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A fictional facility created in mother’s memory
by Amadeus Arkham in an island off Gotham city coast,
Arkham Hospital is a unique asylum
for the criminally insane supervillains.
The asylum has a long and vicious history,
a part of which is dominated by Batman,
the comic book superhero at the top of physical ability,
having an agile expertise in various forms of martial arts.
He faces several mentally sick desperado inmates,
like enraged Bane and serial killer Victor, and finds
way out of hallucinating nightmares created by Scarecrow,
counteracts the nefarious designs of the formidable foes.
A fictitious leading institution for psychiatric research,
the asylum has special cells like the extreme isolation,
that accommodates a wide variety of insane evil patients,
whose wicked plots are dexterously wrecked by Batman.
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January 14, 2023
Contest : Arkham Asylum
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
I have over 400 comic books
with groupings of
Wolverine, Dead Pool, Doctor Strange,
Carnage, Moon Knight, Spider-Man,
Godzilla, Batman, Hellboy, Spawn,
Captain America and Ghost Rider
so who do I select to follow and read the most
yes, it would certainly be the Red Skull
so why would I select this man of hatred and evil
to be my muse
why do I stack his comic books by my laying ground
why am I obsessed and enthralled by such a villian
it's because people see me as they see him
an outcast, a loser, a man on a mission alone
no, I am not evil, but my past jokes portray me this way
no, I do not hate, but my actions have painted me awry
I wear a Red Skull t-shirt everyday
and am thinking about getting a tattoo of him
so people will know that I'm an innocent child
blessed by God but hated by the masses
Captain America can try to take me down
I have a couple lives left to spare as does the Red Skull
we are not one
but we are the same
hated, abused, shunned and disliked
so spend your time drinking your tea
I'll be reading and enjoying my Red Skull comics
Arkham
Is not for me
I wish I were writing
But instead I’ve got guard duty
With serial killers and maniacs
Screaming, howling, crying
Joker, Two-Face
Riddler
Why does The Bat
Let these guys stay alive?
But I guess Arkham might be worse
With its leaky pipes and drafty windows
Gruel for every single person
(So I pack my own lunch)
Anyone who
Sees this:
We’re hiring
No wonder the villains
Keep on escaping this prison
We can’t take on more supervillains here
Batman! Send us more employees
If you want the bad guys
To stay put here
Alas,
Time to make rounds
In this cold and dank place
I don’t get paid enough for this
But at least they match my 401k
Only up to a percentage...
But I do get dental!
Uh-oh…Joker’s
Laughing
In Scotland, it is illegal to be drunk in possession of a cow
But is it legal to make love to a cow while drunk
A man named Ronald MacDonald once robbed Wendy's
That sure sounds like a whole lot of burger bunk
There's actually a city in Turkey called 'Batman'
The law states all young boys must be named Robin
'Climax', Cumming' and 'Gay' are city names in Georgia
Need to be very liberal minded in the land of cotton
There's a city in Missouri named 'Licking' oh boy!
Also, one named 'Butts', that's a real hooter
A boy in a Florida was arrested for disruptive behavior
Excessive farting turned off classmates computers
Sony once accidentally sold 700,000 camcorders
That had the technology to see through people's clothing
Mozart wrote a canon entitled 'Leck mich im Arsch/
Translates to 'Lick me in the ****' naughty composing
Amazingly a man once wore 70 items of clothing
To avoid an airline's extra baggage charge
In a deck of cards, the only king without a mustache
Is the handsome debonaire King of Hearts
A Canadian farmer once rented ad space on his cows
His cows went on strike for a piece of the action
A book titled 'Everything Men Know About Women'
Filled with 128 blank pages which is only a fraction
Though they won't admit it, women fart as much as men
They cough out loud to disguise their big boomers
Takes forty-two muscles in your face to make a frown
Just four to smack someone's head needing a suture
Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23
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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning
“Skylarks call across morning light”
After cold quiet stills laughter
In the deep shafts of ebony
Matins roll away stubborn stones.
Daylight spins on dawning’s spread wings,
Skylarks call across morning light,
“A kiss from the rose on the grey”
Sun and fading stars paint the dawn.
“Shattered grace falls in jagged nights”
Yet morning chimes guide blinded eyes
Skylarks call across morning light
From somewhere behind the rainbow.
In the dawn, love holds out a hand -
“Echo in the sounds of silence” -
Arms remember holding magic,
Skylarks call across morning light.”
“Skylarks call across the morning.” From Ash Groves – A Welsh folksong
“Kiss from the rose on the grey” Seal from Batman Forever
“Shattered grace falls in jagged nights.” From Poet’s album - Jericho Road
“Echo in the sounds of silence. Paul Simon - Sounds of Silence album
Baltimore Tales
lazy fat cat meowing, begging for a meal,
mother baking cookies, grates an orange peel.
husband’s belly flopping, cold beer in his hand,
watching Jimmy Kimmel, singing with the band.
little Susie playing, with her pregnant worn out doll,
dumb dog outside barking, as the oak tree’s acorns fall.
UPS delivers, a Halloween costume,
little Leroy grabs it, runs up to his room.
soon appears as Batman, mommy says “how cute”,
but sister and the father, don’t really give a hoot.
outside the neighbor hollers, “better come and see”,
as it runs and yelps in circles, the dog stung by a bee.
across the street the yard sale, has now gone in full swing,
they’re selling all the junk they bought, imported from Beijing.
