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Terror has returned to the heart of Gotham City
Commissioner Gordon’s task sure isn’t pretty
Penguin, the Joker and Riddler are back on the scene
Stirring terror in our hearts, they sure are so mean
Wearing his mask and cape is our hero Bruce Wayne
With Batman around we hope peace will reign
Driving at the speed of light, you can hear the tyres squeal
When Batman is behind the wheel of the ‘Batmobile’
Batman doesn’t possess specific super powers
But he outwits the villains for many hours
Working together with is his faithful sidekick Robin
ZAP! KAPOW! Soon the villain’s heads are throbbing
Above the city buildings way up high
The Batman spotlight illuminates the sky
With the criminals locked up in jail, their job is done
They return to the ‘Batcave’ after a successful outcome
Contest: Comic Book Heroes .Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
24th May 2015
They were to meet in middle of the mall
He clearly misunderstood... his downfall
If there had been some writing on the wall
This fight might not have happened at all
Unsure of what to wear or where to look
It's important to give more than he took
He seemed caught like a fish on a hook
His life story could be a comic book
He remembered everything that he could
Wanting to make amends for this, he would
Deep in his heart of hearts he knew he should
Would giving her the moon do any good?
Not his best day, if you know what I mean
Not a first mistake or last to be seen
Clearly, he committed to coming clean
He secretly wished to be somewhere serene
August 22, 2018
Litany of Poetic Devices
By Line Gauthier
1. Consonance;
2. Oxymoron;
3. Truism;
4. Internal Rhyme;
5. Homophones;
6. Idiom;
7. Simile;
8. Metaphor;
9. Tautology;
10. Hyperbaton;
11. Metonymy;
12. Rhetoric Question;
13. Innuendo;
14. Aphorism;
15. Alliteration;
16. Euphony
I try to see
back before
to who Eddy once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddy was after all
a cute child
wide eyed
hugging kissing and kind
Somehow horrible happened
It tricked and trapped his mind
Loud shouting screaming sounds
parents preaching pain
through domestic degradation
careless communication
fraught with frustration
Pass the potatoes please
then spilled milk smacking sensation
belt welts broken eggs no bacon
Get up go clean up
never ever interrupt
battles brief and abrupt
ranting and raving
mom misbehaving
Eddy helpless and in need of saving
experiencing what no child should be braving
Learning man lessons
before he started shaving
He can't depend on dear dad
who pretends perfection
in his ship shape barber shop
where his jolly joking rarely stops
Important friends doctors and cops
humorous happy back slaps
Eddy feels hidden looks and subtle attacks
Shoe shine simple
comic book quick
When the shop closes
Tearful Eddy gets another licking
At two times five even Eddy starts kicking
his hurt turns into fists swinging
runaway day trip escaping
Then away he starts staying
getting into trouble time
not enough praying
rules that need breaking
Who he'll become
there's little mistaking
what he wants he happily starts taking
He can't shake the mistakes
Travels life fast with worn brakes
Tears turn into lakes
He has and has caused
many heart breaks
Sometimes past prisons
Are to hard to escape
I think of my daddy
dear Eddy
and my soul shakes
Sometimes time ticks
Other times it just takes!
Inspired by a comment made by John Hamilton after he read my
poem "between the words of my father".
My Entry for S. Grace's "Mental Illness Contest."
An attractive young woman of pale skin and dark flowing hair,
She wears a silver ankh on a chain, has an eye Horus tattoo;
Sister of Destiny, Dream, Destruction, Despair and Delirium,
Death.
Meets you at birth and at death, twice in life,
She loves her job as guide to another existence;
Meeting the recently departed with her divine touch,
Death has power, agility, cosmic awareness, intellect.
A shape shifter, immortal, magical fictional comic character,
Appearing in 173 comic book series with other super heroes;
DC Comics wrote her character to be nurturing, warm and caring,
She is Lord and personification of death and life.
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May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Bio/''Death'' of the Endless
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-542-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La france
Death is the second eldest of the Endless comic book family
Written for the Premier contest, Comic Book Character,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 2015
Fifth Place
My brain is racked!
Beside me, a tower of comic books is stacked -
House of X and Powers of X, fresh from the Box -
the epic stories of HOX and POX.
Inside my head, I feel an awful pain -
if I only had a mutant brain!
Then I could read and understand
the story of Krakoa island -
but then, humans will never cease
to war against mutants, and let them live in peace.
So, if I were a mutant, I wouldn't admit it,
and if you think I'm one, please forget it.
Let's just say, I'll put these words in code,
so Nimrod won't catch me on the mutant road,
a path of water on the sea,
to Krakoa, the place that's meant for me.
One day our people will learn to live again,
and keep all our memories and then
mutants like me will all be off the hook
cuz we'll remember every comic book.
