conception
a
catalyst
of
inspiration
evoking
distinct
emotive
interpretations
vivid
&
contemporary
the expressive
absorbed
in
exigent
functionality
in
constant
variants
of
practical
gestures
He is one of if not the most beautiful man, yet so brutal.
In the presence of his variants, all resistance is futile.
He's heroic in one, yet tragic in multiversal...
We arose from restless dead since time before
your futile presence an ancient Earth did spore
your many variants, which we gladly sting,
no matter which holy deity or king
you set against. Serqet heals but cannot cure;
guardian of Qebehsenuef; brief allure
that regards canonic jar of chitterlings,
timeless amulet that bears such hollow rings.
Our poison always threats your sweet milieu
for still we dance a promenade à deux.
Isotopes of a larger part
Extractions or
Variants isolated to its
Purity
Clustered to fuss and
Burst or reburst into a
Larger reaction
Each moment of a second is
Then equal from end to end
Moreso that its stability to
endure can be made safe for
the sake of endurance
To make regular usage of
What could be be
From the position of improvement
Advancing and duplicating what has
Been advanced to create a source of
reliable power, from the simplicity of
Science.
Facts to forward the advancement of
a stable source. Elongating what has been
done to reap the benefits of its possibly.
Fusion to make one second into 60 in a safe
and productive manner!
automated
processes
slotches
of colour
intensity
with
minimum
means
brimming
with
symbols
awakened
breathing
charged
with context
affinity
to openess
hovering
with musicality
in
playful variants
profoundly.
Impressed
blurred
surfaces
in
miniature
figurations
emphasised
translations
of
pervasiveness
break forth
impulsively
in
pictorial
polophony
THIS AN OPEN(organic) VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
RECEPTION
variants
appear
widely admired
then
disappear
in
face
of human
passion
transformed
by
sense&
intention
as
conscience
& rage
awakens
shaped
by
visual space
reminiscent
transmuted
by
experience
&
willed
ordiliness
apprehended
then
suspended
in
meditation
&
natural
intutive
disposition
Gunslinger, hellspawn
Thrived from Bane, a Western town
He was a preacher in his prime
To saving souls, he gave his time
Condemned to death, but done no crime
For, he was framed in gleam of dime
A murderer, he was then called
So, to the devil, his soul, he sold
In deathly rope, he died in pain
But from the dead, he rose again
For, he must make some wrong things right
So to his gun, he clung so tight
In dark of night and light of day
He's meant to venge, he's meant to slay
With gun in hand, he shoots to kill
Those fools who made his blood spill
April 28, 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest (7th place)
Sponsored By: Robert James Liguori
cunning spawn of hell
who gained access to humans
through the world of dreams . . .
with each nightmare inflicted,
ruling us all is his goal
April 26, 2023
For the Spawn Variants Poetry Contest
of Robert James Liguori
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
A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.
Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.
Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of spare parts also.
Are we are all variants
created in a biological laboratory
purposely put together flawed,
'try outs' tested
to see what works best?
Constant experimentation is important.
Reincarnation but an instant
then we are out the door once more
clanking around
"Pollution…..most call it humanity’s ‘progress’, but I call it humanity’s doom, because if we don’t stop this planet will eventually become a tomb.”
“Only 7% of bees can make honey, but we take it from them, just for some paper called ‘money’?”
“Most of the pollution is caused by cars, even though we have electrical variants, people don’t care about ideas from people who can go to Mars! ”
A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.
Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.
Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of spare parts also.
Are we are all variants
created in a biological laboratory
purposely put together flawed,
'try outs' tested
to see what works best?
Constant experimentation is important.
Reincarnation but an instant
then we are out the door once more
clanking around
trying to look normal
but we won't know 'normal'
until we find it.
Oh!Dear
It looks like Masks are in vogue again
I fear
Another new virus has appeared
Complicating lives and causing more worry and pain,
Another strain, another strain.
Politics, I do not understand
We can no longer make plans.
For tomorrow or beyond
Where has common sense gone?
The world is an awful mess,
Everywhere looks sad and depressed
Grey skies in Spring that should be blue
What are we all going to do?
Oh! Dear
Christmas should be full of cheer,
Lightening hearts at the end of the year
That has been very tough
For too many folks,
Who has tolerated more than enough?
If these new variants of the viruses take hold;
The politicians should have told
We must be aware,
Of the health issues lurking in the air
Everywhere.
Distances and wearing masks
It is an inconvenient little task,
It is much better than the alternative
If more people want to live
Through this awful epidemic
It helps avoid a pandemic.
The mask will alleviate some of the fear,
Oh! dear
I got through 720 dimensions,
but I can only explain 16,
At the 32nd mark I found out why,
It's a prejudice decision,
Because God said,
It was so,
That a man can be immortal if he chooses not to know,
They can be the first dimensions dying all that is after sight,
They could heart too after listening to a boss having a rough night,
They could be a third that can't understand why they are a thought compared to the herd,
Because I chose to know,
I can explain dead variants of our reality head to toe,
Not much further though 720 dimensions go into the contents of our breathing air,
Being able to get them on cue all around you.
But.... Who really cares,
Abolishing sin is really what's fair,
I wonder if I could make it rain though... Nevermind.
Who do I need to impress.
I just wish people wanted to be gods instead of leaving it in a gods hands,
I'm sure that's what a monarchy looks like...
Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue
to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, We took our
hands in sacrament we both said we do now
it seems you get so agitated and tell me you're
tired of this lifestyle.
Have you lost the faith you once possessed?
Am I a mind reader? You keep your frame of mind bottled up for whichever reasons today, yesterday, tomorrow you're persistently showing me your variants of your different faces and mental attitudes, No i'm not questioning myself, am I of dispossession of
you releasing your inner fears and tell me so
What I did do differently that I don't do now?
Lean towards me my child and these situations for I am the way, truth and light, I am
a trusting spirit and let no one take away your faith towards me.
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