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preservationman Apr 2018
Zeus who was in control
A powerful god who was bold
He had a son called Hercules
Hercules being the protector for the weak and defense against the strong
His strength beyond mortal men
Hercules was always the victor at the end
But let’s more to a new seen
Follow me and you will see what I mean
Our tail involves ancient Rome
But the task will be defeat Rome’s army
The call is for Hercules to use his strength one last time
But Hercules has become old, but still his might
King plateau has a beef with Hercules

The king himself states, “my army is too powerful for you to defeat”
But that’s what plateau thinks
However, king plateau must remember, Hercules is guided by his father Zeus, who is a god and could make his temple shrink
ZEUS THE ALL POWERFUL GOD
SO KING PLATEAU WANTS TO TEST OLD MAN HERCULES STRENGTH
YET, HERCULES ALWAYS DEMONSTRATED HIS STRENGTH IN THE PASS IN HIS YOUTH
HERCULES IS NOW OLD, BUT CAN STILL DEMONSTRATE A BEHOLD
NOW KING PLATEAU WANTED HERCULES TO BEND A BAR
THE BAR BEND IN STAGES ONE BEND AT A TIME
HE THEN CRUSHED A SMALL ROCK IN HIS BARE HANDS
TRULY, HERCULES HAD NOT LOSS ANY OF HIS HERCULEAN SGRENTH
BUT COULD KING PLATEAU AND HIS ARMY GO THE LENGTH?
SO THE MISSION BECAME CLEAR
MAKE THE WEAK HAVE FEAR
BUT HERCULES WILL ALWAYS BE NEAR
SO LET THE BATTLE BEGIN
KING PLATEAU’S SOLDIERS WERE BATTLING THE WEAK
YET, THE WEAK WEREN’T EXACTLY POWERFUL, BUT WERE MEEK
OLD MAN HERCULES CAME ONTO THE SEEN
LIFTED HEAVY OBJECTS AS IF THEY WERE TOYS AND HEISTED THEM TOWARDS KING PLATEAU’S ARMY
NOT BAD FOR AN OLD MAN HERCULES
STRENGTH HAVING NO BOUNDARIES
YET A MISSION WAS AT HAND
KING PLATEAU’S ARMY WAS BEING DEFEATED BY HERCULES LIKE BOWLING PINS
KING PLATEAU WAS BECOMING WORRIED AS HE COULD BE DETHRONED
SO HERCULES ENTERED THE TEMPLE AND LIFTED KING PLATEAU IN HE AIR AND THROUGH HIM TO THE GROUND
SUDDENLY, KING PLATEAU GRABBED A SWORD AND STARTED SWINGING,
AND HERCULES ALSO GRABBED A SWORD AND MADE HIS ATTACK ON KING PLATEAU IN A FIGHT TO THE FINISH
BECAUSE OF HERCULES STRENGTH, HE MANGED TO STAB THE SWORD INTO KING PLATEAU’S HEART, AND HE DIED INCIDENTLY
HERCULES RUSHED OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE TO USE HIS STRENGTH ONE LAST TIME, AND DESTROY THE TEMPLE FOR GOOD
THE TEMPLE COULDN’T WITHSTAND THE STRESS OF OLD MAN HERCULES STRENGTH, ANMD IT CRUMBLED INTO DESTRUCTION
AT THAT POINT, THE OLD MAN HERCULES FINALLY DIED, AND THE VICTOR FOR THE WEAK NO MORE
MYTHICAL WAS NOW IN HEAVEN’S HANDS
BUT OLD MAN HERCULES WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED FOR HIS STRENGTH ALWAYS IN DEMAND
The clouds have gathered into darkness
This is a day of sadness
But the weak can contest in being the witness
Strength coming from the skies
Hercules accomplishments having an understanding in being wise
But we must realize
The sunshine is the life of Hercules
The past having a sunset
But Hercules will always be remembered in having full effect.
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2022
Something’s changed.


6:00 AM Sun August 16 2022

The temperature today will baby step
up the kitchen ladder, careful, senior slow,
to hover at a pleasant 79 Fahrenheit.

But, I am unfooled.

‘tis the birthing of the
changeling of mid-Augustus,
June’s initiating summer solstice,
an intimate longing now a long
gone forgotten memory, now a
calendar X a valedictorian graduate.

But of late, the sun has lately been
heisted by late afternoon by a batter
thick grayish cloud cover, right here,
hovering upon this godly place on earth.

there is a underlying fragrance, familiar,
an unmistakable chilling odor of cool fall.

an urgency emerges, hurry up you,
pluck the blueberries, harvest the peaches,
because trace hints of crispin fall apples,
falling browning foliage, curling leaves,
pumpkin flavorings and yellow gourds
is unjustly barely there, a definitely discernible.  

Back-to-school ads replace banners proclaiming
bargain prices for summer necessities, vin rosé.

Even the squirrels are enjoying a Sunday rest,
after mornin’ worship, no feverish acorn collection,
a subtle hint, winter supplying must be nearly done.

dare not superstitious say out loud, the **** geese,
have made themselves scarce going on two weeks,
having learned a trick or two from the Ukrainians,
I chuckle to think that we may have regained territory.

