Best Fantastic Poems
Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense!
Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation
Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.
And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.
And what in the world is this case?
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery?
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.
And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.
Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware!
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps!
Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.
Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.
And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my!
A flower masked as some pesky fly!
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.
And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.
And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.
Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
horticultural
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!
As dusk bleeds
dimmed threads,
that veil the sun
within my mind,
I listen to the whispers
of the midnight wind,
slowly carrying the chaos
of city life,
reminding me that
in togetherness,
I can rise and fight
the darkness,
like the Fantastic Four in
the celestial chronicles of
magnificent Marvel.
For their strength in unity
did cast away every obstacle
wrapped in fictional lies.
I wish I could
be Susan Storm,
in times of strife,
to mesmerise
and manipulate
the rosiest of flames,
where Johnny Storm shines
and cosmically conquers
adversaries with eloquence.
Sometimes I long
to be flexible
like Reed Richards,
stretching beyond
oblivion and reaching
spheres untouchable.
Tonight, I wish I were
Ben Grimm, facing
every storm, being
virtually indestructible
and heroical.
Yet, to be a family of four,
so fearless and strong,
is but an eternal dream
within my glass heart.
So tomorrow,
I shall rise
and flip pages,
where all worries of
this world will
be forgotten.
My soul and spirit
connected poetically
to the fantastic four.
I walked out to see my garden's beauty
Looking for vibrant colors to see
But before I could look he was all over me
Stung fourteen times by an angry bee
I was looking at a butterfly fluttering by
But a Blue Jay snatched it out of the sky
I transplanted a couple of ferns nearer to me
That turned out to be poison ivy
I stopped at some sweet blossoms to smell
But the mosquitos and chiggers were biting like hell
I also set out some vegetable plants
Soon they were carried away by the ants
I had a bagful of promising seeds
But what came up were aggressive weeds
Then I noticed a bunch of holes
Seems now my garden hosts a colony of moles
I won't let this garden get the better of me
It's now a great beauty for all to see
My new garden is quite fantastic
For now it's all made of plastic
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Dr Doom: Well Reed, we meet again, and excuse me for putting your dear ex to sleep, or she'd use her powers to conjure that defense shield that would make capturing the "Eccentric Four" a bit more tiresome.
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Doom...
Dr Doom: I'm a doctor! The only real doctor around here.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh, quite right. Your four years report card, hmm?
Dr Doom: Are you forgetting where you're at? We are not in a classroom listening to some old fool babbling on and on and...
The Human Torch: Oh, you mean like what you are doing now old man, or is it, old fool!
Dr Doom: You smudgy little butane you!
The Human Torch: If you hurt my sister, I'll... oh sis you're up, are you ok?
The Invisible Woman: Just a bit woozy, but I'll be fine Johnny.
Dr Doom: You'll do what!
The Human Torch: Huh?
Dr Doom: You said that if I hurt your sister, you'll do ... well, what, what were you going to do?
The Thing: Well, if he doesn't do it, then I will!
Dr Doom: Will what! I'll what! What is it that you guys will do? Who do I have here? The Fantastic Fools!
The Human Torch: You'd better watch out, don't get my buddy Ben mad, ... or he'll get STONED.
Mr. Fantastic: Ready Sue.
The Invisible Woman: Yes Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Ben now!
The Invisible Woman: Johnny, quick!
Dr Doom: Huh, where, who, when, what?
The Human Torch: You forgot the "how"! Ready Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, I got him. Get on board our ship and fire it up!
Dr Doom: Ugh, Let go of me you Rubber Duck!
Mr. Fantastic: You mean, Doc, as in doctor, right, Sucker Loon! Okay, guys, here I come. Speed away, Ben!
The Thing: Okay, and away we go!
The Human Torch: Woo Hoo!
Dr Doom: I'm all tied up, get me out of here!
Speaker: The men just ended their shift and we will be back tomorrow to untie you sucker, I mean doctor.
Dr Doom: We? What do you mean we?
Speaker: We all joined the Space Union yesterday. I know you're mad doctor, so after we untie you tomorrow morning, I will have a Grievance form ready for you to fill out. Oh yes, you would will need to initial and sign that form, but you needn't worry, I will have it highlighted ... then it'll be easy on the eyes, okay. Bye doc.
Dr. Doom: I'm a doctor, not a duck ... AHH!
I longed to live
In a blissful bond
Of fire and fragrance
In those tender terrains
Where dreams were born
And love was free-
Those charms and cheers
Of bloom and bliss
Like Autumn flowers
Were stolen by season:
Seasons bereft of dreams...
Dreams forgotten at dawn.
I live to love
The bond of bliss
Between fire and fragrance...
As stars snug scars
And gains garnish pains
In a romantic reality-
I live to love
This terrain of truth
Bereft of fantastic fantasies
Of flawless flowers
And beautiful butterflies
In unseen golden gardens.
It was a quaint little shop
Looking strangely out of place
And the owner was a hermit
With a crinkled young old face.
He was a man of distinction
Of health hearty and hale,
Had looked a Haggis in the
Eye and lived to tell the tale.
