"premiered" poems
SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon.
Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked.
The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3]
Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
Stunning she called the morning to gather it was her reflection that made all luminous and she
Turned from side to side all quarters of sun and shade settled in precise conforming feature it
Had no deviation it had no desire but was content to be her blossoming statement where her
Hair softly flowed down the sides and back was illusion and reality colliding slipping into a soft
Dark unspoken richness that defied appropriate telling her forehead was the first mold God
Used to make the first Angel from this creation dreams were first formed they arose mist like in
The quietest indulgence of the mind the eye brows were the seeding place of richest
Placements on fine porcelain it would begin the guessing of wonder how can such creation be
The eyes were jewels not mined in any worlds that we know cheeks aglow from fires deep
Within jungles unexplored by man the nose pristine you have to venture forth to rarest tents
Where nomads set in the midst of tapestry where inlaid golden folds lay with purist
Silver and emerald cloth and distilled breathing of goddesses and gave them a fitting that
Staggered the thoughts of those who came to look on these sights her lips were desire
Encapsulated in pink the entering of layers rivaled one another one on the top and between
Teeth a mix of ivory and pearl to be exposed was to lose ones breath and cast away
Reason briefly the chin the master stroke the line flowing from the ear was the perfect order
Holding all in eye appealing perfection the neck was enthralling understated composure
Shoulders rounded joining the graceful arms that premiered as musical a ***** that completes
Everything into perfection curvaceous loveliness man proclaims his strength woman surpasses
Him through soft quiet femininity that even assures his success through these powers that rise
Not from pride but from gifts that is profound and indescribable not better than man but the
best of man resides in her heart of hearts
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
intermission with the UMSL Orchestra
The backstage hall was wall-to-wall smiles.
Just moments before,
Barbara Harbach had charged the stage
after we premiered her joyous Jubilee Symphony
screaming at them all the way,
"That was spectacular"!
The Arianna Quartet's Kurt and Joanna
stormed down the steps
spewing out pieces of their minds
in no uncertain terms
"excellent" - "great job" - "beautiful".
I preferred to hang out on the edge
wrapped in the silken echoes
of Tchaikovsky's Andante cantabile
(so eloquently sung by our youthful strings).
Intermission was up and it was
back to work time.
In the abyss of despair
over his dying ears,
Beethoven flooded the world
with the blazing sunglow
of his prophetic second symphony
and it was now up to us
to pass on the word.
Just call me,
"Grateful (underscore) 1".
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Deafening Roar
When you find your life surrounded by sheer Granite walls in front a waterfall crashes the cool mist
Affords a delightful respite on the brilliant pool seven feet above this table of water a rainbow of vivid
Colors forms arched particles of water premiered by over powering dazzled Sun rays the mind bows
Before uncommon glory experience what birds in flight feel but they can’t express it either then wonder
Triggers the other side of brooding the highest delights pass as soldiers in their finest attire they move in
A cloud covering of glory it is admixture of wisdom mysticism with a great weight of courage their faces
Imply the hard lives they live faith and trust refined in the caldron of sacrifice they have brushed granite
And it entered their psyche forever more tested and true their vesture dipped in blood never to break
Ranks with the fallen warrior brotherhood it is worldwide its rainbow is derived from nationality the
Nobility of a people is safe guarded daily by their knowledge of duty peace must be mined in far flung
Regions that are fraught with peril love of country drives them on tranquil shores first gleaming is
Derived from those that unflinching bare danger in the raw where evil does not show any pretense
Its plan is destroy then put in place near insanity then pronounce it good as the innocent are daily
Consumed but truth will not submit or die there is a strong hold that is made from pure granite justice
Cascades continuously from this pool freedom forms we drink deeply then with colors unknown to the
Dark evil we go forth and cure the land that has been made despicable by greed and cruel men that
Seek only good for themselves their bones are scattered around the globe as freedom marches on.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
The Tenderness
My hand slow motion falls, with the soft of the gentlest rain,
sensed,
but not disturbing, nay reassuring,
by the quality of the sensation, rolling caresses over
the hillocks of her body, outlined beneath the
Sea of Coverlets
My arm rotates and reverses, back forth, up down,
as if it were a well oiled engine, the hand strokes with
a smooth four cylinder stroke, gentle coating the panorama of
her body on the surface of our Planet-of-the-Bed.
The woman does not stir, meaning the dewey doux
intensity of my touch, there sufficient to please but
not disturb, is a perfect ten, for I intuit, that she attends
to my comforting attentions, with pleasure
by the
absence of objection.
This will not be the first poem I have written on this day,
but though not premiered, the experience is newly born
with each escapade of tenderness delivered, and steel hard
iron of ironies, it please. me as much if not more, for fully
awake and alert, am receiving by the giving and though
she stirs not, my heart does, for the electrical pulses of my
soothing her, soothe me in much the same way.
