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Best Poems About / On WARNING
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This is a warning
Warning! warning! warning!
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
There is no smoke
Without a choke
There is no secret
Without a regret
You can not be strong
If you've never been wrong
Anything ever hot
Brings upon hurt
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
Unfailed prevention
Prevails redemption
Avoid temptation
Beware of those who are nice
So say the experienced wise
Everything comes with a price
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
Run, have fun
While there is still sun!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
Sylvia Chidi
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The Journey (story)
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Do not read this story unless you are born from a perverted or inhuman culture!
The journey
“What the hell is that? ” cried the crew of Voyager 45.
“What is it, copy? ” said the team of workers at a crowded station in Houston.
“Well Houston, there seems to be a object of large mass in the line of our trajectory. It looks like a type of planet closely resembling earth! ”
“You need to get us an image, copy, ” said one of the workers at Houston. This was Jack. Jack was one of those classic computer nerds. You know, with the pocket protector and that sort of thing?
“Roger that! ” said Boone as he removed the camera from it’s case. He turned on the camera and started filming. The team in Houston gasped as the image of another exotic world appeared on their receiving transmitter. The atmosphere appeared to be completely surrounded by rocks.
“Wait a minute, ” the captain of the team said suspiciously. “Give me a close up of those rocks, Voyager 45.” Boone zoomed in. Now, if you have ever been scared so bad that you wet your pants you would know what every one felt like at that moment.
“HOLY CRAP! ” shrieked Steve. “Each one of those rocks has its own mini city! ! ”
“You guys need to correct your path or you’ll be pulled into the planetary orbit by the gravitational force! ” The Voyager 45 was not, as they say, “made for football practice.” The sidewalls were as thick as tin foil and aluminum.
“Roger that”, said Steve as he started to pull on the joystick.
“Ok, we’re moving out...” just as he replied, there was a loud crash outside the main hatch. The master alarm went off.
Suddenly the Voyager 45 lurched backwards. Every thing was silent. The crew of the Voyager 45 stumbled over the debris of all their food that had spilled upon impact. They finally made it to the window and peered out the small portholes. To their dismay they saw a piece of the rocket floating away.
“Dang it! ” retorted Kurt, the technician. “There goes our oxygen supply.” The crew looked toward each other with an awestruck expression, a term which here means “How the **** are we going to make it to the moon if we have no air supply? ”
“What hit us Steve? ” asked Boone.
“Looks like we intercepted an asteroid that was making its way to that planet.” said Boone as he pointed towards the planet. Then everything went black. This was because they had drifted to the other side of the massive planet. But the crew had no idea. It was pitch black so they weren’t able to see that they were headed towards the planet. They didn’t know what was ahead, as I do, so they did not have to suffer, such as I do. Each line is misery for me; I have to tell you this grueling story.
“ I think were safe now, ” said Steve. But he was dead wrong. The Voyager 45 was now gaining speed rapidly. And when I say dead I really mean it. They were now going over 200mph.
“Uh I feel sick, you guys...Bloooouwagh! ” he said right as he threw up. If any one has ever thrown up next to you, you would know that it smells pretty foul. He obviously was experiencing nausea because of the speed. They had to go through the planets atmosphere. The Voyager 45 had a heat-controlled room made so it could with stand reentrance to the earth. They had no idea they were moving so fast.
Without warning they slammed into the ground. There was a loud scratch as the hatch blew off the doorway! Steve was thrown from the ship and impaled by the sharp rocks that were all around. Curt and Boone both collided with the main computer. Curt slashed his leg wide open with the side of the flight pattern stick. Finally it was over. There was enough oxygen to breath on the planet. (Something that I regret telling you. Only because now they will live to die) Boone got up since he was the least hurt and looked around. To his dismay he saw that his crewmembers were all injured pretty badly. He stumbled to curt and ripped off his shirt. He ripped it into a strip, made a tourniquet and tied it to his leg.
“There, ” Boone grunted as he finished tying it.
“Boone, go get the pain reliever from the rocket, ” said Kurt. So Boone went to retrieve the painkiller but as soon as he got in side he heard a grueling scream. He ran out of the ship and saw Steve, dead. He had tweaked just enough to shoot the rock through his heart.
“STEVE! ! ! ! ” yelled Kurt and Boone. If someone has ever died in front of you, you would know that it is not “jolly fun”, and it changes you in ways you cant imagine. Now it was just the two of them. It was a mess everywhere. Blood, a dead body, and broken glass scattered about. I have taken the liberty and told this story as it is and with out any exaggerations. I am sorry; this is warning to only continue if you must know the sad reality of these crewmembers. They did the best they could to make a clean place to get rest. But it took them awhile since Kurt was injured.
The next day they decided to have a memorial service for Steve. They went and buried his body a mile away from the crash landing site. They both knew that they would never survive unless they had food or shelter. They had a temporary shelter, the voyager45, but they needed food.
“Lets stay one more night then in the morning we will look for food, ok? ” said Kurt. Boone replied “Sure! I’ll go scout around or some thing while we wait.” So Boone left to look what was over the nearby hill. When he arrived he saw a pond. Normally when you see water you think of either 2 things. Fish, or drink. But there was something about this water that made him think of home. Something was wrong. He was attracted to the water somehow. It had a warm homey feeling, the kind that makes you dose off a little just to imagine your most wonderful thought. CRUNCH! ! A huge serpent burst out of the water and ate in one swallow, the monster that was sneaking up behind Boone.
“Wow, ” he said, still in shock. “What the hell lives on this planet? '
Meanwhile back at the shuttle Kurt was having trouble himself.
“OH GOD! ” he pleaded as a little bird-like creature tormented him. The bird, a term that here means, a monster with wings, kept flying above him and diving down and pecking them on the head. He was getting so annoyed by this he picked up a sharp piece of metal from the wreckage and hurled it at the creature. He had such good aim he sliced the throat of this foul creature. It fell with such a great thud it sounded similar to an explosion in an enclosed area.
“Hey, Boone! ” laughed Kurt.
“What? ” replied Boone?
“I got dinner, look, we’ll be full for years! ” Kurt told him.
“That’s gross but it will do I guess, ” he said. Then they both went hunting for firewood to cook the dead, whatever it was.
“Wait, Kurt! ”
“What? ”
“Don’t go near the water ok? ”
“Why? I am thirsty, ” he asked.
“There is something in the water! ” “Some kind of serpent thing that could swallow you whole. I was down looking for water and apparently there was something following me. Then this giant snake lunged out of the water and snatched it right of the ground! ”
“Oh, that’s a good enough reason for me. But how are we going to get water?
“We’ll have to find something else to drink. For now the creatures blood will do. HAHA it should be nutritious.”
The next day they went to look for food. They decided to go together so they wouldn’t get lost. They had walked about an hour when they came up to a little village type area. They saw little creatures that resembled a miniature person but much different. They had horns in their head witch were glowing red because of the heat.
“What are those Boone? ” said curt.
“They seem to be a animal that lives in that lava pit over there” he said as he pointed to a hole that both of them had walked passed. Right as they looked over there a monstrous bird like creature burst out of the open whole. It flew straight at them at full speed. It nailed on of the human like creatures. Then flew back into the hole.
Lets try to see if the, whatever they are, can talk” said Boone.
“Excuse us, ” said curt.
“Yes? ” replied the creature.
“Oh my lord you can talk! ” cried Boone
“Yes you pathetic baboons! ” Said the man.
“What are you guys and were are we? ”
“Well for starters we are the ing. We have lived upon this planet for over 6 million years.”
“Wow so you guys are not behind on technology? ” “Or are you” he said thinking twice as he looked around at the remains of a village.
“Yes we are but that opal you saw earlier keeps destroying our town, so were constantly on the move and have no time to set up any thing spectacular.
“I see I see, ” said Curt. “Well we have just crashed on you planet, and we lost a crew member already.”
“He is right, ” said Boone. “Do you think we can have some supplies or something? ”
“We lost all of our supplies.” Said Boone
“Well that sucks for you now doesn’t it? ” He said as he smirked.
“May we have some provisions to get us through until we can fix our ship? ”
“What do we get in return? ”
“Well we have nothing but American money.”
“Fine well supply you with enough berilty to last a month ok? Ok enough said, ” he said impatiently. He went and retrieved a barrel full of ammunition.
“What’s berilty? ” Curt asked.
“In our language it means weaponry” he said.
“Awe man I thought you guys had food I am starving! ” Cried Boone.
“Listen don’t be greedy we have given you arrows and knifes to kill and eat your pray.
A couple miles from here is a hunting ground that has lots of wild opal and neers, ” he said smiling.
“Why are you smiling? ” he asked.
“Its just that the neers will be like nothing you have ever seen before.” He snickered sinisterly. He knew that they were no matches for they vile neers. They were as big as a car and had razor sharp teeth.
“Ok well thanks for your help, ” Said Boone.
So they left. Were off to the land of the neers. Once they had walked about 13 miles it was dark. So they started to set up camp near a little stream they had found. Curt was setting up the stove; they had packed, for diner. Boone was setting up the tent area to sleep on.
