The albatross ‘victor’
Gets up in the morning
And does wing-exercising;
Rain is not stopping him this morning;
He has done it repeatedly,
On rainy and sunny days;
He flaps his big wings against the strong winds,
Hops in the air
And falls back on the ground;
Flaps his big white wings another time
And hops back to the ground;
The albatross has a clear set goal in his head;
He aims at learning to fly;
One day he knows, he will roar up in the sky
Like his friends and parents;
With his big and powerful arms
He will explore
The skies;
Doctor Victor Frankenstein
sketched an impressive blueprint design,
but that was just for starts.
He'd need to get some body parts.
When all is said and done:
Who is the victim?
Who is the victor?
The harassed
Or
the one who harassed?
The one who bore it all quiet?
Or
The one who quietly retaliated?
Either way,
at times I feel
I am the loser .
For forty furious years the battle raged on
With fiercest grit and gut ever conceived;
The valorous victor at first the loser was
Till he at last the coveted crown received.
Such indelible scars sustained he
Over the tenure of this bellum sore;
And so shall the victor scabby bruises
Bear to monumentalize this fierce war.
And may every kindly soul shed a tear
In memory of those four decades gone,
When the valorous victor defeated was
Via no careless deficiencies of his own.
In Iran..I hear it told beleif in islam is going cold.?
Fifty thousand mosqes, shut down.?
Seems the ayatolla's voices are being drowned.?
What true power in Christ.? We might never know.?
Yet therein lies true freedom.' Even old Rome gave Him
'A go .)
Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad
Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda
Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent
Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara
Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica
Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
Tortures subordinates to claim her island
Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot
Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate
Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown
Nautical Nineteenth November
Victor, the VW bus was angry, he had rust on himself now
His owner was unkempt, frowsy, disheveled and frayed.
His house would have been condemned
If he had not hired a maid.
Agonizing screams of mental torture
Kept on wrecking his well-being posture
Gripped by demonic-possession venture
He witnessed midst loathsome evil gesture.
There he was, victim writhing midst great pain
While dragged against rugged terrain in chain
Shrieking while submerged within bloody stain
Under Satan’s force nobody could drain.
He was scared to close his eyes every night
Seeing gory images so vivid and bright
Hearing sorrowful plight of grievous blight
Tormenting his heart in struggling for light.
But, now he is filled with hopefulness’ glee
In trusting God Who makes one truly free
From fright’s woe, toward the Lord he did flee
As a glad victor* cheering you and me.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
4th place, "Spooky Halloween Rhyme 8-16 Lines" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 11/2/2023
Your thick neck and graceful eyes,,
Zafar Khan you are a tiger with ties.
Zafar Khan Down do you pay your taxes?
Why are you interested in different sexes?
hello everyone
I just can't stop thinking of our beloved Victor
he remains one of the first members I met here on soup
although it was always and only here through poetry
his friendship and generosity is forever true
Victor if you can see and hear this we pray for you
thank you
"wherever you are"
wherever you are may light shine upon you
fighting hard and long you pass each hurtle
now may the grace of peace be eternally yours
you made your footprint tossed into the world
telling stories writing poems that touch us all
you have fought since our paths first crossed
defying odds of every kind along with belief
we join and reflect for wholeness once again
endure for your voice to be heard once more
may light shine upon you wherever you are
SkyWatcher
07-27-23
A friend you are to all of us.
We pray for you through God we trust.
When we are sick and feeling ill.
Gods healing grace will be there still.
Please Know that on this very day.
We're thinking of you when we pray...
God Heal you and Bless you Victor
Thanking Kim Rodrigues blog
for sharing the news of Victor.
Please pray for Victors full
recovery. Thank you to all
who pray. God bless you all...
Michael Tor
this great story is comparable ~ to parables in holy writ
when RCA acquired Victor Talking Machine
this included rights to the iconic nipper, his master’s voice
they sold the first electric Victrola in 1930
and introduced the long playing record
He writes op-eds for Fox and admires Don Bongino, Ed Henry, Brian Kilmeade,
Trey Gowdy, Bill Hemmer, Will Cain, Jason Chaffetz, Stuart Barney, Jesse Watters, Raymond Arroyo, Tucker Carlson, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levin, Pete
Hegseth, Greg Gutfeld, and Lou Dobbs.
He predicted as a result of the 2020 election the country would be bitter, democrats would be blamed for making Trump into a monster, they would lose their power within two years and be considered a radical party.
He predicted that Biden would have no popular support, would not be able to put through any legislation, would never have a nominee for Supreme Court Justice and would eventually be relieved of his duties.
Even though most saw Trump as vulgar, uncouth, divisive and eccentric, Hanson would still vote for him. He saw Trump as a builder, dynamic leader, a regular guy from Queens and a better choice even with his bad boy attitude.
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