The Mammals: Parts I-VII

I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a profitable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night V: The Whale Ultra was enlightened in the discipline of locomotion Streamlined for the smoothest path through channels undersea Lengthening her string of arching breaches out across the ocean Worthier performances by swimmers few could be In the sheer Antarctic regions, fish and game were in abundance Shielded from exploiters by a climate harsh and cold To the model continent she paddled onward in accordance With instructions from a far-off voice that she'd been told It was of her grandfather beseeching her to join a meeting With the leading citizens of the assembly In their condemnation of the upright the debate was heating Since the trawlers started decimating openly They were thick and poorly cultured, terminally unreceptive Militant barbarians with ruin as their aim Up against their heavy hulls, offensives would be ineffective And in the retreat to a secluded shore no shame He received her warmly to his quaint marine life sanctuary Holding out both fins for a congenial embrace Cumbersome obstructions of construction would be temporary Transportation systems from a wilderness to trace Many had assembled in the shallow inlet's calm confinement To hear her progenitor articulate his plea All unfolded with an eye to elegance and pure refinement Culminating in a seal hunt of ferocity Mercilessly they assaulted, tearing pups away from mothers Flinging prey adroitly into fellow hunter's gob They slew half a herd at once and chased for sport the frightened others Rendering of massacre a comprehensive job Appetite appeased, there was the need to rinse the stain of slaughter Off of Ultra's gum line and about her rosy cheek In the cleansing currents of the offshore's vast and open water Her cosmetic remedy she set about to seek VI: The Bovine Gorging on a luscious pasture, Gladys tended to her function Which she understood was to excessively consume For her selfish occupation she had not the least compunction Thinking natural the life of leisure to assume As the seasons passed between productive chomps and peaceful slumbers Never did the thought of a rebellion cross her mind Even though her herd surpassed her captor by uncounted numbers To sustain their dull routine her kind were more inclined Like a conscientious heifer, she'd allowed her use for breeding Finding it more civilized to keep it in a pen But no offspring from the most concerted try had been proceeding Solely pledged to her ingesting had she been since then Hewing sprawling swaths of field to show her durable devotion As a grazer her achievement stood out from afar When it caught the notice of the higher-ups for her promotion They arranged her travel by a crowded cattle car From a gaping slot she could enjoy the view of weeks of wander Launched in a procession past her stationary stall Grandiose depictions of her future she was free to ponder From her self-made pedestal, permitted hard to fall At the railway's destination was a futuristic compound Boasting long hydraulic belts to further labours spare Though to turn from her direction was a choice distinctly unsound Standing on a stretch of ribbon, straddling thin air Through an open aperture, upon a ghastly sight she stumbled Hanging from remorseless hooks on harrowing display Suddenly her fuzzy dream of an enchanted grassland crumbled Followed by an overwhelming shudder of dismay But her barren womb was irresistible to the researcher Whose good method to correct would fruitfully bestow She soon had a busy litter of her very own to nurture Trepidation smothered by a fond maternal glow VII: The Equine Shooting Star received the spotlight as an up and coming racehorse Swimming in the ceremonies, flashing trophies new From among the thoroughbreds the most outstanding on the racecourse Crowds of loyal followers around his triumphs grew To the summit of performance, gliding strides accelerated Through the warnings of exhaustion ringing in his head His expenditure was less a number to be calculated Than the passion that was present in his heart instead His best friend, Bernice, amid his swirling stardom, was an anchor Keeping him in comfort and untangling his hair With athletic victories it seemed she wanted him to thank her Of her expectations he acutely was aware The young daughter of his owner, she'd been with him from the outset On their pure relationship he faithfully relied Application of his races' outcomes as a confident bet Had to plush enhancements of their living been applied On the way to occupy the season's hinging start position He could see Bernice upon another horse's back And the loss of trust on which had rested his supreme volition From his normal soaring aims, had knocked him clear off-track Once the gates were flung ajar, he flitted out with feigned commitment Of the thumping cluster, keeping passively behind Sinking to the bottom of his paralyzing disappointment Victory the last thing on his deeply troubled mind When he saw Bernice dismount to greet him at the course conclusion With the rival having merely done an honest deed Purpose was restored to bring his energy a huge infusion Carrying him off in an amazing burst of speed From the outside lane he streaked ahead to turn the closing corner Finishing decisively in front of any peer By Bernice's guidance he ascended to the place of honour Where he faced a multitude and listened to them cheer (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Parts I-VI

