8th grade algebra class
Hyper chit chat from black-caped Louis
And his stringy long-haired buddy Richard
In the hallways before class they slap
The bare back necks of unsuspecting classmates
Stamping foreheads
Making the nuck nuck and whoop whoop of Larry Moe and Curly
That’s what they were re-enacting
With knees slipped under their tiny desks
As Mr. B has his back turned
Scratching formulas from his nails on the blackboard
When he pivots like a pitcher to boos
Lifts his toes to first base and baseball throws
The felt eraser full of all his mis-calculations
A lifetime of rage
Poof powder
Waffle imprint on Richard’s cheek
A cloud of chalk blonds his hair
Beards his performance grin
Richard has a look like when he’s seen his dad
Come home again and again and again
After happy hour
Leaps to his bedroom door
Holding the side of his face
“You can’t do that! You can’t do that!”
Out he disappears
Mr. B clasps his hands and fixes his face to his family
“Now for quiet.”
And we don’t dare say anything.
my precise compass points to innermost heart
a microcosmic myrtle of macrocosm art
I journey inward this core, where lies my
Tree of Life ____
tasting amber resonance of Self’s sap
it cradles spirit, now a blissed viburnum
spaceless space kisses,
olive is ocarina enchanting,
enthralling, embracing
earth and heaven ~ discerning,
lemon heathered ____a garden
Core imbues form with ineffable frequencies
elusive is a holly terminal
spirit discerns tree’s essence,
agape agapanthus caped appears
belled garden knows
own’s every oak throb
benevolent bonafide biome,
pulsing life force
animating Being’s fluids
in pond stillness
translucent lotus opens
sublime perfumed
destination to heart core costs zilch
no other station can compare !
‘the truth done bent my ear; it whispered soft and long’
it soared before my vision; caped in gentle song
Inspired by : the truth, by Becky Forbes (2025)
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Batman, Batman
Where are you today
Can't you see the villain
Almost on his way
He's ready with his hatred
He's filling lives with lies
Pretending he's innocent
and laws don't apply
Batman, are you listening
or have you chosen his side
You've always stood for justice
Like the woman with blinded eye's
His manner is so convincing
and to the willing his laws imply
The ignorant fear opinions
and keep repeating the lies
Batman can't you see him
How he breaks the law with pride
While justice is applied to others
But him this justice hides
Can't you read the tea leaves
Predicting the future near by
Don't the bones spell out disaster
To dismayed African eye's
Batman will you be there
on that certain day
The day we all shall matter
or can we get away
choose the not and rather
The time now is eminent
It maybe just the way
But what some see as irrelevant
just maybe Judgement Day
2P.M. Dec 23 2023
Preening poetess you amaze me
Your glowing speckled freckled face
As you quilt a lilt of melodies
With not even a hair out of place
Well caped and draped in shimmering light
Soft gabardine all in tangerine
You muster a bluster of eloquence
A vision the world has so seldom seen
Your eyes the prize that shames the sunrise
Those rings and bling at your fingertips
And whenever heard the spoken word
Sounds so much sweeter upon your lips
I was just a kid
You threw the “book” at me
Hellfire, damnation, sinner!!
Repent!!!!
I was too young
To remember “penting”
So how could I do it again??
Purgatory….
“the not quite ready for prime time
waiting room for angels”
Confession??
Hey, If I ain’t tellin’ Mom
I ain’t tellin’ nobody.
The “transubstantiation”
//I can still spell it//
I thought it was a new stop on the RED LINE.
“The Caped Crusaders”
Aka NUNS
Wielding a thunderous yard stick
(Thor had nothing on these chicks)
Catechism
The first of my many schisms.
I am still just a kid
Delving into the alleged
“Divinity of Man”
Walking in the footsteps of mystery
Dabbling in momentary beliefs
Chasing shadows on a cloudless day
Experiencing the wonder of life
Standing naked in the world of the undressed
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2023
A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
wearing marabou foo foo
with a Whoville hairdo.
It's the latest fashion rave.
She split the game in two.
On a diamond sky stage
in her crimson-caped suit.
She captured the flame.
Love that shaped do.
A padded cell is no place for me
Today I intend to be forever free
That caped crusader will rue the day
They locked my maniacal laughter away
No prison
No asylum can keep me under lock and key
Not even Arkham with all its security
Soon I will have my revenge on those two
Who think they have dismantled my crew
How helpless the masked man will be
When the end of Robin he will see
And screens throughout Gotham City
Will witness my gleeful superiority.
But first I must surprise the orderly
Who will bring my evening meal to me.
Once the key is turned in the door
Quickly will I bring him to the floor
Where he will end up in stitches
Relieved of his uniform and britches
Hush ,I hear him turn the key
Soon from Arkham will I be free
How shimmering is the sun bouncing off the feathers of an eagle as I gaze down from above?
How the air dances and swirls about the eagle as I watch, clinging on to the wings of love.
How awesome and spectacular are the different hues of colors in the glistening sunset?
I spin and sore amidst the clouds for on the love of the Creator my heart is set.
I witness the ebb and flow of rolling waves governed by the moon that hovers above.
I float amidst oceans of continuous cottony clouds on the wings of love.
Atop majestic white-caped mountains, I roam, swaying to and fro thousands of feet above.
I am part of all elements known and unknown, resting in my undaunted faith, On the Wings of Love.
Candy cane collector cooks confections
Accepting others' ideas with affections
Revising and rewriting recipes regularly
Creating candy concoctions creatively
He is our baker the neighborhood said
All the December candy he made in red
March candies were green clover shaped
Super hero cookies were aptly caped
What started out as a Christmas thing
Ended up as a profession with extra zing
Let it explode through the moist air of dawn as it plays with earth..
Yes I could smell this fragrance of sunlight which bestows a heavenly dream.
Let it cause a swirl of emotions into our mind..
While we inhale the fragrance of fresh cup of tea overseeing the snow caped mountains.
Let it sway our soul into a nostalgic treat…
Yes I could relate my black and white memories with the fragrance of village when smoke rises from the wood, when the dusk engulfs the forest and with the fragrance of a cascading stream when it rushes towards an unknown destination.
Let it mesmerize us into an unspoken lust…
While we gaze at the stars spread across the dark perfumed sky.
Yes I wanna smell the fragrance of life…the fragrance which cannot be bottled nor replicated…
The fragrance that drifts in memory till eternity.
Sometimes, whispered voices off in the distance
echoes calling spirits, hearts, souls of the past
listen to messages without resistance.
Set in the oceans and the seas, land held fast
inner voices christened in hearts of the earth
questioning will men learn of the harm they cast?
There appears no quick reply in death or birth
slow and methodic land and seascapes reshaped
only the almighty asks what is life worth?
Mother earth rumbles down in its core once caped
to sigh and moan and groan of all men mistakes
without thought or plan to replace all they take.
Disgruntled, discontent, broken to heartache
earth burns hot and floods and slides back into place
shaken rattles, fumes and freezes till all wake.
Extinction looms until the gift of earth is safe
and moaning, groaning of mankind's ignorance
can evolve or can be easily erased.
Some life is like that haystack needle thing that pre drones a slim positivity
trance-a troubled parlay of sane stagnant standard stillnesses incomplete in that ailing aqueous humor annual invite of a psychic trio IdEgoSuperE overdrive dominant shortcut over your non-everlasting cruise control allowing that Soul-shoal-ization sucking effort soul short of authentic selflessness to out over never everlastings. like a wash cycle let's drain, spin,dry and fold our worst desires into an anonymous no handy-caped viral literal composite parking for the posthumousaged pilgrims, through fault of their ignorant owness, store some deformed drama defense to fertilize the fragile inner in you past potential and pseudo suffer maggot mirror memories that die so far inward, but outside the box thought-----a crafty corporeal corrupted conclusion coming to Humoversal conspiracy. Menu please.
All's good, I say, today is the greatest, by Jove!
Time's now to swear oaths of fealty to the Rover,
No more the poor witness sunk in some sacred grove.
Those supposed lords of realty know nothing's over,
Merely pretenders attempting to hub the cap,
They knotted the strings, tried tying down the stray flaps,
How they tried! They searched, they spread all over the map,
But, they'll greet the Comedian's own deaf'ning claps,
Seeing I'm the Jester, I'll crown myself by feel.
This deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure wrapped round his own heel.
I'm spitting rind, all will know me by my grounded peal,
I'm the crusader, caped, made majestic with zeal.
Not unlike lightning, here comes my bolt-clawed eagle,
Funny how telling jokes crowns the one who's regal.
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