meet the go-to guy
better behave in the club ~
a hulking bouncer
Categories:
hulking, jobs, people, places,
Form: Senryu
I'd love to dry out your arteries,
and expose all your pleasantries.
Lose you in the deserts braid,
and use you as vulture bait.
I'd drop you off the highest tower,
into a monster eating flower.
Id collect your scrap metal,
throw it into acid and let it settle.
I'd hunt your hulking form,
unafraid of your silver scorn.
I'd drown you with my own hands,
Because as it stands,
You threaten my own
You alone
Must go
Into hell below
For you are a plight bringer,
Dear person in the mirror.
Categories:
hulking, anger, conflict, hate, how
Form: Rhyme
We all have those moments. Moments in life when you know things will never be the same for you. For me that moment was seeing Fred's black Pumas on the stairs after he had passed away. The empty shoes gave me a flash back. I saw him standing at the kitchenette counter in his scrubs and the same all-black althetic sneakers preparing my morning coffee and vitamins. His light blue scrubs unable to hide his hulking shoulders and chest , yet loose on his flat stomach. In his stead i'd find a freshly pressed coffee, vitamins and water bottle in a row on the counter. A true care taker of a care taker. At one time, these little acts of service became a welcomed routine. Now... the same shoes sat empty and lonely on the steps toward where we used to live. Which was now just an empty room. Fredy'd never have a chance to Be. A chance to better himself. A chance at Love again , which I know he had a lot of to give. The empty shoes filled my heart with sadness. The thought that his large heart no longer beat in his chest was almost too much for me to bear. Who could ever fill this man's shoes? As a Brother, a Son, Grandson and Caretaker, as a Lover or as a Best Friend.
Categories:
hulking, best friend, death, death
Form: Bio
Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a dirty big bear called Clare!
Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
His name sounded a wee bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and burly!
So hulking big Clare the unhappy bear
Asked his mousy friend Bartholomew
If he'd be so kind and wouldn't mind
Switching names, that'd be so cool!
Bartholomew said he wanted some time
To check with dear Cynthia his friend
About this idea of switching names
On her opinion he would depend!
Cynthia said, “If you want my opinion
Your name doesn't sound like a bear
But if Clare wants the name Bartholomew
We're still friends but now you'll be Clare!”
A name doesn't change the person you are
You'll be the same friend in the end
So forever after Mr. Bartholomew Bear
And wee mousey Clare stayed friends!
A moral?
Categories:
hulking, trust,
Form: Ballad
Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.
It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as it lumbered around my head-space
crashing into my own startled thoughts
though I realized on some level of awareness
that I was still living in a bad dream.
The brutishly bulky being wanted answers,
I wanted answers, the dream had no answers.
Eventually that solid hulking creature gave up
turning my inner-state over and smashing
my neuronal workings over its big stony head.
Oblivion took us both.
When daylight unveiled the long night
I looked about me
the bedroom was not ransacked
but my brain was blinking on ‘check engine’ light,
and something was still asleep
on the backseat of my mind.
Tonight I will take a strong drink and 2 Ambien
incase its guttural snoring, or its chaotic dreams
wakes me up again.
Categories:
hulking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Verdant rage,
Lurking in the depths of his soul,
Gives rise to a hulking figure of green.
The anger builds as his muscles tense,
Ready to unleash his might
Against anyone who would dare to stand in his way.
His skin crackles and sparks with power,
As his strength increases with each passing moment.
His eyes are wild with fury,
His fists ready to strike.
Nothing can stand in his path,
Not even the mightiest of foes.
He is the lord of rage,
The king of the green,
The Hulk.
For "Marvel Superhero or Supervillain" contest sponsored by
Robert James Liguori
Categories:
hulking, strength,
Form: Free verse
david
valiant, indomitable
conquering, ennobling, lauding
underdog, hero, behemoth, villain
hulking, bestriding, oversizing
massive, monster
goliath
Date written: 01/20/2023
Categories:
hulking, creation, people, poetry, words,
Form: Diamante
The children come to visit
once or twice a week
and they are fine, I'm sure,
but not the ones I seek.
Though tall and fair and handsome,
not who I'd choose to meet:
those grubby-kneed and tousled,
the freshly apple-cheeked!
Oh, what I'd give to see them
running in the door,
coats and hats and mittens,
footprints on the floor.
Cardboard forts and castles
and the day they tried to take
sand buckets full of water
to make a bedroom lake!
Another trip to the E.R.
Superman has tried
(with a towel for a cape)
to fly above the concrete drive.
My daughter's arm is up around
a Great Dane's hulking dome.
He's all alone, she said
and declined to take him home.
The toaster that they took apart
to see how it was sprung,
signal beeps from bedrooms
where a net of wires was strung
In hope of snaring messages
from Tokyo or some Hong Kong,
lipstick on the bathroom tiles
when guests were due to come.
I play my games with memory toys,
pretend they're real again,
but something of it's gone;
It's time, time is the stealer of children.
Categories:
hulking, children, family, fun, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a dirty big bear called Clare!
Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
His name sounded a wee bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and burly!
So hulking big Clare the unhappy bear
Asked his mousy friend Bartholomew
If he'd be so kind and wouldn't mind
Switching names, that'd be so cool!
Bartholomew said he wanted some time
To check with dear Cynthia his friend
About this idea of switching names
On her opinion he would depend!
Cynthia said, “If you want my opinion
Your name doesn't sound like a bear
But if Clare wants the name Bartholomew
We're still friends but now you'll be Clare!”
A name doesn't change the person you are
You'll be the same friend in the end
So forever after Mr. Bartholomew Bear
And wee mousey Clare stayed friends!
A moral?
Categories:
hulking, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Men who hulking thugs lobby,
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber,
Hitting them until they slobber;
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.
Old owners of power
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.
Categories:
hulking, abuse, bullying, evil, political,
Form: Rhyme
Hulking African-American character-actor, Bill Duke.
Hollywood's most recognizable "Who's that dude?"
The ultimate king of cool, quiet menace on screen.
In real life, however, he's anything but mean.
Categories:
hulking, appreciation, celebrity, people, tribute,
Form: Clerihew
A seasoned cat burglar
climbs through
the kitchen window;
his eyes scanning
left, right, front, and back...
"Good, no one's home,"
or so he fought.
He tiptoes through the house,
going from room to room,
rummaging through drawers
and stuffing knick knacks
into an open backpack
he's wearing
in front.
Before long, he sees a shadow
appear on the wall;
someone's behind him.
As soon as he turns his head
for a look see...
"POW!"...knocked out, cold.
He came to...
a hulking blurry figure
standing over him....
"You came to the wrong house, and the cops are on their way!,"
the homeowner shouted.
Date written: 06/13/2021
Categories:
hulking, fate, house, imagery, people,
Form: Narrative
How about that just sat on our cat
She screeched bloody murder, so sorry bout that
Love this dear sweetie
Made me all weepy
With my hulking big body, I squished our cat flat
Categories:
hulking, cat,
Form: Free verse
Sue’s puppy is called Tricky Woo
She’s upset when it does a pooh
There’s pee up the wall
And poop in the hall
She always finding doggy dooh
I suggested she buys a grit tray
And takes Tricky a walk every day
He can play in the park
Do its poop, have a bark
But someone should take Tricky away!
A puppy’s not right for her flat
Perhaps she should have got a cat
Not a hulking huge hound
From the local dog pound
Now why didn’t Sue think of that!
Inspired by picture - fictional poem only
04/30/20
Categories:
hulking, conflict, dog, home,
Form: Limerick
The Lilliputians are out playing ball
Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...
A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
'Cos the court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace to fight back
They're all geared up inside...
The Gulls advance; the Lillis stand firm
Unsure now, the Gulls pull up short
Their mission about to abort
The Lillis have made them squirm...
The Gullivers slowly retreat
The Lillis return to their game --
The bullies ignominious defeat
Spreads the Lilliputians' name
Categories:
hulking, anti bullying, basketball, bullying,
Form: Narrative
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