He had lived with a mermaid
Having found her in distress
Nursed her back to health
To become his new mistress.
He had sailed the seven seas,
Served with a Samurai band,
Been a leading Ronin before
Sailing away for Samarkand
He had awoken the Kraken
Then, before it was too late
Quietly swum away to avoid
A somewhat gruesome fate.
He had hunted with Vampires
But only on those darkest nights
For they'd had to be recoffined
Before any sign of daylight.
The werewolves of Carpathia
Had taught him transfiguration
A secret he'd long discarded
Once he'd left that roving nation.
Bareback ridden a unicorn
Learned all its Pan Pipe skill;
Sometimes early on cold dark
Mornings he would play it still.
He didn't believe in Faeries.
Didn't like to fantasise,
Only believed in those things
He'd seen with his naked eyes.
I left him making a Herbal tea
Said I didn't quite know when
But the very next time I passed
I'd pop in and see him again.
I shouted my goodbyes
As he worked away inside
And I eagerly continued on
My Magic Carpet ride.
Bigger than bodacious,
higher TCH than contagious-
I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,
…toodle-to-do in my space ship!
I love how much I can remake this,
and bank the right to go out on a limb,
spill on the film,
make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,
run through the breeze and accept your diss,
though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...
Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,
and my best friends,
and my bosses,
your eye’s doing crosses,
your cops pulling over bloggers!
Wait,
stop!
I said stop on a dime!
Pick one up and help pay for the blind!
We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,
make shift-
endanger wigs,
throw out chicken strips,
and hopeless trips!
Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!
Even though they're all over it,
callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!
It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!
Blame blame blame!
And then do it all again!
Go to the gym later and explain!
Ask why do young men have names?...
I haven't given them my change,
I am still alive,
I deserve to be played!
I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,
stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!
Man, it just doesn’t pay to try and live in the day. Crazy full up, crisper, sharpest with an undepleted uranium core, burning burning burning, knowing it’s all **** and nobody pays attention, “quiet desperation,” hell! I just want to run in circles, scream and shout, play a one-man game of crack the whip, and fly down the lea flopping into a deeper briar patch of blooming wild irish roses and gin blossoms! As I pass through muted crowds, so full of noise and bustle-hustle, I get that itch between my chakras, that tightening of the fruit, stooping with a sly look around me, a faint paranoiac whiff of parallel worlds at a titanic event horizon, slamming together, slapping bellies like a $2 whore... shadows fighting archetypes of shadows (or is it more like the agony of waiting for that goddamn second boot that never gets dropped on the floor in the apartment above, Jesus Christ, does Ahab live up there?! But more like living a Gilliam dystopia, never feeling completely at ease with anything or anyone, until even the sewer urchins are out for your blood...my God, their dark eyes!) and, passing through the crowds and stores full of purchased attitude and 4G networks, everyone’s hands full of their adult pacifiers, texting a friend sitting next to them, I get cooler, like passing through a near dawn mist roiling off a boneyard, and realize we’re all starving pilgrims on a road to nowhere, begging bowls filled with moaning woe and ironic suffering as we’re denied entry into Lhasa (we had a PC instead of a Mac). Do I bow or curse now at knowing I'll have to slide past a window and hide under the stoop with a paper bag full of fortified liquid forget-me-for-now and growl away the ice weasels? But as I wander, backtrack through that plastic-fantastic crowd, hitting the door and dark like an expelled sigh, I wonder what became of true heroes? For with my disdain, rapier sarcasm dripping with cleverly crafted metaphors... I’m not one of them.
George, Paul, Ringo and John -
Four at the fore in ‘64, but good times are long gone.
Two deceased, one singing still. . . and Ringo?
He must be off somewhere playing Bingo.
Jones, Jones, where are your bones?
I'd like to hear again your moans, your groans,
underneath loathed graveyard stones,
all with weird sepulchral tones,
me and all my friends, the crones,
wailing o'er the bones of Jones.
Ballistic travels
Collapsing apprehension
Milky Way of light
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Hooves above tall trees
Clutching her tight with my knees...
Horse hair in night’s breeze
A Limerick Stretch - A Limersix
I have masterminded a Limersix
Not bad for an ageing geriatric
That's writing six lines
In poetry rhyme
And all in good time
You have crafted something simply sublime.
16th May 2021
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A Limersix is made up of 6 lines…
Lines 1, 2 and 6 have 7 to 10 syllables
Lines 3, 4 and 5 have 5 to 7 syllables
Lines 1 and 2 rhyme
Lines 3, 4, 5 and 6 rhyme
The ripples in the blue waters
shines upon the sea,
in a fantastic world that only belongs to me.
My beautiful trees
screaming their green
out to the world
where my good men have been.
My stars sparkle
in my new moon's twilight
breaking my dawn,
did my eclipse tight.
No violence no rath,
this is my world
this is my path
where perfection shelters
in sweeting peace,
all in my fantastic world,
which only belongs to me.
Fried egg fantastic,
Crispy rim,yolk yellow glow,
Poached egg fried gone
wrong.