This is how I make love in the morning.
This is why this Poems is well titled and entitled as
“The Tenderness”
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a school along the coast,
Sat a room of children you might know,
but none stood out the most.
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
As you realize this all from your observation post
She may look fair,
He could look charming,
but don’t you dare give her a good stare,
and he’s really quite alarming and maybe a bit harming.
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
See? your disarming!
She looks dark,
He is weird
but oh wait she’s really can light the spark!
and he isn’t to be feared!
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
We should all be premiered!
So as you can see,
we’re all quite unique.
So do not flee,
come take a peek.
Come see what’s on the inside,
it’s quite critique
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
No other place near
No other place so dear
Year after year
Somewhere we both appear
Here
In it's atmosphere
We stay
Not based on fear'
and
without tears
Right here
Nothing disappears
Here
Where our love premiered
Born the love affair
One life we share
Not making it on a prayer
Somewhere
Where ever
Is
HERE
!!
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
I want a love of that seen on
TV shows and romantic comedies
Without the overdrawn scripts
Or interruption of subliminal commercials that go on and on
A love filled with the visit of random outburst
An award winning Assemble
Which displays overcoming harsh realities
Crazed neighbors that have no idea when to go home
barging in making themselves at home.
Morals and manner
The latter of spontaneity without control of volition
The latest trend of comebacks played prime time Every Thursday
Late night reruns that bring a smile to your face
Not just when there's nothing else on TV
I want a love of that seen on
TV shows and romantic comedies
Without the anxiety of overdrawn scripts
An emotional attachment premiered during every episode
The ego that accompanies relationships
The ups and downs
Beautifully understanding,
Introducing ourselves to a deeper notion
The beautiful curvature your mouth makes during improvised motion.
Typically I never found myself that goofy
Except when it's was funny
Identifying with whats felt inside
The serious situations that occur and end all in the same hour,
A simple template in the whelm of a moment
Cast with the kiss of the rolling credits
Best understood by the various themes played at the beginning and end,
Eliminating the distance of alone time spent while the cameras are off
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
I betrayed myself,
I stand grounded in chains 10x my weight not knowing what the judgment will be
What a life I tell you of a young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
I betrayed my ancestors,
For I was certain I was to be with them soon,
Though this simulation seems to want to add another 25 to life to my sentence,
How heavy of a debt is betrayal to yourself and those in the life before, now and the spirit planes.
A Genie granted my first wish of peace, success, growth, positive blessing and wealth in abundance in all aspects of
My life for me, my wife, my family and those who impacted our lives in positive and healthy ways.
For I now have two left
I hope that the judge sees my innocence and grants me my freedom to be me and true to myself.
For I must deliver a message (warning) to my creator of his death before we part ways in this life
As Socrates once said during breakfast where I couldn’t help but listen in before his last sip “Make your Ideal a reality or slightly preferable your reality ideal”
For this life is full of uncertainties, and on this ground which I feel the vibrations of all,
And the light shine through the other side breaking the walls of the universe,
My betrayal is what eats and taunts my soul,
For I betrayed myself for belonging, for family, for love, for friendship, for enemies and for the this simulation I called my world
I should have answered the call of the stars earlier and joined my ancestors in spirit planes
What a life I tell you this young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced
I am ready to pay the price and give this endless cycle a new life, under the sun that has evolved and changed but never offered anything new but the illusion of it.
Justice is karmas favorite nephew
Even to the innocent,
You are the light that they refused to accept and cursed you the black sheep,
As they Sat in the Darkness in Awe of the delusion this simulation premiered in repeat,
Unaware of the cage, inside a cage.
What are you responsible for?
In this simulated game of chess ♟
WHAT A LIFE FOR A YOUNG MAN KNOWN AS KIRI
BY: POET KIRI
©Hansmind, 2022.
Ps:
To: My Ancestors,
I seek your forgiveness and guidance in this life, for I may live to immortalize you for the growth and success of our families, Children, future generations and those who need our help in this simulation.
I am sorry I betrayed you 🙏🏾.
Yours Truly;
A young man named Kiri
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:26 PM UTC
Words were spoken,
yet, emotions were left unsaid.
Gifts were exchanged,
yet, happiness was never shared.
Canvas had been prepared.
yet, colors hardly registered.
Thoughts had surfaced.
yet, ideas were left uncovered.
Songs were created,
yet, music had not been premiered.
Winds were blowing.
yet, leaves had not been cleared.
Sunshine was warming up.
yet, cold never left my feet.
Learnings had started.
surely, knowing this was bittersweet.
Loneliness had crept in.
surely, dreams were all where I meet.
Her.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC