Best Spector Poems
She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if caught
in the peryphery of One's soul would intensify
as a headache storm swells inexorably into the daytime,
a terror of exposure to vulnerability wrapped
in the voice of a violin chasing a child,
if confronted, it would vanish in the blood of imagination,
oddly, She gave Love to others like a lesson of learned loss,
She couldn't help to care,
wouldn't surrender to it,
but couldn't deny Love to those who believed in it,
a painful condition of starvation for sentient salvation,
an Angel of abused afterthoughts,
I wonder now if She knows
that Love is the metal of Her armor -
J.A.B.
Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016
Hush now, all little children by the shadows of night,
Don’t resist, beware let the sleep take you, be at an uneasy peace,
For resistance is futile against this dream stalker,
Whom travels on the brain waves, of the unconscious mind?
Apparitions Spector, a vaporous wraith living on our inner
Deepest fears, a vampire of nightmares, feasting at the
Edge of panics scream, hidden is he beneath the layers
Of our worst horrific night terrors.
Comprehensions undetectable intruder, a burglar forcing
Entry by the elliptical moons anti rational sliding door,
A corporeal beast, thriving on the adrenaline rush,
Of the flight or freight, factors throbbing heart beat!
He this untouchable, whom slides his icy fingertips down
The backs of humanity, causing the fine hairs our necks
To rise and flair, a tip toeing sadist walking the delicate
Tightrope of our thin vail of dreams, than striking at us
With dreads demonic weapon, as we the innocent
Victim slumbers in depths deepest REM sleep.
Oh is he not the bogeyman's sandman, with his dark
Seeded bag of mischievous tricks, cast over his silhouetted
Shoulder, sneaking in the hallowed shadows of the nights
Blackened embrace.
An invisible phosphorus troll, existing without form or mass,
Slithering as a nocturnal snake, hunting the stilled warm
Embodied essence of humanity while we sleep,
And laughing at us this vaporous jackal, while we
Choke on his black nightmarish moon dust of death.
Pray faithful child beneath the illusions of the lit divide,
For guardians protection while thy rest,
So you may awaken in the warming breath. of
The next morning’s sunrise, for at night the
Demon of nightmares stalks for the hearts of the
Innocence and he takes no prisoners.
Now some may say that this mythical legend is
Just a story to scare little children, to make them
Go to sleep at night without a fight.
But others know the real truth about this
Spirit beast of olden times, these the watchers
Of dreams, and they say beware the sandman,
For he is always waiting, aware, lying in the
Blackness abyss of mankind's nightmares.
A child's pray,
Now I lain me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
For if I shall die before I wake,
I wish the lord my soul to keep,
And not the sandman to take!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
August is ending with a heat that gives no mercy to the land or man
so intense that the air swelters off the river into the tree tops,
looking ahead, its as if we are passing through the gossamer of summer's spector,
Private Shanon has been missing for six days
although, we believe he is lost, not captured or deserted
only God knows where his feet have taken him,
evidence along the riverbank indicates that he is alive and pursuing us
perhaps mistaken and disoriented, thinking that we are further up river,
Old Dorion is seeking him now like a clever wolf,
Shanon was seperated from me while stalking a coyote
a most mischievous animal that is entirely foriegn to us except in prank,
a bottle of whiskey goes to the first man who can lay a coyote down,
yesterday half of the expedition went hunting the prarie dog
a critter more cunning than a cat and jumpy as a log spark,
after several hours of scrambling around like lunatics
Private Sheilds has finally caught one with pork bait and a twig basket
the poor rascal squieks like a cheap violin,
eventually I will send it to Washington with other novel specimens,
President Jefferson and the Philosophical Society will be good guardians,
the men and I have been refreshing ourselves on the jewels of soil
the wild grapes are so succulent that the Italians would believe
Bacchus himself had seeded this earth with a secret serum
and the plum groves cuddled in the most unadulterated coves
invite the mind into Eden's shadow,
on this journey we have observed migrations of pigeons
that have rivaled the stretch of storm clouds,
crowds of squirrels so numerous they have canvassed the ground with a sea of fur,
and now the mighty, mythical buffalo walks before us
a legend amongst beasts, monstrous in girth
with hooves that peel the Plains and horns shaped by vengeance,
as they graze we seize the prize of their offering with thanks in our aim,
not having horses strategic concealment is critical, they are reknown for retaliation,
we dropped seven of them in a great pandemonium of panic
the gun smoke, field dust and perspiration meld into a fragrance of sacrifice,
our sustenance is secured, their lives feed our future,
J.A.B.
As the staircases creak
The noise echoes and scares
Worried spirits may haunt and sneak
Hearing the drip drop
Afraid it's not the rain
That comes from all around
Feeling a chill in the air
It's not the weather outside
Is it spirits to bring fear
Then comes the night
Feel a hand's cold touch
There's no one in sight
The hand reaching out
It must be a demon
You begin to shout
Behind you eyes appear
It must be a Spector in the dark
You can see no body there
Consumed by fright
Run while screaming
From this house that night
Moon night!
Full quarter, half-moon snow bright;
Mid-day, mid noon, such a boom;
a Moon lit Knight;
Son of a Jewish Rabbi;
Birth given name Marc Spector;
Was a professional boxer?
Did a tour of duty, fought as a Marin;
Leaves them to join ops. In CIA!
