It was a memorable evening, bright
with my beautiful, charming fiancé
(once my wretched, tormented heart's delight)
near the old village of Fatheringay.
Drawn by the lilt of a whispery voice,
we found ourselves in a dark, rustic pub.
An inner misgiving questioned our choice.
A man served drinks from a hook on a stub.
After imbibing a strange, bubbling brew,
we dawdled the full moon-lit countryside.
In the lunar light, her eyes shone light blue -
mine, a phosphorus glow, like Mr. Hyde.
We gazed at the Hydra constellation,
where the Ghost of Jupiter nebula
somehow unfastened my reservation,
as its image fell on my retina.
That my grandfather was a lycanthrope,
and a mad cascade of serpentine thoughts,
this myriad of disclosures doused hope
(a demented disconnection of dots).
The vile dreams would slither back to their hole
too late for my near bride of eighteen.
The strong brew's effects had taken their toll.
My love was never again to be seen.
No, my true love was no more to be seen.
Categories:
hydra, evil, magic, marriage, moon,
Form: Rhyme
Captain America also known as Steve Roger,
Fought numerous battles as the first Avenger.
Once he was a tiny little boy,
Who had a big heart and strong will to bring justice and joy.
Soon he was given the super serum,
And became the symbol of heroism.
Once he was frozen in the ice,
For the complete 66 years with no choice.
Yet, He fought the evil with all his will,
Like Hydra, Thanos and even Red Skull.
He always carried his shield that has a star,
Made out of Vibranium gifted by Mr. Stark.
Never knew Cap could even age a day,
But he comes back all old and gray.
After placing the infinity stones back to their place,
He gives his shield to his friend Sam with grace.
And now he lives a normal life,
After marrying his beloved wife.
Written May 24, 2022
5th Place
in Captain America Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori.
Categories:
hydra, america, poems, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme
Still holding onto yesterday,
tomorrow calls my name
The comfort of what time has blessed,
my life within its frame
Those two directions—front and back,
a hydra running loose
Do I embrace what’s in the past
—or what is yet to choose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Categories:
hydra, time,
Form: Rhyme
When did our love turn into a hydra?
With many faces peering out,
I don’t believe that’s what love is about.
Holding onto a tumultuous past,
Is easier than venturing into an unknown future,
Realizing present can never last.
Tenacity against adversity,
Is the inner strength,
That guides one through antiquity.
When unrequited love is the norm,
With not even a metaphoric amore to adorn,
My sadness echoes as loud as a runaway train,
I wonder if I’ll ever love again.
What is love anyway?
Is there anyone who really knows?
Because it starts from nothing,
And morphs as it grows.
Categories:
hydra, lost love,
Form: Verse
Where trees grow tall
Where stands a turret and stone wall
Where in autumn leaves fall
Where birches sing ballads older then all
Where volcano spits fiery magma
Leaves seven hundred and seventy seven headed hydra
It is amazing surreal mesmerizing and extra
Omega and alpha
In stories hydra is something hero will kill
But you can’t kill
Something that is beyond will
Something that does not respond to fate’s seal
It does not bleed
It does not feed
It does not sleep and most of all does not need
It grows from justice tear like tree from a seed
For sure
If thrown to darkest pit it would still be a cure
It is pure
And before becoming some problems it had to endure
It is surreal but not a dream
It is separated from all that real would seem
It is transcendent in most extreme
It is hydra justice supreme
Categories:
hydra, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
In the PixiS climb to Hydra
Lynx is next just past the Lion
Take a dip into Ursas Major
Come and ride the Leos Minor
It’s a Primer she said…
Reading wheels inside your head
Stacking stones into pyramids
Merry goes round the ecliptic
Latitudes of a Long time cryptic
Marching two and fro…
Is it Zero or is it Nero
Inquiring our minds to know
Categories:
hydra, friendship, health, history, life,
Form: I do not know?
In
a
turmoil-
hitting out
in all directions,
in
a
struggle
with monsters
floating in the mind.
Categories:
hydra, health, imagination, people,
Form: Fibonacci