Eddie/Dad
I try to see
back before
to who Eddie once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddie was after all
a cute child
wide eyed
hugging kissing and kind
Somehow horrible happened
It tricked and trapped his mind
Loud shouting screaming sounds
parents preaching pain
through domestic degradation
careless communication
fraught with frustration
Pass the potatoes please
then spilled milk smacking sensation
belt welts broken eggs no bacon
Get up go clean up
never ever interrupt
battles brief and abrupt
ranting and raving
mom misbehaving
Eddie helpless and in need of saving
experiencing what no child should be braving
Learning man lessons
before he started shaving
He can't depend on dear dad
who pretends perfection
in his ship shape barber shop
where his jolly joking rarely stops
Important friends doctors and cops
humorous happy back slaps
Eddie feels hidden looks and subtle attacks
Shoe shine simple
comic book quick
When the shop closes
Tearful Eddie gets another licking
At two times five even Eddie starts kicking
his hurt turns into fists swinging
runaway day trip escaping
Then away he starts staying
getting into trouble time
not enough praying
rules that need breaking
Who he'll become
there's little mistaking
what he wants he happily starts taking
He can't shake the mistakes
Travels life fast with worn brakes
Tears turn into lakes
He has and has caused
many heart breaks
Sometimes past prisons
Are to hard to escape
I think of my daddy
dear Eddie
and my soul shakes
Sometimes time ticks
Other times it just takes!
Reading Captain America brings me great joy
He's more than a comic book, not a mere toy
I enjoy his fights for freedom every day
and how he defeats the bad guys in every single way
He dresses up in a costume which seems like a lot of fun
but he only fights with his shield, never with a gun
Going at it for way over eighty years
he's captured our attention and all of our ears
Writing this poem is taking a break from reading another issue
but when I'm back it will be hip-hip-hooray and never any tissues
I'd like to say the joy Captain America brings me is ever so grand
I encourage you to read his comic books too, again and again
Thursday, July 21, 2022
JOY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
It is not through his hand
Nor his imagination
That we view the City of Gold
It is through the experiences of the Artist
George Siejka.
I remember George
Only nine, ten years old
Hunched over a small desk
Drawing under poor lighting
Bringing life and dialogue
To comic book characters.
Art was the escape vehicle
From a mother’s shame
Battling loneliness
In a working class family
George was a dreamer
From the very beginning.
Artists have art
But George’s work
Is more than just paint
And brush stokes
On canvas
He creates a vivid image
Remarkable in its realism
In the City of Gold
There is an opening in an
Old chain link fence
Space barely large enough
For a hand to reach out
Or press a face against cold steel
For a glimpse
Of a restless city
Just a river away.
Some say it’s easier to walk on water
Than to live in the City of Gold.
The panting is stark
Representing those who look in from the outside
From places like Brooklyn
Where people live with modest dreams
And face
Birth
And death
As close companions
It is also a place where the young,
Strong and independent,
Are not afraid
To cross boundaries
Or face life
A rusted fence
Will not stand in their way
They will make it
To the other side
Past the City of Gold
And beyond.
Stayin’ up again, all nite long,
Comic book characters take me along,
On midnite rides of fun and fear,
Oh, to have free time & some cheer.
The lites are brightly burning eyes,
The SDO is on the sly,
Can’t stop now, 4 hours more,
Can’t sleep now or close the door.
Oh yeh, it’s great to count the tiles,
On and along for endless miles,
Minds going blank can’t see at all,
Whoa back buck I’m startin’ to fall.
Chessmen smile and say “Go slow”
Grasp latch and swing wide the window,
Crisp cool air comes tumbling in,
Yes, its true someday soon I’ll win.
2 a.m. and all’s going well,
Think I'll sit and rest a spell,
Bill Baileys on to cheer me up!
But all I know is this place sucks!
“Sign that Roster, give me your card!”
The pig shouts out, man is he hard.
I sit and smile and dream and gaze,
I’m now down to 9 more days….
On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus
mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker
her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap
hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the upper deck
the bus driver tips his cap and starts the greyhound engine
mother pauline tells the little boy they are going to redding
she gives him a batman comic book and a box of milk duds
nighttime is coming as stout pauline flips on the ceiling lamp
euthanizing elevator music seeps from an overhead speaker
jodi sands sings ‘kiss by kiss’ as the bus driver grips the wheel
the double decker dashes down alameda with taillights on fire
flashing by foggy neon cocktail dives drinking in the darkness
rushing now on life’s dream highway like an insane eel dancing
now rushing at 65 mph they ride on interstate 5’s scarred back
freckled boy tiredly yawns and lies upon the soft lap of pauline
tired mother peers out the window and sees the fast blur of life
she focuses her sight and sees her mountain of love sleeping
an hour of fast driving leads to closed eyes and driveling yawns
old men snore in the back as erect streetlights pass by unseen
mother pauline thinks of husband fred back home being alone
she wonders if fred misses her as much as she now misses him
wonders if he’s snoring in bed right now as loud as the old men
soon she will be in redding to find a house and to scout the town
soon the sun will rise when the yuba street bus depot is reached
freckled boy continues to sleep and dream in pauline’s soft lap
the greyhound speeds up interstate 5 like an insane eel dancing