I had a dream where you were my super girl
My Heroine, the one that could save my heart from breaking
My heroin my worst addiction
You were in my veins
Running in my blood into my heart
Raising me higher I became high
I felt safe with you in my veins
You drove away my pain
Without pain I did gain
A girl, my super heroine
My super girl
With your power you raised me to the stars
Hoping I could see Krypton
So I'd meet your parents
But it was already destroyed
Then we held on to our love
I awoke, maybe a fairy tale would prosper
We live happily ever after, in my day world
Love is truly your reason to be living
on earth, to spread love is to be giving
not just at home, too this planet
just ask 'Superman' his is Krypton, planetary...
those memories you share...
linger on long after you are not there
you touched many too be sure your...
entire life you have touched folks everywhere...
you can make dark times bright
only you can make this planet right
this is what you have in comin with Superman
on this earth you're a 'super star', earthly man a fan...
for many a wonder women maybe that special one...
whom always said you were 'so bright', caring, sharing...
giving, praying, not complaining, this loving, special
person that calls you her 'SON'
The Elements of Love
Hellen, my dear friend,
Rain canceled our plan,
But my heart will not bend,
For I know I'm a fan.
Your honesty, like Gold,
Sparkles through your soul,
Your love, like Silver, bold,
Makes me feel whole.
You're the Oxygen I breathe,
A necessity in my life,
A rare gem, like Cerium beneath,
Your love, like Iron, free from strife.
I appreciate your gentle heart,
A quality of Sodium in light,
Your kindness, like Krypton, smart,
Makes my day bright.
Your way of dressing, like Carbon,
Pure and decent, beyond measure,
Your jovial spirit, like Neon,
Brings a smile and pleasure.
I wanted to serve you like Calcium,
To strengthen our bond,
With a meal so delightful, like Chromium,
Our friendship would grow beyond.
But the weather didn't permit,
So I wait for another day,
When we can laugh and sit,
And learn more about your way.
Hellen, my dear friend,
You're a treasure, like Platinum,
In your company, time will never end,
For in your presence, I find freedom.
*_@Otieno Elvis Gikoi_*
*_30LettersForTheHellen’sOfLove_*
*_ElonisticPoems_*
*_ArtFromHeart_*
kryptonite needed
stranded on alien planet
krypton calls me home
Your Kryptonite
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Anthony Biaanco
21/09/2021
Stink
My p.u., putrid, pungent pores
Have made me rotten to the core
reek and ravish emissive scents
Not caring where the odor vents
To flatulate without remorse
Then scurry to another course
There are some times I smell of mint
A sensing that woud give a hint
of blossums in a field of joy
The milieu is intact and safe
But feeling threatened has aroused
A preparation to deploy
organic weapons that are housed
My overwhelming krypton funk
For after all, I am a Skunk
Stink Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
October 1, 2016
Such a small place, so much noise.
Finding it so hard to maintain my poise.
Somebody save me! Save me from this cacophony.
Treat me with nothing less than a sweet symphony.
It may be a smallville but it definitely needs some order.
I need a noble. Maybe the man from Krypton. A noise bender. Korra?
Silence is far. So far away from me.
I need an alternative. Something more pleasant.
An aural sedative. A composed depressant.
A while ago, I found my cure. I needed a dose of music.
But I tuned into a wrong frequency and now, all I hear is static.
“Hold on”, they said. “Do not panic.”
But they don’t understand my condition. Drugged with mental poison. My neural arsenic.
This concoction of sounds like scrambled beacons.
A shockwave messing up my mind; producing deceptions and cons.
It’s a whole new level and no sign of the end.
Lots of mixed signals. Even Fourier can’t comprehend.
Here’s my last note:
Somebody help me! I need an antidote.
If I was Superman, I'd save the day/
Then come home to u, my sun ray/
You're the yellow sun that gives me my power/
In a desert, you would be the only flower/
A knack for being happy, always shining through/
I wanna give you everything, all that I can do/
I don't need to fly to feel sky high/
Cause you do that, you don't need to try/
I love you and yea I could probably be an alien/
Im probably that guy who'd propose in a stadium/
Everyone crushes my dreams, my fantasies get ripped on/
Feelin like the alien, blasted all the way from Krypton/
Dreaming the perfect dream, the most romantic night/
But reality is heartbreaking, the strongest kryptonite/
You're in love with Kal-El, but repulsed by Clark Kent/
An extraordinary ordinary man, who was god sent/
When You See Me
“When you see me smile,
All I do is pile
The S*** from the dim
And from the dead within.
When you see me cry,
And people look at me cockeyed.
I feel like Superman
Breathing Krypton-oxide.”
Lonely is the boy from Krypton.
How Karlo would love to be himself.
Pretending to be subnormal,
he puts normality on the shelf.
Idealistic, full of principle,
fields of wheat under foot.
A place far removed, surrounded by ice,
a frozen lair born of Jorel’s knowledge.
It would suffice.
Kryptonite, in this, his fortress of solitude,
where he grew in strength and knowledge
of his history and of his own planet’s destruction.
Jorel bound him to the precepts
of pride and heritage.
He listened and learned
and in his alter ego, feigning weakness
and humility, he waited for
the proper time and place for the world
to meet-------Superman, man of steel !!!!!!!
Sept 13, 2012 © cghjr
I tried to warn the council, but to no avail.
I beseeched them to hear me. All attempts would fail.
Our planet Krypton is being pulled into the sun.
Soon it will be doom and destruction for everyone.
I only have enough time to save my dear son.
I will send him into space. I must give it a try.
There is a habitable planet orbiting a yellow star nearby.
We have been monitoring radio signals from this place.
On this planet lives a primitive, but comparable race.
Hopefully, my son will make it to this planet alive.
While living among those beings, I know he will thrive.
(I saw someone post a poem recently about Christopher
Reeves and it reminded me of this oldie of mine)
He didn’t come from Krypton. . . was not sent
to earth with any special kind of power.
He wasn’t a reporter named Clark Kent,
but like that role he played, he didn’t cower
when struck by his own brand of Kryptonite
named quadriplegia, which couldn’t stay
this fellow who inspired with his might,
enduring trials bravely day to day.
He did not have Lex Luther as a foe
but fought for what was right, so now we grieve
because this hero that we came to know
was taken from our world. Dear Mr. Reeves
gave a human face to a fictive name,
then went back to the place from whence he came.
For PD's Contest: "My Latest Poem on the Soup"
(naughty PD, I had only three to choose from, all
the others were in contests,but this is sure a unique
way to do a contest!!)
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