighty worshippers.
My sister in laws
lover sued the other man in his
brother-in-laws relationship
for not reporting the honey bees had
ecasped.
They thought it was smart for
with holding the data
due to the Monarch who
wished themthe news due to the
beliefs of those
who refused to study
the catogories before
speaking on sunbject than were never defined
or reserched.
Due to the conflicting laugage and similarities in
laugague
they needed to often write what was needed
to complete =certain tasks
and what.
The words were same but the definitions
were different
it became a challenge
when convaying what was needed.
(the piano can wait, the bloodspots on your ear can become infected!!)
Categories:
tackles, america, culture, film, guitar,
Form: Ballade
Football crazy Exiles u13s 2024/25 season
They're football crazy,
they're football mad,
Ipswich Exiles U13s,
the best they’ve ever had.
With speed and grit,
determination true,
Strength in all areas,
they play to rule.
Our top goal scorer,
a year younger but bold,
His talent and drive,
a sight to behold.
Week in,
week out,
whatever the score,
These lads bring pride,
always wanting more.
On the pitch they shine,
a united band,
Making parents,
fans,
and coaches the proudest in the land.
Win, lose or draw,
their spirit's a flame,
Ipswich Exiles U13s,
forever in the game.
Categories:
tackles, childhood, class, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
As fish live by water, in Jesus the disciples lived.
His life he breathed in them as Lord Yahweh did to Adam.
Demons and diseases, as though magicians, they confined.
Deeds of wonder, like Jesus, their master, worked at random.
Non attachment to mundane tackles was their crucial norm.
Abundant mammon and luxuries would mar their mission.
The sin-ridden hearts to celestial form they should transform.
Salvation for souls was the goal of their expedition.
Begging bags, like those of mendicants, were part of their chore.
The father will feed his children. He has his secret ways.
Apostles should feel and heal the cravings of each heart's core.
Being with them, as flesh and blood, they should spread shaman rays.
Shake off the dust if you're unwelcome, yet, help those in need.
Wasn't embracing each human, the soul of Jesus creed?
Categories:
tackles, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
Give me the U who dances in the rain,
The U with sunshine in your laugh, a heart that can't be chained.
The U with dreams that shimmer, goals that take flight,
The U who stumbles sometimes, but picks yourself up with all your might.
Give me the U who craves quiet moments, lost in a book's embrace,
The U who bursts with ideas, a whirlwind pace.
The U with a fire in your eyes, a voice that compels,
The U who finds beauty in the ordinary, in every seashell.
Give me the U who yearns for faraway lands,
The U who builds sandcastles on familiar sands.
The U with a paintbrush whispering secrets on a canvas,
The U with a melody strumming on forgotten stanzas.
Give me the U who breaks bread with loved ones, laughter in the air,
The U who tackles challenges, a burden you learn to share.
The U who cries cathartic tears, a heart that feels so deep,
The U who finds strength in vulnerability, secrets you choose to keep.
Give me all the U's, the vibrant kaleidoscope,
The messy masterpiece, the ever-evolving code.
This is the symphony of me, a beautiful, complex core,
And I wouldn't trade a single note, forever wanting more.
Categories:
tackles, dream, feelings, me,
Form: Free verse
Leave it all behind. There’s no room for your baggage,
but your togs, towel and the factor 50 promise.
Sail the roads west.
Teenage freedom is in the bottom of the lidl bag,
clung by ice-creamed fingers, up the grassy dunes.
In summer’s kindly kiss. A freckled pretty face.
The Brave’s charge into the cold. In the flirtatious slide tackles.
These easy feelings. Is there a hidden weight
to the sandy socks, to all our fate’s?
Remember friend, when grey tides are high
The blues and hues of Enniscrone’s sky.
Where sand is soft and the world might yet rhyme.
Maybe there you’ll realise.
Categories:
tackles, beach, friendship love, fun,
Form: Free verse
Like any girl, my cat loves shoes.
I keep her in mind with the new pairs I buy.
She looks in the morning to note what I choose,
And then she observes while I zip, fold, or tie.
Muddy today, it will likely be boots,
And slippers in evening when feet are sore.
She tackles the ones that seem the foe that hoots.
They're a large owl's head that she hates -I adore.
The slippers are now worn beyond flat.
I'll buy one more pair of animal fun.
Perhaps a Llama or a dog, but not a cat,
'Cause my Dee Dee enjoys being the only one.
(a factual poem)
Categories:
tackles, animal, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Written: November 05, 2023
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Glittering glass on gossamer ground
untamed saffron blaze tackles its task
a flawless waltz
Beaded up pristine runaway stars
In a bright, shimmering stream
weave shards of light onto a string of pearls
speaking upon ageless beauty.
I'm facing the sky
toward shards of dwindling light
patterns devoid of time
When daylight has faded
a caramelized lion and Noah ark coexist
placing my palms upwardly focused
With you in mind, I venture outside
rhapsody vibes under Moon candle
dreams seep into reality.
My heart, a litmus of love, triggered
emotional turmoil.
I just wish to offer you the best
of myself.
Categories:
tackles, beauty, devotion, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Midnight lavender echoes whisper,
As the song of the rooster fades.
Mauve tackles the sky with a blush,
Curly coral clouds are dressed in buffed bronze shades.
Ebony snoozes in the round,
As the moon takes center stage.
Stars twinkle as diamonds in the sky,
And the night is peaceful page.
In the nocturnal retreat,
Nature's symphony plays on.
The rustling of leaves in the breeze,
And the distant hoot of an owl's song.
The world is quiet and still,
As if holding its breath in awe.
And in this tranquil moment,
All worries and fears withdraw.
In the nocturnal retreat,
There is a sense of calm and peace.
A reminder that in the darkness,
There is still beauty and release.
June 06, 2023
Categories:
tackles, analogy, appreciation, loneliness, night,
Form: Rhyme
nocturnal retreat
mauve tackles midnight
lavender echoes whisper ~
song of the rooster
curly coral clouds
dressed in a burnished bronze blush ~
ebony snoozes
round rosiness yawns
in wispy gossamer hush ~
the sweet scent of pink
puffy plumes of gold
like lush heavenly spindrift ~
nocturnal retreat
6/6/23
Categories:
tackles, day, morning, night,
Form: Haiku
When I loved the Hen was then:
A hen sings not like a wren;
Hence, not in my Good Books Hen
While, there, safe and sound Wren!
The sounds hens make not for pen
If poets did adore them: when?
He was no poet: George O Ben,
Never a verse dropped: Friend ken.
Hens Ben loved fried as chicken,
Time Ken would invade kitchen...
Prefer I rare wrens to hens;
It's been one wren worth ten hens;
Only few men avoid Brown
Or would Brown confront and frown,
While I know that hens' cackles
Sound much like serious tackles.
Categories:
tackles, analogy, animal, devotion, love,
Form: Rhyme
Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Achcked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
tackles, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Herschel Walker's Republican stride
Tackles truth and shoves it aside
He'll smash facts and weave
To fake and deceive
Those who don't see how much he's lied
Author's Comment: What is it about football that some people like? I think the fans imagine themselves on the field crushing the opponent. It allows people to vicariously express their anger. The politicians seem to have adopted the football (or professional wrestling) mode of operation. It's not discourse any more--it's a violent display.
Categories:
tackles, anger, character, evil, football,
Form: Limerick
Could it your fancy tickle:
The fluid you need does trickle;
Legs once free like vehicles
On Stopped Feet of Manacles?
Won’t it up get one’s hackles
That one often tasks tackles
Others’ Wrists not in shackles
For what one down to buckles?
You others tag ‘The Fickle’
Fit only for the sickle;
Expo sure to ridicule:
Lots of in Article
That you know “Just Bicycle”
Swearing on “No Icicle!”
Honestly, I won’t like it,
Though shan’t jump into a pit!
Categories:
tackles, allusion, conflict, cry, work,
Form: Rhyme
On a football pitch a frosty foul,
Spared by The Referee his booking howl
But not The Goalie’s condemning growl …
Just badly kicked was his jowl
By the scorer now wearing a scowl!
“The Luckiest-Red-Card-Excused Owl!”
Irrepressibly rise would one’s hackles,
After The Roughest of play tackles.
Whoever does not spleen vent in shackles,
As even a hen wronged by half cackles …
Now, what is clearly at stake
Is something of his he must take:
“The ball leaving to dive at legs
And keep hitting them as owner begs!”
Categories:
tackles, bullying, career, cry, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Threatened national beast*,
Tawny coat with black stripes,
Teeth sharp and agile feet,
Totally strong and brave,
Targets small animals,
Tracks, tackles, tears, and tastes,
Triumphant growl is heard.
15th March 2022
*Tiger is the national animal of India and it is endangered
Categories:
tackles, animal, tiger,
Form: Pleiades
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