The bus stop now is crowded, with people on their way,
to watch the rodeo in the field, the ground is strewn with hay.
the lanky tall hairdresser, prepares her chair and waits,
for those who need a different look, before they meet their mates.
the alleys now are quiet, as the day comes to an end,
the runaways have all gone home, there’s nothing left to spend.
the doormen watch the rich arrive, in rented black tuxedos,
gay convention here tonight, they’re prancing in their speedos.
I’m certain there is more to see, but I must take the train,
to somewhere far away from here, and rearrange my brain.
and try and understand these tales, that somehow seem so strange,
that people here in Baltimore, have managed to exchange.
Connie was a cheerleader
bright white toothed smile
bouncing boobs
short skirt legs running long
through school boy fantasies
friday nights her stage
crisp November air her makeup
Robert was a loner
a stoner
bad clear down to the core
shriveled up inside
Salvation Army furniture
Batman comics
bologna sandwich supper
Connie was manicured lawns
gardens of flowers
white picket fences and stone pathways
Norman Rockwell dinners
lavender bath soap
silk pajamas
pink bed spread
Robert was a rundown trailer
on a filthy back lot
goddamn you f*****g punk
get the hell out morning breakfast
garage sale coffee table
stacked with beer cans and ash trays
overflowing with death
Connie had a secret
hidden touches
fatherly lust
make up hiding
violent bruises
don't tell your mother
if you want her safe
I can hurt her too
Robert had a secret
18 hour days
two jobs at garages
straight A's
never give up
never give in
blue eyes and crooked smile
whispering to the world to kiss his ass
Connie was the sharp
razor's edge that gleamed
like the holy grail
in her bathroom drawer
Robert was the strong will
the hard desire
the drive to move on
to something more
Connie was a cheerleader
Robert was not a quarterback
but they were each other's
Salvation
Neighborhood
Dawn rises touching the hilltop - new light swelling with the smell of coffee and bacon. Eyes blink away the sandman’s residue, loud yawns like lions, footsteps in pj’s resound on staircases – breakfast - weekly allowance burns holes in jean pockets as neighborhood gang assembles on the first day of the weekend - our gang on Saturday.
the weekend routine
our gang gathers for a quest ~
allowances saved
Our street tries to sleep in on the weekend before raucous voices shatter the stillness at the home base telephone pole. Allowance in pockets, a noisy horde moves like locust swarms towards nirvana – free movies at the museum, sliding down granite lions from a Pharaoh’s Egypt, staring at relics from Amazon jungles.
rare artwork displays
jewels treasures of the past ~
wide eyes wondering
Not done yet! An hour for burger and fries. Race down the hill to the Roycroft event. Tickets a quarter, one box of candy – popcorn shared with a best friend. Booing the villains. Cheering Lone Ranger, Number One Son, stealthy Green Lantern, the Shadow and westerns – sheriff saves the damsel, proceeded by Elmer and Bugs. Can you guess who is on first? Just enough quarters left for a bus ride home!
superman batman
saturday at the movies ~
break for tired parents
9-2-20
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor: Jenish Somades
Arkham Asylum has turned devilish,
With Joker inside,
Batman has to hide,
Riots led by Dr. Charles Cavendish;
Adams, a hostage,
Two-Face - mind wastage,
Mr. Freeze and Mad Hatter's capacity,
Killer Croc and Scarecrow's dark audacity
Challenged Batman in there;
Amadeus Arkham killed his own mother,
Haunted by a bat,
He turned a mad brat,
His shock therapy destroyed another;
Cavendish berserk,
Copied Arkham's work,
Mirror glowed and the moon hid behind clouds stark,
Adams kills Cavendish, Batman freed, such spark!
The evil asylum crouched in shadows dark
Challenged Batman in there.
12th January 2023
Form: Quarinage (created by Gregory R. Barden)
For Robert James Liguori's "Arkham Asylum" contest
(alternately christened great insight
to those who Braille)
Ah.... so glad thee did ask
summoning poetic title
tis most daunting task
if lucky forthcoming praise
will yours truly to bask
and bathe with short lived,
while I quaff vintage
amber liquids out the
golden silver made flask.
Utter exhaustion taxes me
fifty shades of gray matter
while trying to grasp just
one measly idea amidst
all that scatter
to and fro hither and yon
analogous to mire and muck
that doth splatter
courtesy nasty driver
mad as a hatter.
Yours truly scrunches his brow
in an effort to provide,
enable and allow
gamut of meaty notions,
when finally satisfied utter holy cow,
mama mia, eureka, aha... ejaculate
(hoop fully not premature),
cuz arduous effort analogous
to navigating dhow
sailing frothy, choppy, angry... seas
until sudden (b)rain storm doth endow
sudden burst of inspiration
compelling necessary thrust to plow
ahead and expound therein how
so ever dictates of spontaneity now
let me smoothly coast along
offering scant obeisance, thou
divine fabulous intervention,
hence I feebly kowtow
despite covenant, viz devout atheist
nonetheless puzzled what activates
hitting me figurative pow
similar to Batman disabling enemy,
temporarily speechless disbelief
merely summoning wow.
Much time yours truly doth calibrate
what seems bajillion years I agitate
sitting days, weeks, months...
in an effort to nearly ready to abdicate
and disappoint countless followers
thus, this wordsmith doth dedicate
a section of this battlefield... before to late
(think Gettysburg Address)
no matter minuscule chance fate
will find mine path crossing
unknown online respondent(s),
whose feedback doth inflate
inestimable self confidence (ha)
generally held in check modesty sedate
even when praised in person, I emanate
introspective mien downplaying
genetic and/or environmental factors
wherever talent did originate
cobbling words together arose
courtesy this bookworm
doth really associate
predilection to hash out poem.