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Mario and Luigi

Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!

Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
 
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.

the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.

And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!

-Manek Kohli
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')

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Moon

Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in the sky, 
Gretta was still working, that too without a sigh, 
the ship was finally built, Gretta was on cloud nine, 
but going a bit farther up than that seemed rather fine. 
 
She sat inside the cockpit, tightened her seat belt, 
pushed a few buttons, with such admirable stealth, 
algorithms aplenty - all perfectly aligned, 
as the engine started roaring, boisterously alight. 
 
The rocket ascended at last, it set sail yonder, 
to the farthest frontier that this universe could conjure, 
and after it finally left the vivid atmosphere, 
Gretta was so happy, she let out a smiling tear. 
 
Days passed and she was put in catatonic sleep, 
immobile and still, immersed in lovely dreams, 
suddenly with a thud, the ship had landed still, 
She woke up instantly, with a newfound thrill. 
 
She wore the lunar suit, which she had stitched herself, 
opened up the bolted door and descended the metal steps, 
the moment she touched ground, she turned around, 
and got pleasantly surprised by what she found! 
 
A red-hatted impish elf, sat crossed leg, 
a large nosed fairy stood, munching on nutmeg, 
two rabbits bowed down to the rabbit goddess, 
and two more pressed her feet, in a soft caress. 
 
Gretta walked a step and heard the elf shout, 
"oh silly person, take that suit out!, 
we've got oxygen, plenty of em to breathe, 
that suits a waste o' time and energy!" 
 
Gretta obeyed, and unzipped the heavy suit, 
underneath she wore a dress - flowery and cute, 
"good going, young child, now lemme show you, 
this lovely wonderland which you dub the moon!" 
 
And the elf was right, they met unicorns, 
box-laden garden paths and joyous little fauns, 
walking and talking scarecrows, nursing little crows, 
small blue doll houses with chuckling gnomes. 
 
within a crater lived a colony of werewolves, 
but they were nice and fair - specially one named Ulf, 
he'd give her milk and tea with chocolate biscuits, 
and in order to keep her warm, red spotted mitts. 
 
The goddess too was nice, a wise and lovely soul, 
"be imaginative and create, but don't forget your goal", 
she'd also give her nutmeg of such abundant variety, 
her best friend was a Faun, so strong and mighty. 
 
and the Minotaurs build Gretta a lovely home, 
with a mushroom roof and walls build of foam, 
"stay here with us, Gretta, you'd have a great time", 
said the red-hatted elf while singing a rhyme. 
 
Gretta thought and thought, she came to a decision, 
she decided to stay for sure, she looked forward for her admission, 
and from thereon, life for her was perfected, 
all her dying wishes had suddenly been resurrected.

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Hallelujah

That angelic voice, I heard her 
sing,
All of heaven awoke, to its 
corridors ring,
But you'd rather listen to a 
saddening tone, would you?
She had been told, to sing so 
low,
Begin with E3, don't cross G4,
Our nervous dame began to 
sing Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

She had been taught how must 
she cry,
Winnow the grain, cook the rye,
You thought she couldn't make 
you weep, didn't you?
She took in some air, then 
broke away,
From the sired stranglers of 
decay,
And from her lips she sang the 
Hallelujah,


Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Tell her when is the victory 
knell,
When ferocious beasts will be 
put to rest,
But you'd rather see her suffer 
now, wouldn't you?
The eternal search for a change 
of heart,
The lifelong request to play your 
part,
Listen to her prayer, the 
Hallelujah,


Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

She only wants the simplest 
glance,
From the oceans wave, the 
mountains dance,
Do you want to watch her fade 
away, do you?
She will fly, swim as well,
Till she breaks her tender leg,
Till she will forget how to sing 
hallelujah.


Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah.

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Space: the Starry Heaven

We live in a lonely universe. Observe earth from space and it is simply a vibrant celestial body, in miles and miles of emptiness. This poem emphasizes on the power of our imagination, in breathing life into this very nothingness.

Nebula's and galaxy's a plenty,
all perfectly align,
with such rhythmic precision,
and bow to the starry heaven.

they are perfectly radiant dreams,
of such gargantuan proportions,
of such admirable dispositions,
they gleam, they shine, they meet.

Such desirous temperaments,
never even try to swim,
in an ocean of a hundred universes,
but from where I stand, they do.

a million vantage points,
on a thousand scattered planets,
if such is the case than why,
am I not omnipresent?

Perhaps I am, from where I stand,
under this starless heaven,
eternal, horizon-less,
this lovely imagination.

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Oh, Madam Francis

oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.

The ocean waves would shamelessly recede,
an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose,
man after man would attempt to succeed,
but now look at you, a sad, wilted rose.

Kings would transform into commoners,
just to see you pace along Martin's Lane,
beggars and hobos would transfigure,
just to receive a smile from this lovely dame.

But look at you now, a disgruntled old maid,
a dissatisfied hag, the chaff of grain,
did a single soul not run to your aid?
did a hapless finagler leave you insane?

whilst venturing in such reproachful thoughts,
I suddenly notice a man walk past,
Madam Francis, no longer distraught
with a sigh of relief, chants "Finally, at last!"

oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm sure, it will always stay.

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Amid

Dust and desolation, it all sets in,
for a savage once, it is beauty akin, 
to settled bones and tired skin, 
and the fiddler puts his bow to rest, 
perched atop the infinite crest, 
amused and musing about his rest,
the buried branch that sprouts a flower,
whilst man and machine tend to cower,
stargazing at the boundless tower,
She plucks the seams of her feathery blanket,
her beautiful curves, her golden anklet,
and empty apathy, a flightless carpet,
rue and rancidity, it all sets in,
for a savage null, it is beauty akin,
to empty bottles with broken rims.

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Romance With An Image

Love aviated in him, so subtly,
but felt nothing less than a knife,
that had encroached upon him so balefully,
but he hadn’t felt so peaceful in life.

Every time he closed his illuminated eyes,
he disembarked in the alternate universe,
where the fire of hell had been extinguished long back,
where heaven was hallucinating on earth.

He felt her aroma everywhere he roamed,
it was a timid quaint feeling of hope,
a feeling that had resurfaced in him since he had found,
in this love, peace and sound.

He visualized her in not-so quintessential ways,
she had a soul brighter than sun and its rays.
she breathes flowers, very sublime,
had the aura of a million saints, all very fine.

She spoke, broadminded about how she conquered,
the kingdom of his heart, in the empire of his soul,
she spoke of how she set flight like a bird,
brushed away his darkness, filled all his holes.

Now she wants a body, not the depths of his heart,
so one day she and him will have to part,
till then he will continue to embrace her this way,
fill in his desire for love, for peace and gay.