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I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.
I drove down the boulevard as I did a thousand other times
Passing by the aged blue-gray house - the bachelor's pad across the street
Hunkered down like storm clouds in a mist of yesterday's legacy
And there he stood....the soulful captive, haunting his past
Black pants with hips flung to the side and held low by his own design
His stance altered the walkway like a steel girder posted upright
His boundless laugh seized the spotlight then scattered like wind chimes
Embracing a sweeter, livelier time before he slipped away
I pulled over to the side of the road to let my illusion wander
Sitting crippled in my car - his entranced prisoner
Pulling in the stardust memories of heading down the artists highway
Driving in his cherry red rock-n-roll car his guitar in the back seat
Where his expression, his music lived in vivid hues of youth
Startling the stage with words of rebellion
Becoming the cause of all the commotion
He challenged his crusade with the heat of revolution
His list was his own, his sequence bore his own evolution
Disobedience for the sake of itself scrolled on his flirting brow
Teasing each consequence with the audacity of sunflowers in the snow
Life was struck as a downer and he a loner
Whose heart yearned for the lyrics to sanctify his "hell on earth" anthems
A hungry wolf in a pack of sheep, growling at his own shadow
Licking the wounds of his notched dissatisfaction
Unable to disguise his truth to fit into his abstract woolly landscape
Always coiled up to the max of his amplified intensity
With his super jet speed brooding melodies
His cool blue eyes, his ocean vastness, his sky all reflected things in motion
All headed down the Pacific Highway in a finned Batman 60's Buick
Colliding with the universe
And memorializing his words of hard and lonely places
Pounding and throbbing with the sounds of his guitar
I drifted back
Losing this poltergeist of the past, this shadowy myth
This specter of a defiant paradox of love and hate.....
As the melody faded I embarked back to my journey
Riding down the boulevard - He in the seat next to me
January 17, 2020
Strand no 650 any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Just one little brave boy and an entire city
Gave this heart so much joy in seeing such glee
For Bat Kid has arrived to fight for all the children
A true fighter who survived and a hero among men
For they came from near and they came from far
But one thing was clear it was a glimpse of who we are
With so much love in the air and such a true spirit of joy
A whole city took the time to care for this one little boy
In his cape and Batman mask and his hero by his side
The whole city would bask oh that Golden Gate pride
Lining every single street and cheering so constant and loud
Getting a whole nation to their feet boy San Fran we are proud
And as for little Miles my new favorite Super Hero
Showing how most of our trials basically add up to zero
Thank you for your example putting such courage on display
The blessing of you is so ample as seen in this glorious day
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
There's little or nothing to do,
it's a February rainy day,
Danny molds Batman out of brown clay;
snow is melting after Saturday's blizzard...
I spot a hopping lizard
chase a scary hoopoo...
that has a broken wing and fears to be prey!
I strum on my steel guitar
a new melody unique and sad...
who knows it might be a symphony
with the simplest melody;
I'll add lyrics, thinking they are swords
that scare and defeat vicious warlords!
I play it on a snowy night in January
when no sounds are heard
and thoughts aren't muffled...
by the presence of a gentle wind
that doesn't scatter the snow and goes far
to caress with its cold breath a jealous star!
There's little or nothing to do
on this rainy February's day,
this guitar keeps me company
and strumming its strings,
it gets me through this long Saturday's blizzard;
nobody will wake up: they are chasing dreams,
nobody will see my monotony...
but Jessica who listens sends me a Kudo!
It once was a ‘Big Apple’,
now the worm has devoured
that apple and the worm
is much, much larger.
Rats infest Gotham,
they walk on two legs.
Batman had no chance
dying too soon
from contact with Fentanyl.
The worm has spread,
now it eats all large cities
where the mayors ‘don’t care’
and the DA’s are funded
by rich socialists.
The dead do not pile up yet,
but the sanitation workers
soon may be too afraid
to collect them each day.
There is hell to pay.
Your gold will melt away faster
than brimstone
and the road to the flames
though paved with good intentions –
all of them were hand-made in hell.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwB-GEL-YkI
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
Batman and Robin adventure
Beyond Gotham itself
Hound Bus journey
Batmobile left in the Batcave
Venturing to Chicago where villains roam
Fighting crime
Bringing justice from slime
The Joker up to his crime laughter
Stealing expensive jewelry worth millions from the AJ Glistening Company
Batman theory to trap the Joker in the act
Drop him off in the Justice track
Hound bus highway schedule acceleration
Upon arrival, Batman and Robin have been briefed in the Joker’s raid by the Chicago Police Commissioner, Rodney Smith
Off to the Bat Cycle supplied by the Chicago Police Department
Back of the alley of AJ Glistening Building, Batman and Robin arrive and start climbing and see Joker and his gang attempting to heist the jewelry from the safe
Unknowingly to the Joker, the Dynamic Duo lurking with watchful eyes ready to make their move
The Dynamic Duo make their entrance by smashing through the window
Robin shouts, “Up the river you are going Joker”
The fight erupts on both sides of Justice and Evil
Pow, Boom, Smash and Crash
Joker tries to dash, but Batman throws some knock out gas, and Joker succumbs and faints
Joker crime days cut off
Chicago Police arrive
The Dynamic Duo head for the Chicago Greyhound Terminal
Hound ward bound for Gotham
Batman and Robin battle crime no matter where it is or rises.
You don’t need to rhyme
On every bloody line
You can miss one out
it still works bloody fine
Individual rhythm
is a variant not given
cus individual reads
come from us within
Write it short or long
not sure what’s going on
you don’t have to perfect it
who cares for right and wrong
You don’t have to write a spare verse
like those poets writing rare words
but the family scene on poetrysoup
means don’t be writing swear words
Poetry is a superhero, we can call it Batman
he can’t do super things done by Spider-Man
His achievements come from spending money
write poetry your own way, you ain’t superman
Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City!
It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty.
It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime.
I wouldn’t leave this cesspool, nope, not anytime.
But lately, Batman is gaining the upper hand.
Time for the sleazebags and criminals to expand.
The Dark Knight has no sense of humor when he works.
His face never changes when he beats up the jerks.
The Joker finds humor in any situation -
Laughing his head off at some sick deviation.
He said he’d grow into a comic, and they laughed.
They’re not laughing now, as he practices his craft.
The Riddler gives our brains some things to consider.
He’s a laughing puzzle and conundrum transmitter.
He asked us, “What does a liar do when he’s dead?”
“He lies still” is what he eventually said.
The deformed Penguin’s mother threw him in the river.
He’d grow up in the sewers, but he would forgive her.
The creep learned a lot in that revolting world of slop -
He owns the mayor and police to the very last cop.
Add a new weirdo to this corruption and slime,
To tip the balance to the purveyors of crime.
Batman, meet the man who speaks only in rhyme.
The Rhymer makes your face look like it just ate a lime.