Later in the parlay
Becomes a vigilante;
A gravity anti-hero;
Mercenary;
Killed by an Egyptian Bushman;
The Egyptian god of Konshu resurrects;
Marc Spector mercenary rich socialite;
Now transformed by this god into;
Moon Knight;
Vigil unto battle mode;
Ready to deal with any ordinary criminals;
Crime fighter dressed in WHITE;
With the crest of the quarter moon on his chest;
Moon night;
Full quarter, half-moon;
Mid-day, mid noon;
A Moon Knight!
8/6/21
10/3/2022 revision©2021, 2022©
"From anthology Marvel Comics Poetry BIOS"
For Moon Knight Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life for the duty as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
the force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
_______________
March, 23, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Beginning to be caught up in a state of evanescere
I began to fade to black
Despair begins to run amok
Forging her face from the fairest spector of weaving maidens
A polished perverted phantasm
In the mist of a slumber
Lying on a blanket of within temptations
Becoming enticed by sexual covet
A Nympheta hung by impulse
I was hooked by her resolution
Strung like Cupid's bow
Impaled by hankering arrows
Now starting the metamorphosis of flaring passion
Binding the corners of attentiveness
Like Black Swans being lead to the river
Paving the way for fair enchantment
Persuaded by her mesmeric disrobe
Strolling on golden days, dancing her to the moon
The darkness in my life Hides buried in my soul.
A smell or a sound brings it to life
Never knowing how much strife it causes me.
It steals my conscious thought and replaces it with a mist shrouded dream of the past.
One that is not friendly nor my friend.
It taunts and teases me with visions of events never laid to rest
I have tried to make friends with them, but they remain a Spector elusive and unwilling
I have considered the eyes of the dead and saw no peace there only fear
So far away and yet so close is the torment.
“They” say these things will pass but “they” don’t know the passages of my mind
The dark dank closets of the shades that haunt me that dwell within me
To look on the outside I seem fine, respectable maybe even peaceful
But the inside is anything but.
I have sought the counsel of others and received only platitudes
Only in the throngs of my brothers and sisters can I find comfort
And lay to rest this affliction.
A man with five personas
coming together to protect the innocent
First there's Jake Lockley, the cab driver
down on the mean streets gathering information
Second there is Marc Spector, the mercenary
carved from stone to right all wrongs
Third there is Steven Grant, the billionaire
overlooking the city with pride
Forth there is Mr. Knight, well suited
comes to answer the most difficult questions
Fifth there is Moon Knight, the vigilante
brawling as the avatar of Khonshu
Five becomes one to what we collectively know
as the Moon Knight!
In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
its force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
_______________
March, 22, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Born Marc Spector and a rabbi’s son,
he was CIA till his job was done.
A mercenary he then chose to be.
But something made him from that life break free.
A fellow colleague he had to confront
for killing a good doctor right in front
of another colleague, the doctor’s daughter,
but his fighting led to his own slaughter.
Left for dead was Spector, beside a tomb.
But death was never meant to be his doom.
Placed before an Egyptian statue, he
was healed, and then he revived instantly.
The statue was of Khonshu, a god of the moon.
And Spector learned his new name very soon.
Left “Fist of Khonshu,” Moon Knight’s magnificent.
Now he fights to protect the innocent.
Oct. 18, 2022
for Robert James Liguori's Moon Knight Poetry Contest
From the pages of a strangers life
I note how the seas are searene
Coming upon the Gas Stations glowing lights
There in the distance it sits like a shard of heaven
so bright in the velvet endless night
Engines die in the cool evening
Like hope in the spaces between time and matter
A Spector drifting
A sentinel point in the void
A welcoming sight
As the car rumbles to a grinding halt
Stepping out form the smoke filled beast
A stranger is there his shadow trailing behind
Along this road to nowhere….
Superhero, Marc Spector, known as the Moon Knight,
Plays lead role in the Marvel Comics bright and tight;
Having, like Greek gods, gift of immortality,
Reveals his powers, with lightning vitality...!
Egos of Moon Knight, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley,
Lived and acted, sometimes godly, often oddly;
One handling the trauma tantrums, like a doctor,
Another assists him as though a concoctor...!
With weight-lifting-champion-like physical strength,
Moon Knight comes out glorious, going any length;
When, Khonshu, falcon god of vengeance, de-powers,
Like Samson after hair-shaven, Moon Knight cowers...!
30 September 2022
Moon Knight Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
The unique character of the Marvel comic
Manifested in the multiple alters of Mark Spector
An American mercenary becomes Moon Knight
The avatar of the Egyptian moon god, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by destructive forces
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave
Who gets a vision of being assigned the task
To resume his life as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth
Khonshu transfers his power to Moon Knight
Who increases fighting acumen and mental strength
Acquiring the power of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu apparently explodes
Bringing Mark to life through resurrection
Who suffering from dissociative identity disorder
Sees the statue getting fully repaired.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Mark’s life
When he is about to be killed by Daredevil
Who ultimately agrees to set Moon Knight free
For he finds there the appearance of the moon god.
Mark considers Khonshu not worthy of worship
But believing to be spiritually linked with him
He creates religious Midnight Mission to help people
Following the teachings of Khonshu, the moon god.
______________
October 29, 2022
Contest : Moon Knight Friend Or Foe
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori