Which American does not know great Tony Stark?
An industrialist tycoon like strapping shark;
Born with silver spoon in his mouth; noble bequest!
Lived luxurious life one considered blessed...!
Afghan enters his life; like virus in robot;
Terrorists kidnap him; force him to weapon-plot;
He builds his sly armor; makes his vanish easy;
Plays ploys; Shifts into iron man; tough, yet, frenzy...!
Cocktails and women beauties; Romantic, yet firm;
Juvenile play-boy; yet, strict to mercantile term;
Not lonely though alone; full of fun and frolic;
Midst accomplishment of tasks, he has his rollick...!
Pushed to misuse his invention of iron-man,
Virtuously he dismantles his harm-filled plan;
Splaying bundle of freedom virtues and vices,
Tony Stark is an epitome of guises...!
01 July 2022
Captain America's Friends or Foes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
The Mass
On Palm Sunday, she will go to church, not driven but walk on
old feet that hurt for every step, I will sit at home, wait by
the phone in case she cannot make it up the hill to the church.
A modern church paid for by a German industrialist who was
then allowed to built his villa at a nature reservation and thus
is the life of commerce. The benefactor has got his name on
the wall when he dies will become a seraph nothing less will do ,
a chief angel or nothing
The sermon is long I fiddle with car radio and get some soul
riveting Fado. I see my wife walking slowly down the hill and for
a moment I think of driving her down, but desist I will never get
away with it and I don’t know how to manage without her.
We are both obnoxious people a bond that keeps us united now
that we are both near the hole in the ground where lies are told.
Mortality
There is death and there is big deaths Mr Bloom.
An industrialist died and there were shockwaves
in Europe, he had a white moustache and we are
Told he was flamboyant and there will be a sea of flowers,
The president will kiss his wife’s hand and there will
be tears....some of them real.
Meanwhile at a place where children day on daily
basis one of them died before he got to suckle his mothers
meagre breast. No there will be no president there no
kisses to the mother for her lamentable loss, only silence.
Some humans are more valuable than others but in the end
Both have in common they will never speak again.
Mere means of being master of all labor, this power
Overthrows all virtue, and write the metered history
Nations spin web in web, and now it is the cocoon hour
Emerge the spider on spindly legs from calyx tragedy
Yelping bankers and their merchants billed for all wars
Consumers credit lost, money minting on us its scars
Ruined trust in men awake us to being pawns of greed
Economy after economy in goldless tatter and its shame
Dies, drizzle, toxic in resuurection the fawned at weed
Industrialist used to circumvent taboos in the blind game
Trapping with historic dream the energy of men stagnant still.
I come not to Zion yet but old Jerusalem in desert sand
Sighing at the prints, O garrulous the nail marked hand
Debt and deal transacted, the calyx shrivels in winkless sun
Orbituuary of Babel's history, Mammon's feathers unwaxed
Nature in sure cycles recovers, wind breaks the spider spun
Emancipated faith confronts the Ceasar, ransomed and taxed
Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php