But, I am unfooled.

Morning boats of all ilk and demeanor ply-plow the
bay waters, but all seem less hurried, savoring the pretense
of forever long summer days, beyond-belief sunsets, soft white
ice of creamy calming waters, no impasto^ seas wintry rough.

Return-to-bed, coffee mugged, I await the Dumps early call,
the sorting done, metal, plastic,compostable, so easy to bring
order to our daily detritus, thinking if only one could sort the seasons then I would be a forever summer man, here,
on this godly place.


But, I am unfooled.

7:06 AM Tue Aug 16 2020
Shelter Island, N.Y.

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^Impasto is a technique used in painting, where paint is laid on an area of the surface thickly, usually thick enough that the brush or painting-knife strokes are visible. Paint can also be mixed right on the canvas. When dry, impasto provides texture; the paint appears to be coming out of the canvas.
Star Gazer Aug 2016
Coated the idea in plastic
Kim Kardashian heisted the magic
Kept it in public's eye, distorted;
tarnished its value as though it's important,
but in the wrong ways.

We've paint a portrait of fiction;
Created chaos and complete addiction,
it's reverting back to a rendition
where we forget what it really means;
so we speak of it as though we knew it,
and shun eyes on those who go through it
even though most take part into it.

A slight touch, to make it look natural;
we've lost the organic and pastoral,
we've seen complete cover ups
moulded masks with make up,
we've filled the world with falsities,
And if the world is burning or crashing,
you can always keep up with the kardashian.

We've muddled beauty with plastic,
Celebrities heisted the magic,
we've placed shallow beauty in media;
saturated the world in sepia,
fake ****, make-up, same cups;
we've distorted the idea of beauty,
And left half the world feeling ugly....
Feeling like they aren't worth anything...
Feeling like the world was not built for them.
MissNeona Apr 2015
Some of them are part hilarity, part shame...

The thing is, there are so many reasons why I shouldn't have worked that job...

I was between 16 + 17, overworked, super ADHD, brand new driver, horrible with directions (and these were the days of maps and phonebooks... >.>).

I was usually running late,
not really prepared,
costumed,
carrying things,
haphazard
and I had (and still have) plenty of issues doing standard issue human things...

there was this one time that I remember going up to East Side Marios at the time...
and again,
this is over 10 years ago....

dressed up as a large bird...
and now I'm a fairly large human as it is...
especially for a female around 5'10" and in highschool, I was around that height already.

With this head,
I clock in at a good 7"...
toting either balloons, flowers or some other gift...

I wander through this restaurant,
asking waitresses to direct me to my location.

I get there, do the song and dance thing...

and I'm pretty sure I totally slacked off most times and did 1/3 songs or whatever I was supposed to.

I can't remember if the rules were never told to me proper,
changed or if I just anxietied the **** out of the situation and failed to deliver.

After I was done and trying to make my way the hell out of there.

I'm extroverted,
but not a fan of people seeing me in costume,
touching me,
trying to meander through waves of people dressed as a bird..

and just a plethora of other things.

I preferred being safe in the shop and just tinkering away.

Anyhow, while I was trying to make my escape, a waitress came over and informed me that they had another birthday party and she asked if I would be so kind as to go and say hi to the other party.

Now, being the good little roman catholic school girl that I thought I was being raised to be (save for the glaring oxymoronic behaviour that I tended to exhibit in shame when nobody was paying attention to me...)

of course I would agree to say hi and make someone's day a bit better.

I made my way over there,
and as soon as I appeared she screamed at the top of her lungs,
sprung out of her chair and dashed over to me.

Her arms flailed and found themselves all over my person,
rubbing and molesting with a intoxicated fervour I had yet not been in receipt of at that tender age.

Now, don't get me wrong, I had molested and manhandled my share of unsuspecting, awkward nerds at the time in my amazonian haphazard ***** youthful mode...

but around that time, most thought that I was much too strange and dorky to engage with.

So luckily, most wouldn't be able to get near my bubble,
especially not to the extent and excitement that this woman was sporting.

I fumbled over my words and sputtered out a, "Uh-uhhh.... Happy birthday?"

To which the woman gleefully exclaimed, "Aaahhhaha! It's aa giiii~rrrl~"

and at this point,
in youthful mortification i was silent
a heavier set bald man let out a lecherous chuckle, "Uh hue hue hue.... my turn."

All I remember was bashful waving and me trying to make the quickest escape my chaotic form could.

Now, I don't even remember how long I held this job for,
because most of my memories of the position involve some sort of failure and folly...

so, I'm not sure if I made a clean break and if I heisted the additional awkwardness from another story and mashed them together,

however.... on my way out,
I remember somehow bashing into a waitress and having at least six glasses of beverage go all over me, her, the walls and floor and make a hell of a clamoring all about.

I remember being absolutely ready to expire by the time I made my way back to the van to change out of the confounded outfit that made my existence even more cumbersome.

I am pretty sure most of the joys of that job only come in the retelling of the incidents in how entirely horrible they were to experience first-hand.
NiTSUDD Aug 2016
*******was heisted
She was seeking a man
Where does the bull summon the energy
Chewing on something
Cheap thrills
That sleeper is out there
Its sweet and spicy
The home crowd is on their feet early
Kaede Feb 2020
Maybe I'm just gonna chase the wind;

The wind that heisted the happiness from us,
The wind that created the storms,
and prompted waves immense in form.

The wind that desolated every laugh,
The wind that once gave life to something not enough.
And the wind that blew our feelings away.
Maybe it could bring us back on that very first day.
This poem is not yet done. Trying to work on to this poem. I hope I'll have time to polish it. This one is for November 6, 2019 moment. "Cause memories bring back, memories bring back youuuuu"
Poetic T Oct 2016
Your words are a cadaver, moist thoughts
are putrid and decaying in your skull.

Expelling lingering aromas with each
breath smelling of the pollen of dead roses.

I gaze lucid in your gaze of empty eyes that
only want to pull me under to oblivion.

I heisted upon your palm given freely,
for nothing is free what is the price for trust.
Written three years ago tomorrow,
yet superimposed (likened to
emotional palimpsest) upon
mental state of yore
recent post traumatic stress
triggered courtesy war
torn legally tendered greenbacks,
where enemy bonded, heisted, and netted
mine life savings, he
(who fabricated conspiracy
implicating Citizens Bank employees,
whereby I fell for
hook, line and sinker)

unfailingly didst surrender
willingly (figuratively suctioned)
hand over fist funds galore
at my expense did score
leaving me dirt poor
subsequently inducing scribe
of Schwenksville to be more
assertive and contact attorney general
in an effort to restore
forfeited cash confidence man wrested,
plucked, and extracted banknotes
wrenched stashed nest egg
tucked within secret hideaway under floor.

Psyche still particularly riven
upon heels of liquidated change
spurring yours truly
to rattle his virtual tin can
since series of unfortunate events
doomed harried luckless
Perkiomen Valley troubadour reincarnate
begging (he gently seeketh
financial succor viz gofundme) for largesse.

Even before scamming imbroglio,
I experienced disillusionment
regarding mein kampf and hard times
getting older and just scraping by
courtesy skin of my false teeth.

Impossible mission to avoid senescence,
nevertheless, yours truly sought
to hold back hands of time,
when pubescent metamorphosis occurred
(two and a half score years ago)
aging petrified me, and imposed
(Uriah) heap of great expectations
and unwanted responsibilities.

In short, I did not want to grow up
forced to don mantle of adulthood
instead hankered and hungered
for fictionally nostalgic boyhood,
whereby every day
in make believe webbed wide world
exemplified hunky dory nirvana.

Aside from experiencing adolescent depression
demeanor of yours truly,
said Lilliputian severely withdrawn.

Scapegoat my middle name
bullies identified perfect bullseye
analogous to trumpeting antagonists
me as carnival barker calls out:
step right up draw an arrow from quiver
take aim at mine plainly affixed target.

Deplorable basket case loathed adult role
idealized mythical boyhood
refrained eating - courtesy anorexia nervosa
deprived growing body necessary sustenance
scores of Earth orbitz
round sun since puberty,
now vehemently decry
growth process sabotaged
self stigmatized stunt(ed) man
I stand on tippy toes,
(with nails that grow askew),
a pygmy among giants.

Sadness ofttimes eclipses
hijacked and jackknifed joy
aware emotional faculty
thru conscious facilitated meditation
can jar infinitesimally
long log jammed **** friggin
invisible obstruction along battle creek.

Linkedin with recovery coach,
I experienced then
(that day being July 20th, 2020)
around high noon cathartic enlightenment,
which revelation heightened awareness
how when just a lil lad yours truly
exhibited socially withdrawn mean mien
mollycoddled by overprotective parents
placed no demands upon their

sole contemplative introspective,
and ruminative non prodigal son,
yet upon edging into adulthood
(and magical age of eighteen)
self same idiosyncratic person (i.e. me)
faulted for supposed antipathy
toward those who conceived yours truly;
I honestly confess lack of genuine interest
exhibited toward other family members.

Absent marginal positive self image
infinitesimal if ever present
within grown docile scaredy cat,
his informal assignment
gently suggested and accepted
with little objection
courtesy Maggie Jaramillo
brainchild social services
Creative Health employee.

Daily repeated self affirmations
(ideally more than once)
rapidly jotted down
ennobling exercise prompted
by aforementioned magnificent therapist
strongly suggested technique
to seed empowerment
fostering joie de vivre.

These waning days of
mein kampf and hard times
flicker with cautious optimism to wax poetic
versus referencing anecdotal
personal gloom frequently cited
sprung from raw bits
since powder milk biscuits
unknown to yours truly;
thee focus of disproportionate
maternal and paternal affections

unwittingly, unmistakably, and understandably
triggered sibling resentment
no matter brother where art thou
among self and two sisters
not deliberately, but inadvertently
created, fomented, incited, loosed...  
genies of envy, jealousy, ornery... out the bottle
an immediately recalled realization
during my formative years
never known to yours truly then
only recounted decades
ex post facto courtesy mother
some months prior to her death.

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