Best Baddies Poems

Groot Limericks

Groot is an alien tree being
So tall you just cannot miss him
He obsorbed a bomb blast
Protecting friends from fall fast
And regrown in a pot from one limb


Groot would only say one word
Racoon understood what he heard
Best friends they did stay
Kept baddies at bay
Together both...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for Godot
A play about a man who never arrives

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern...

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Wonder Woman, Wolverine,
fight the baddies, make a scene.

Superman can fly up high,
saves us from a falling sky.

Aquaman swims under water
where he rescued someone’s daughter.

Batman has the best high tech
and leaves the villains in a wreck.

The Hulk is all about the smash;
when he’s done they look...

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Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck was not a man
to go looking for trouble
but it seemed...

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"50 Words for Poe: Posthumous"



Moody dark man haunted mind
Lovecraft sleeps awake eyes open wide
while he writes Her, she possesses he, his lovely succubus Monster merrily
a deep embrace into his dreams spectral posthumous bride becomes her

Lovecraft sleeps awake eyes open wide
wild raging fever in his blood...

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Make a noise! 

What?

Something, anything that's going to get them movin'.

What?

The mouths.

Mouthe's huh?

The story is told with the mouth.

So is the ******.

Not really, well anything can tell you anything more than that! But this is starting in a tiny village next to Wimbly's Cafe where...

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Before I'm another day older, 
I'm gonna get shot in the shoulder. 
In movies and shows, 
the protagonist knows, 
it's how to get Hilda and hold her. 

From Gene Autry to Scully and Mulder, 
the good guys aren't turned on by gold, or 
political power:...

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Contrary to what I've been recently spouting
You can sometimes actually see this guy frowning
No one's always happy
Sometimes I can be ratty
Keep the baddies at bay by constantly clowning


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Years ago when the kids were young
A plan of action in my mind began

They ran around playing children's games
Peace of mine was never the same

When the boys dressed up they looked real cute
Fighting baddies they were in hot pursuit

Many months I put up with this
The...

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This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom share the same sentiments to the point of the following...

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There was a laser beam reflection
Of the sun upon his shield.
The central silver star was blinding!
To see, the enemies had to yield.

Then he stood before them.
He was mighty. He was strong!
His fellow Marvel Heroes joined
To help him right the wrong.

With all the baddies locked up...

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Born in a perennial sand storm 
Baddies tweet humble extremism
The dove of peace shot down
The white flag glowing crimson
The sand blinds red eyes to the truth
Chronically digging for the anointed oil beneath 
To evoke spirituality atop a sharp spear
To mimic the men in drench coats...

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THE PUNISHER
Caught in a war
His miss duty
A Marine serving his country

A husband and father first
Yes he fought over seas for this AMERICA

Frank Cashtiglione
Also known as now 
A tour of duty in Vietnam
One time off, off duty
When home to visit
The wife and children
While on a picnic...

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The Mare and I

Georgia on my mind, I remember a song the sweetness of America, 
I have never been there but once I was in Huston, Texas, my ship 
was there for repairs. I rented a car and drove deep into 
the countryside which was...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such as Handel's 'Messiah' or 'Te Deum',
While he lolls about sat...

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