How evil do you have to be to go on TV and declare war on a harmless poet? I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a profitable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night V: The Whale Ultra was enlightened in the discipline of locomotion Streamlined for the smoothest path through channels undersea Lengthening her string of arching breaches out across the ocean Worthier performances by swimmers few could be In the sheer Antarctic regions, fish and game were in abundance Shielded from exploiters by a climate harsh and cold To the model continent she paddled onward in accordance With instructions from a far-off voice that she'd been told It was of her grandfather beseeching her to join a meeting With the leading citizens of the assembly In their condemnation of the upright the debate was heating Since the trawlers started decimating openly They were thick and poorly cultured, terminally unreceptive Militant barbarians with ruin as their aim Up against their heavy hulls, offensives would be ineffective And in the retreat to a secluded shore no shame He received her warmly to his quaint marine life sanctuary Holding out both fins for a congenial embrace Cumbersome obstructions of construction would be temporary Transportation systems from a wilderness to trace Many had assembled in the shallow inlet's calm confinement To hear her progenitor articulate his plea All unfolded with an eye to elegance and pure refinement Culminating in a seal hunt of ferocity Mercilessly they assaulted, tearing pups away from mothers Flinging prey adroitly into fellow hunter's gob They slew half a herd at once and chased for sport the frightened others Rendering of massacre a comprehensive job Appetite appeased, there was the need to rinse the stain of slaughter Off of Ultra's gum line and about her rosy cheek In the cleansing currents of the offshore's vast and open water Her cosmetic remedy she set about to seek VI: The Bovine Gorging on a luscious pasture, Gladys tended to her function Which she understood was to excessively consume For her selfish occupation she had not the least compunction Thinking natural the life of leisure to assume As the seasons passed between productive chomps and peaceful slumbers Never did the thought of a rebellion cross her mind Even though her herd surpassed her captor by uncounted numbers To sustain their dull routine her kind were more inclined Like a conscientious heifer, she'd allowed her use for breeding Finding it more civilized to keep it in a pen But no offspring from the most concerted try had been proceeding Solely pledged to her ingesting had she been since then Hewing sprawling swaths of field to show her durable devotion As a grazer her achievement stood out from afar When it caught the notice of the higher-ups for her promotion They arranged her travel by a crowded cattle car From a gaping slot she could enjoy the view of weeks of wander Launched in a procession past her stationary stall Grandiose depictions of her future she was free to ponder From her self-made pedestal, permitted hard to fall At the railway's destination was a futuristic compound Boasting long hydraulic belts to further labours spare Though to turn from her direction was a choice distinctly unsound Standing on a stretch of ribbon, straddling thin air Through an open aperture, upon a ghastly sight she stumbled Hanging from remorseless hooks on harrowing display Suddenly her fuzzy dream of an enchanted grassland crumbled Followed by an overwhelming shudder of dismay But her barren womb was irresistible to the researcher Whose good method to correct would fruitfully bestow She soon had a busy litter of her very own to nurture Trepidation smothered by a fond maternal glow (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Parts I-V

I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a favourable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night V: The Whale Ultra was enlightened in the discipline of locomotion Streamlined for the smoothest path through channels undersea Lengthening her string of arching breaches out across the ocean Worthier performances by swimmers few could be In the sheer Antarctic regions, fish and game were in abundance Shielded from exploiters by a climate harsh and cold To the model continent she paddled onward in accordance With instructions from a far-off voice that she'd been told It was of her grandfather beseeching her to join a meeting With the leading citizens of the assembly In their condemnation of the upright the debate was heating Since the trawlers started decimating openly They were thick and poorly cultured, terminally unreceptive Militant barbarians with ruin as their aim Up against their heavy hulls, offensives would be ineffective And in the retreat to a secluded shore no shame He received her warmly to his quaint marine life sanctuary Holding out both fins for a congenial embrace Cumbersome obstructions of construction would be temporary Transportation systems from a wilderness to trace Many had assembled in the shallow inlet's calm confinement To hear her progenitor articulate his plea All unfolded with an eye to elegance and pure refinement Culminating in a seal hunt of ferocity Mercilessly they assaulted, tearing pups away from mothers Flinging prey adroitly into fellow hunter's gob They slew half a herd at once and chased for sport the frightened others Rendering of massacre a comprehensive job Appetite appeased, there was the need to rinse the stain of slaughter Off of Ultra's gum line and about her rosy cheek In the cleansing currents of the offshore's vast and open water Her cosmetic remedy she set about to seek (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Parts I-IV

About that pest problem, it's just a minor summer blight like mosquitoes for me. I took care of it yesterday. Cheers. I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a favourable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Parts I-III

I'm gambling that I didn't make it to Part III the last time. [Jul 30: Looks like I covered most of these eight chapters the first time.] Now I can finish it. I fixed the last lines of Part II so they don't overuse a word. Jul 28/11:55am: I've made a few more top-to-bottom changes on yesterday's poetry post here. I may need a little extra time now to add totally new chapters to my poems. Please stand by. I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a favourable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Parts I and II

I've got my new songs worked out on the guitar but I'm not recording them right now. I need to complete this collection to eight poems as I originally set out to do in 2007. Hard to believe I've suffered so horribly for sharing such harmless work. There wouldn't be one aggressive word in this account if it weren't for the thousands of violations against me and the need to defend myself online with no support from anyone else. I'll enjoy writing this. It reminds me of those classic Disney productions where they followed the critters around with a camera and made adventures out of it. I loved those as a lad. So tranquil. I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mountain of fat pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Having climbed already to the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn (to be continued)
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The Mammals: Part I

I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin could happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mountain of fat pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending he was dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependents, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill (to be continued)
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The Tunesmith (Complete)

I: The Masters Masters of the future's past, perceivable to whom they want In rekindled memory, return to with predictions haunt From their retroactive glimpse of any interesting soul They just met in decades hence, the background stretched to countries whole Blazing with the autumn colours, carefree dreams of cheerful play Crumble from the gravity of prophecies they have to say Thrusting in the blameless face of childhood naivety Challenges that lie ahead in full adult complexity Children so encountered want to trust the neighbour as a friend Even when they're bluntly told that he will give cause to defend Though a flashy music show might thrill a youngster as his fate Being hailed a poet would be classed as something that could wait Long and hard would be the struggle nobody would want to get Means afforded by technology to be developed yet Halos and high spirits may await as final destinies Following the horrors that would bring an army to its knees Psychic knowledge of the masters on the slimmest odds astound They whose impact on the timeline promise to be most profound One would need assistance with the will to persevere alone Through a heavy gauntlet of derision on him wrongly thrown Labeled a composer when he'd not begun a note to learn Vigilance against detractors would become his first concern Basking in the company of beings by his peers unknown As the daunting details of approaching strife were to him shown Clement drifted from the message to a more amusing game As he heard a true account of hurdles on his way to fame Bracing for the struggle would begin before his foes were born To be fortified enough to see eroding years outworn Having made him buckle to the imminence of his delay At the hands of malefactors in his future faraway They departed, promising to come back on the crisis' eve Wispy recollections that might only have been make-believe II: The Crew Rupturing the calmness of a residential avenue Raucous were the voices of the dubious production crew Found in institutions and for cheap and unskilled labour picked Glasses raised to toast the damage they'd be able to inflict Concentrated misfits were they, with their own the most secure In the spotlight's shadow