“Ok Curt, the tents are ready, ” he told him said just as he through his sleeping bag into the tent.
“Ok ill finish this later I am hungry want to go hunting? ” asked Curt.
“Ok” he replied.
STOP now! Do not read the rest of this story... I beg of you! Stop! Your still reading! You do not listen very well do you? If you get pleasure out of reading about suffering, tortured people, then keep reading.
So they packed up their equipment and set off to find food. They soon came upon a temple. Yes that’s right, I said a temple. It was a massive pyramid shaped temple, maybe as big as Texas. The only reason they knew this was because a sign said
“Property of the Prince of Qwerty. Land size 1.03 thousand miles around.”
You’re disgusting! You really love to watch people die don’t you?
“Wow, is this the place were the neers live? ” asked Curt.
“Yes I think so, say, what’s that moving over there, ” asked Boone. Indeed there was something sinister lurking in the distance. It was too for Boone and Curt to see that the dark figure in the distance was in fact a neer. Boone pulled out his bow and arrow and a knife.
“What are you doing? ” asked Curt?
“Were hunting dinner, ” he replied.
The water cycle consists of three major parts. One there is a body of water that is made by the rain. Two, The water evaporates into the clouds to be rained out. Three, there is rain and makes a body of water…the water cycle consists of three major parts. One there is a body of water that is made by the rain. Two, The water evaporates into the clouds to be rained out. Three, there is rain and makes a body of water...
Hopefully you’re asleep now so you wont have to suffer knowing what happens next. Such as I do. Well if you’re not asleep this is your chance, your chance to put it down and walk away... The next part is not for the faint hearted.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! ” screamed Kurt. He was screaming bloody murder...and worse! !
“What is it? ” asked Boone.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh my leg! ' Shrieked Kurt. The both looked down at his leg. The wound he had acquired at the crash was infected. There was cockroach like creatures dispersing from his leg. There was about a hundred before they stopped coming out of his leg. Then the insane happened. They simultaneously leaped onto Boone and started ripping and tearing his chest apart. Then about a minute later they crawled out of Boones body and returned into Kurt’s leg. Boone was obviously dead. His heart was gone and had a monstrous hole in his chest.
The water cycle consists of three major parts. One there is a body of water that is made by the rain. Two, The water evaporates into the clouds to be rained out. Three, there is rain and makes a body of water. The water cycle consists of three major parts. One there is a body of water that is made by the rain. Two, The water evaporates into the clouds to be rained out. Three, there is rain and makes a body of water Once again I have warned you time and again to stop reading but no! You must persist!
Then the maggot like bugs began eating Kurt’s insides. You could tell because of one, the slurping smacking sound, and two, he was in supreme pain screaming and kicking, And three, once the bugs left he was a pile of bones and skin. The bugs had eaten every thing from his brain to his rectum... I warned you!
The neer we discussed earlier had made its way to the two-crew members by now and stared crunching away at their bodies.
The End
P.S
And no. They did not make it safely back to their loving families.
Yours sincerely,
Sean Miller
Sean Miller
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WARNING FROM ABOVE
We have been believed
So beautiful earth
But we never realized it
Until it got angry
We have been loved
By so many people
But we never cared them
Until they left us
We have been given
This great life
With its existing ‘till now
But we would never understand
Until we die
It’s a warning to everybody
A warning from above
To humans
To realized how blessed we were
And how beauty it would be
If we heard the warning
But nobody hears
Nobody cares
‘Till this warning
Incised hurt
In our history
This is a warning
From above
Realized how believed we were
How loved we were
How given we were
And how unthankful we are
Hear this warning
Or you’ll see the same disaster
You’ll be in the same despair
We’ll be in the same hell
Clara Odelia Ciutara
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'Attention~Atención'
Atención, All people
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Stay on the alert
There will not be no mourning
Mourning over a lost soul
People see all there is to see
Mourning over a soul to be
One that has to become whole
Whole with the one they love
Staying under the covers
Looking down on their lover
Seeking the white dove
Crashing into the gates
The gates of heaven
With the number eleven
Now, everything is at stake
Eleven missing souls
The other two are gone
Their all alone
Everything as a toll
A toll not willing to be taken
A prison at the end of the road
Trying to figure out the code
Everyone if faking
Faking like they really care
Care about the lost souls
Even if they have to pay for the toll
Now, you are scared
Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Un alma perdidas, alma perdidas, alma perdidas
The lost souls, lost souls, lost souls
Atención, All people
Amy Lee
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