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Mars: War God
Castles topple
with a twitch
of his finger,
when he smiles
thousands die,
his laughter
is a massacre,
rivers of blood
dance within his eyes,
every heart beat
is a warriors battle cry,
the world is a chessboard
laid out at his feet,
with delight
he topples
pawns and kings alike
with the toe of his boot,
but even he
grows weary of this game
and when he yawns
nations crumble
and fall.
I'm working on something for this, should be ready soon.
Venus and Mars. (Apologies to Homer)
Venus gave Mars a look,
That was so very flirty,
Her marriage vows she forsook,
And they got down and dirty.
Vulcan was her husband lame,
He trapped them in a net,
They couldn't hide their naked shame,
And Mars began to fret.
"Alas, my love I am enchained,
Tight to your peerless breast,
My lusty panting is constrained,
My face it is compressed.
This net has squeezed us in its clutch,
And stilled our passion's throes,
But I would not mind half so much,
If I could scratch my nose.”
Times up!! In reality, I must declare Prendrelmick the winner, as you gotta love a poem that retells a genuine mythological story about the god Mars! Great job everyone!
God Bless
Pen
Thanks Pen.
I suppose the next subject will have to be Valentine's day
I dare not mock my valentine.
She's sweet and cute and true.
For if I do she might say, "Fine.
Some other boy will bring me wine
And take me out to dance and dine
Then play the whole night through."
Ok, yesno looks like you 're up. I liked the phrase "to dance and dine," in particular.
Thanks! The competition was severe.
The next topic is happiness.
The tentative deadline is April 15th.
Happiness
It flits upon moth wings,
elusive, and frightfully delicate,
yet possessed by stolid resolve,
at rare moments I may grasp it
within my hands, frantically at first
I can feel its struggles for freedom,
with a thousand
miniscule heart beats
that send thrills throughout my nerve endings,
but if held too tightly,
kept too long,
it will begin to suffocate
dying slowly,
it must be released,
but even as it begins to slip away,
there remains the residue
of its presence,
and it becomes absorbed within my pores.
Happiness is...
A pig in a wallow,
A slug on a cabbage,
A duck in the rain,
A trip without baggage.
A hen with a worm
A horse at his hay
A field with a gate
Children at play.
A flower in a meadow
A cat with a purr
A leaf in the sun
A spoon with a stir
A book with a story
A poem when it rhymes
A play with a plot
A song of old times
A man with his slippers
A bright coin to spend,
A child with its mother
And a list with an end.
Happiness comes
When you know some people love you
When those that don't don't matter
When you put the past behind you
When you look to the future
Content where ever you are...
Make Momma Happy
Happiness comes at the bottom of a Bourbon bottle,
giving reason to leave your therapist at full-throttle.
Dodging nurses and tackling cops, taking your wallet,
and smashing it on Liquor store counter tops.
Caught up in a hold up, squeezing a cashier's tit,
say hi to your mom - through the news - because she's
gonna flip -
pancakes on the grill, for when you come home,
cause she's sweating excitement about your new bottle
of
Bourbon.
Attention required!
Oops let me squeeze this in ahah
happiness
comes and goes
and it rather throws
one minute I am rose
and the next I am lows
I wish it to goes
i'd rather smile
and loads
stable natural
flows
better then I wows
happy now
you knows
I need you not
so doze!
I will announce a winner tomorrow morning.