but susceptible to its allure Bandying a flimflam or a better name that they could steal Centred on the height of the superiority they feel Occupying posts within a thick of unassuming strays Long had they escaped detection, presence lost within a haze Takers of the toxin that they poured in what they had to tell From the spin of pure deceit received a whopping dizzy spell Sprung from stark confinement by the sympathetic hand of hate And with sly accomplices allowed once more to congregate Trouble was assured by the renewal of their shallow leer As their weary victims braced for more assaults along the rear Herschel's raging hormones held him in a state of sorry need On the panic of the young and innocent he had to feed Banished from the playgrounds for behaviour deemed distinctly lewd He succumbed to laughter that allowed his wet tongue to protrude Benedict was more aloof, his sabotage precisely planned To produce the widest devastation that the act could land Drugs that helped him shore up his hallucinations of the self Had to be extracted from the disinfectants on the shelf Being with the Blister sisters, Thelma-Lu and Rosa-Li Often proved the ladies' charm to have been better off to flee As they lent their shapely bodies for amusement or as bait Teeming with desire to illicitly incarcerate Woe to the outsider who'd become the focus of their field With the drops of his own blood, his ruin would be signed and sealed Like a nest of vipers were they to the stranger on the street Who a long expected fate by their fault was about to meet III: The Pact Once presented evidence for life in reaches hidden yet Such as Clement's interaction with the beings he had met Cumbersome becomes the mantle of the normal waking trance Whose rejection drew to him the hateful ones' unwelcome glance His sincere expressions of dissatisfaction and disdain Resonated with the public as the news could not explain His demand for room to travel on an independent road Caused the panel to unravel by the strong support it showed Since his efforts brought to light the oversights of industry Well advanced professionals opposed him with ferocity On malicious missions did they as a compact team embark Leaning on the cheating angle topped by the malign remark His acoustic option by the finger held upon the string Framed in thoughtful passages his voice was suited well to sing Left them no resort but to diffuse the impact of his tune Drowning it in fuzzy tributes to a mellow afternoon By the bending broadcast signals singling him sorely out He was seen as easy for the bad to use to score a rout Eagerly they fell upon him, keeping to his open back Counting up the moments he was vulnerable to attack Word then passed down through the channels tantalizingly discreet With the tunesmith's bloody slaughter, history would be complete Undertakers visited to measure him to fit his hole And to pay their honours to his soon to be departed soul Invitations such as that with which they had directly plied To attend his fan club with the Blister sisters at his side Were considered by the crew intensely irresistible Though his warm reception would be rather more combustible Clement was distracted by a vision of internal bliss Scheduled for demolition, his appointment he would miss Curses of the disappointed echoed faintly to the fore When they saw the house go off and miss him by the house next door IV: The Event Past imaginary borders, too remote a way to wend Masters gathered at a table topped with joys from end to end Led by those who'd flown through elevated doors of mystery To impart the knowledge that their explorations let them see Pleasing were conditions in the wondrous plane they occupied They were able to make their surroundings to their will abide Sparkling with witty humour, drawn from standouts of the age Summoned to a meeting to agree upon a common page From a clear projection they had special access to observe If the tunesmith perished it would cause a catastrophic curve His survival of the plot to cease his actuality Vitally impacted the unfolding of reality With their presence to assure him, though alone a host he faced He withstood an onslaught for the harmless calling he embraced By his birthday's celebration in their gratifying zone They paid homage to achievements visible to them alone As his critics scrutinized him, his own sight was inward bent To a flowing fountainhead of music his attention went In the time it took them to unite behind a one word chant He'd surpassed his former by the volume of a power plant In a spurt of inspiration, he set out to write a score And let his awakened spirit to the highest places soar To accept his expiration, although some had been misled His selection promised he would stay at least a tune ahead From the same location where his benefactors hailed his name He pulled out an anthem that a generation's heart would claim One that shared the sparkle of a rendezvous with the sublime Whose appeal would live outside the tight constriction of his time At the job for taxing lengths, his consciousness began to tire Drifting to a happy dream with pretty angels from the choir To his timeless witnesses, his honest effort justified The obscure event to as a turning point be classified V: The Rumour Thelma Lu in uniform appeared the true professional Herschel thought the cover of a doctor was exceptional Rosa Li pretended to be waiting with her dainty niece To complete the aimed for picture, in walked the remaining piece Evil foes had changed approach around his catchy melody Now they sought to drain him and let loss advance his tragedy Clement's revelation as a profitable choice would pass Furnishing the tonic they could use to drug the muddled mass Rumour of a standing offer for the claimant of the song To be signed in author's ichor altered shady plans along Urgent were the pleas for his profuse donation to their drive As an untapped resource he'd reluctantly been left alive Checking corners for a cop, the operation's mastermind Thought the name of Benedict would fit upon the contract signed Each of the conspiring would have a portion of the take After to a cushion's fate they'd senselessly their mark forsake Suspect was their walk-in clinic underneath a circus tent Where in line behind the sister, for amusement, Clement went Presently the doctor came out to confer with Rosa Li For her niece's physical he happily would waive the fee This was flat rejected with a shudder and a squeezing squirm But his medical opinion on the matter would be firm Clutching for the patient to attempt to yank her from her seat He would be repelled by shoves that knocked him sorely off his feet She who'd smiled at the counter rose to try to get between Service was unlikely as to crashing chaos plunged the scene Then from outside came a voice to whose attention they all paid Whining sirens grew behind the rabid cry to flee the raid Straight towards the closest exits was their panic stricken rush Leaving the objective puzzled by the dead ensuing hush Following the fire engine's passing to an outward call He concluded he would have to keep his ichor after all VI: The Link Prominent musicians from the bygone age through speakers rang Not long after Clement had his last among the living sang His outstanding ditty on domestic currents reaching out Sparked a shy researcher to perceive a cure for famine's drought Visions of a garden sprouting in the most foreboding dune Came to full fruition in a compound gathered on a spoon Packed with nourishment enough to cover ranges with a drop And provoke the barren regions to produce a bumper crop To make sure the harvest ripened, serenaded was its bloom By the echo from the past that beckoned to him from his room And the generations rescued from a long and dreary queue Would as monumental work its chirping measures come to view His support was solid from the ones who handled fortune's reins To secure his inspiration, they had taken lengthy pains Fastening to past composer by their time defying stream When he'd also sensed a presence he'd mistaken as a dream Such dependence on his music from a genius not yet born Found its way to Clement's sphere and kept him to his duty sworn Though existence as a tunesmith could not have been made more bleak Shafted by a hateful business just to be condemned as weak One time when he'd made his mind up, caving in against his grief After from the brutal masses, too long he'd had no relief With their lying TV's insults drilling through his tired brain He deemed suicide the only action that was worth his strain In a rush to meet his Maker and his life of horrors lose He strung up a noose of laces taken from his worn out shoes But it broke so fast that it declined to cause him injury Even of a bruise around the neck to use for sympathy The benevolent observers witnessing the private show Had not made the slightest effort to alleviate his woe With their knowledge of his future, they knew when he'd need their aid And of threats to cease the meantime, they were firmly unafraid VII: The Offer Blessings of the business as conferred by a recording deal While designed for artists, to their adversaries more appeal Abstract peaks elude the lowly social climbing animal Driven strictly by the treasures fully apprehensible Clement spent his lifetime in the shelter of his heart's domain Having been precluded from achieving monetary gain Soon as he produced a song to compensate for years erased All the crew could think was how his riches on him went to waste Heading into middle age to face a future sadly trim He sought legal help so he'd hold onto what belonged to him As his good work's author he had suffered to be disavowed Which in the hereafter would be adamantly disallowed One agreed to help him out as soon as he could pay the bill With donated scraps, for months, would he his belly have to fill And endure the put-downs of the TV watchers' poisoned thought In accordance with the greedy corporation's hateful plot Aspirations of the crew to of his glory steal a piece Culminated in their final blow against the author's peace This time dressed as millionaires in thrift store threads absurdly loud Borrowing an undertaker's vehicle to travel proud They pulled up along his block, discreetly in the dead of night In a scanty negligee their Rosa Li was a delight She sent throaty invitations up to buy his famous tune As her fake employer promised to bestow him with the moon They described the paradise that they had come to take him to Where adoring fans were waiting to his idle bidding do Food was in abundance and the prestige of a chauffeured car Lavish was the gratitude incumbent to a major star From his outdoor resting place, a derelict that they ignored Rose to give himself as the recipient of their reward Greeting them with open arms, their exit left him ill behooved Clement by his body's call had from his station been removed VIII: The Deal Justice came to the composer through his barrister's resource Which afforded him a deal infusing him with crushing force Now the liars who'd opposed him scattered like a frightened herd With the crowds they'd withheld from him hanging on his slightest word His move to secure a hold on his prolific legacy Boded adverse impacts on the future of the industry Threatening to leave behind a glut of hits unrecognized To discourage talent by the infamy immortalized To restore the credibility of virtue's broadcast claims Clement was by businessmen allowed his fortune and his fame They would soon discover he was never really out to hurt And enjoyed a boost in profits from his next creative spurt Stupid stars objected, saying that he owed them for their hate But behind his talent, their proud treachery had fallen late He would make an effort to reserve the stage for honest gain So the people could believe in their performers once again With a pen stroke he became the crew's new undisputed boss It was undetermined if their help would be a gain or loss They had thought for sure he'd want to see them punished and to gloat But he would be too distracted by the music that he wrote Now the channels were in place to pass his inspiration down Of the voices to recall him, none would question his renown And the tune on which the urgent needs of his descendants set Was his contract's obligation: one that he'd get round to yet He'd devote himself completely to his glittering career And among the women there was one that he would call his dear With the money from his profits, he retired to an isle Taking his young family to live with him in rustic style When the masters came to take him, having lived his purpose whole They made sure in the hereafter he still had an active role As a champion of justice, talent's honour to defend And a model for the broken whose poor hearts would surely mend
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The Tunesmith: Parts I-VII

I: The Masters Masters of the future's past, perceivable to whom they want In rekindled memory, return to with predictions haunt From their retroactive glimpse of any interesting soul They just met in decades hence, the background stretched to countries whole Blazing with the autumn colours, carefree dreams of cheerful play Crumble from the gravity of prophecies they have to say Thrusting in the blameless face of childhood naivety Challenges that lie ahead in full adult complexity Children so encountered want to trust the neighbour as a friend Even when they're bluntly told that he will give cause to defend Though a flashy music show might thrill a youngster as his fate Being hailed a poet would be classed as something that could wait Long and hard would be the struggle nobody would want to get Means afforded by technology to be developed yet Halos and high spirits may await as final destinies Following the horrors that would bring an army to its knees Psychic knowledge of the masters on the slimmest odds astound They whose impact on the timeline promise to be most profound One would need assistance with the will to persevere alone Through a heavy gauntlet of derision on him wrongly thrown Labeled a composer when he'd not begun a note to learn Vigilance against detractors would become his first concern Basking in the company of beings by his peers unknown As the daunting details of approaching strife were to him shown Clement drifted from the message to a more amusing game As he heard a true account of hurdles on his way to fame Bracing for the struggle would begin before his foes were born To be fortified enough to see eroding years outworn Having made him buckle to the imminence of his delay At the hands of malefactors in his future faraway They departed, promising to come back on the crisis' eve Wispy recollections that might only have been make-believe II: The Crew Rupturing the calmness of a residential avenue Raucous were the voices of the dubious production crew Found in institutions and for cheap and unskilled labour picked Glasses raised to toast the damage they'd be able to inflict Concentrated misfits with their stagnant company secure In the spotlight's shadow but susceptible to its allure Bandying a flimflam or a better name that they could steal Centred on the height of the superiority they feel Occupying posts within a thick of unassuming strays Long had they escaped detection, presence lost within a haze Takers of the toxin that they poured in what they had to tell From the spin of pure deceit received a whopping dizzy spell Sprung from stark confinement by the sympathetic hand of hate And with sly accomplices allowed once more to congregate Trouble was assured by the renewal of their shallow leer As their weary victims braced for more assaults along the rear Herschel's raging hormones held him in a state of sorry need On the panic of the young and innocent he had to feed Banished from the playgrounds for behaviour deemed distinctly lewd He succumbed to laughter that allowed his wet tongue to protrude Benedict was more aloof, his sabotage precisely planned To produce the widest devastation that the act could land Drugs that helped him shore up his hallucinations of the self Had to be extracted from the disinfectants on the shelf Being with the Blister sisters, Thelma-Lu and Rosa-Li Often proved the ladies' charm to have been better off to flee As they lent their shapely bodies for amusement or as bait Teeming with desire to illicitly incarcerate Woe to the outsider who'd become the focus of their field With the drops of his own blood, his ruin would be signed and sealed Like a nest of vipers were they to the stranger on the street Who a long expected fate by their fault was about to meet III: The Pact Once presented evidence for life in reaches hidden yet Such as Clement's interaction with the beings he had met Cumbersome becomes the mantle of the normal waking trance Whose rejection drew to him the hateful ones' unwelcome glance His sincere expressions of dissatisfaction and disdain Resonated with the public as the news could not explain His demand for room to travel on an independent road Caused the panel to unravel by the strong support it showed Since his efforts brought to light the oversights of industry Well advanced professionals opposed him with ferocity On malicious missions did they as a compact team embark Leaning on the cheating angle topped by the malign remark His acoustic option by the finger held upon the string Framed in thoughtful passages his voice was suited well to sing Left them no resort but to diffuse the impact of his tune Drowning it in fuzzy tributes to a mellow afternoon By the bending broadcast signals singling him sorely out He was seen as easy for the bad to use to score a rout Eagerly they fell upon him, keeping to his open back Counting up the moments he was vulnerable to attack Word then passed down through the channels tantalizingly discreet With the tunesmith's bloody slaughter, history would be complete Undertakers visited to measure him to fit his hole And to pay their honours to his soon to be departed soul Invitations such as that with which they had directly plied To attend his fan club with the Blister sisters at his side Were considered by the crew intensely irresistible Though his warm reception would be rather more combustible Clement was distracted by a vision of internal bliss Scheduled for demolition, his appointment he would miss Curses of the disappointed echoed faintly to the fore When they saw the house go off and miss him by the house next door IV: The Event Past imaginary borders, too remote a way to wend Masters gathered at a table topped with joys from end to end Led by those who'd flown through elevated doors of mystery To impart the knowledge that their explorations let them see Pleasing were conditions in the wondrous plane they occupied They were able to make their surroundings to their will abide Sparkling with witty humour, drawn from standouts of the age Summoned to a meeting to agree upon a common page From a clear projection they had special access to observe If the tunesmith perished it would cause a catastrophic curve His survival of the plot to cease his actuality Vitally impacted the unfolding of reality With their presence to assure him, though alone a host he faced He withstood an onslaught for the harmless calling he embraced By his birthday's celebration in their gratifying zone They paid homage to achievements visible to them alone As his critics scrutinized him, his own sight was inward bent To a flowing fountainhead of music his attention went In the time it took them to unite behind a one word chant He'd surpassed his former by the volume of a power plant In a spurt of inspiration, he set out to write a score And let his awakened spirit to the highest places soar To accept his expiration, although some had been misled His selection promised he would stay at least a tune ahead From the same location where his benefactors hailed his name He pulled out an anthem that a generation's heart would claim One that shared the sparkle of a rendezvous with the sublime Whose appeal would live outside the tight constriction of his time At the job for taxing lengths, his consciousness began to tire Drifting to a happy dream with pretty angels from the choir To his timeless witnesses, his honest effort justified The obscure event to as a turning point be classified V: The Rumour Thelma Lu in uniform appeared the true professional Herschel thought the cover of a doctor was exceptional Rosa Li pretended to be waiting with her dainty niece To complete the aimed for picture, in walked the remaining piece Evil foes had changed approach around his catchy melody Now they sought to drain him and let loss advance his tragedy Clement's revelation as a profitable choice would pass Furnishing the tonic they could use to drug the muddled mass Rumour of a standing offer for the claimant of the song To be signed in author's ichor altered shady plans along Urgent were the pleas for his profuse donation to their drive As an untapped resource he'd reluctantly been left alive Checking corners for a cop, the operation's mastermind Thought the name of Benedict would fit upon the contract signed Each of the conspiring would have a portion of the take After to a cushion's fate they'd senselessly their mark forsake Suspect was their walk-in clinic underneath a circus tent Where in line behind the sister, for amusement, Clement went Presently the doctor came out to confer with Rosa Li For her niece's physical he happily would waive the fee This was flat rejected with a shudder and a squeezing squirm But his medical opinion on the matter would be firm Clutching for the patient to attempt to yank her from her seat He would be repelled by shoves that knocked him sorely off his feet She who'd smiled at the counter rose to try to get between Service was unlikely as to crashing chaos plunged the scene Then from outside came a voice to whose attention they all paid Whining sirens grew behind the rabid cry to flee the raid Straight towards the closest exits was their panic stricken rush Leaving the objective puzzled by the dead ensuing hush Following the fire engine's passing to an outward call He concluded he would have to keep his ichor after all VI: The Link Prominent musicians from the bygone age through speakers rang Not long after Clement had his last among the living sang His outstanding ditty on domestic currents reaching out Sparked a shy researcher to perceive a cure for famine's drought Visions of a garden sprouting in the most foreboding dune Came to full fruition in a compound gathered on a spoon Packed with nourishment enough to cover ranges with a drop And provoke the barren regions to produce a bumper crop To make sure the harvest ripened, serenaded was its bloom By the echo from the past that beckoned to him from his room And the generations rescued from a long and dreary queue Would as monumental work its chirping measures come to view His support was solid from the ones who handled fortune's reins To secure his inspiration, they had taken lengthy pains Fastening to past composer by their time defying stream When he'd also sensed a presence he'd mistaken as a dream Such dependence on his music from a genius not yet born Found its way to Clement's sphere and kept him to his duty sworn Though existence as a tunesmith could not have been made more bleak Shafted by a hateful business just to be considered weak One time when he'd made his mind up, caving in against his grief After from the brutal masses, too long he'd had no relief With their lying TV's insults drilling through his tired brain He deemed suicide the only action that was worth his strain In a rush to meet his Maker and his life of horrors lose He strung up a noose of laces taken from his worn out shoes But it broke so fast that it declined to cause him injury Even of a bruise around the neck to use for sympathy The benevolent observers witnessing the private show Had not made the slightest effort to alleviate his woe With their knowledge of his future, they knew when he'd need their aid And of threats to cease the meantime, they were firmly unafraid VII: The Offer Blessings of the business as conferred by a recording deal While designed for artists, to their adversaries more appeal Abstract peaks elude the lowly social climbing animal Driven strictly by the treasures fully apprehensible Clement spent his lifetime in the shelter of his heart's domain Having been precluded from achieving monetary gain Soon as he produced a song to compensate for years erased All the crew could think was how his riches on him went to waste Heading into middle age to face a future sadly trim He sought legal help so he'd hold onto what belonged to him As his good work's author he had suffered to be disavowed Which in the hereafter would be adamantly disallowed One agreed to help him out as soon as he could pay the bill With donated scraps for months would he his belly have to fill Suffering the put downs of the TV watchers' poisoned thought In accordance with the greedy corporation's hateful plot Aspirations of the crew to of his glory steal a piece Culminated in their final blow against the author's peace This time dressed as millionaires in thrift store threads absurdly loud Borrowing an undertaker's vehicle to travel proud They pulled up along his block, discreetly in the dead of night In a scanty negligee their Rosa Li was a delight She sent throaty invitations up to buy his famous tune As her fake employer promised to bestow him with the moon They described the paradise that they had come to take him to Where adoring fans were waiting to his idle bidding do Food was in abundance and the prestige of a chauffeured car Lavish was the gratitude incumbent to a major star From his outdoor resting place, a derelict that they ignored Rose to give himself as the recipient of their reward Greeting them with open arms, their exit left him ill behooved Clement by his body's call had from his station been removed (to be continued)
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