Long Demigod Poems

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Tiger's Eye

I levitated from the lions den
I rose to the sky with a golden crown 
covered in emeralds and diamonds on my head

Now it's time to take back what's mine ! I said with fury 
Another beautiful day! everything that could've killed me 
I overcame, I am proud to still be standing

Grateful for every second and hour of my 24 
because in a tale as old as time there was an eight year old girl
who fought depression, bullying and Life itself

that was as bright as Star, with the might! of a demigod
written in legend, she was the prophecy of the doom of once was called order.
She was a rude awakening to mankind, she had an eye of a tiger.
Form: Rhyme


Far Away Went Countess Almaviva

Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, red and black, tricolored, golden star-stung steel: twisted features, leaden, pale, inflamed; hoarse guffaws. A grim onslaught of pretense. To hear what these kids would say about Cherubino in their rough voices and violent ways. They’re heading to town to get it from behind, all decked out in sickening luxury.

A violent Paradise of runaway sneers! But no match for your Fakirs and hackneyed theatrics. In costumes sewn together with all the taste of a nightmare, they strut through assorted laments, tragedies filled with all every brigand and demigod missing from religion and history. Chinese, Hottentots, bohemians, fools, hyenas, Molochs, ancient lunacies, sinister demons—they slip savage slaps and tickles into your mother’s old chestnuts. A little avant-garde here, some three-hankie stuff there. Master jugglers who use riveting comedy to transform players and scenes. Eyes ignite, blood sings, bones stretch, tears and red rivulets run. Their clowning can last minutes, or months.

Only I have the key to this savage sideshow.

:: 07.31.2022 ::

Miracle In My Womb

From some week
Nauseous I feel 
Last month my period also ceased 
I'd gone to Doctor 
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me. 
A sweet smile ran through my lips 
Oh!  I was tickled pink 
But wait.. 
Is it any pleasantary? 
I'm preggy?  So funny it is. 
I'm just seventeen 
Having no boyfriend 
Or any such relationship 
Again, she checked 
But this time, she was amazed 
She ascertained my virginity 
Also assured my pregnancy 
Spiralled up from blank theory 
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "

I went to the library
turned the pages of biology 
Found the term Parthenogenesis 
A process in which 
Female egg converted into offspring 
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human 
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed 
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where? 
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear 
That I purchased from the science fair 
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream

Biologists regarded this 
As Super parthenogenesis 
After some months or more 
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord

15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"

Premium Member David Must Pay Less Attention In Class

And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view 
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew 
Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew
Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews 

Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky 
Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why 
Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly 
The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try

But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light 
Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight 
His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight 
Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright 

Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way 
The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away 
Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray
Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today 

But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree
A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET 
Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny 
Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we!

So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed
Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed
What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed
Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need 

By
David Kavanagh
Form: Rhyme

We Must Act Before Axe Falls - Part 2

DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham 
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies, where his jumbo jet, a sonic boom stick bewitching like Snape  
temporarily tough feign ruffled feathers sans rape 
pay shuss selfish lust, when world sliding down behavioral sink, 
where he doth jape
and me as distant outlier from madding crowd i gape
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
At the sheer inanity 
trumpeting strumpets donning an innate 
prejudice and senselessness purr 
blind faith toward self avowed demigod -- seize whore viz Cesar
his hair coiffed and puffed like it whir
wind blown kickstart ting mobs to stir
paying bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur
oh...how the masses will let this country 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Go to hell in hand basket
and rack up stratospheric global debt
cause zing this one measly mortal male to fret
that totalitarian rule will force every man, 
woman and child to march....het 
two...three...four, while the billionaire 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet
argh...heavens to Betsy, how did the fickle finger of fate let
this pompous ass 
   vacuumed majority votes across world wide net
to finagle vox populi, and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs 
   with smashed face s as his smart pet
bump ping uglies henchmen set
to create their own version of the tet
offensive, despite croup bawling ashen faced deportees
   whose tears sentence innocent to po' ver tee branding indiscriminately vet
so culled unwanted ill eagle "aliens" 
   labored with nose to grindstone 
   fingers to the bone vainly, their american dream parched whence whet.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Long story short - pondering my rental circumstance will equal net 
zero importance, and will be upended if this ret 
chad, ewol, googly-eyed, gastronomic, narcissistic bullish don will set
the spark for world war three - via gone ah re: ha...ha...ha...to all vet
tureens within the american crucible melting pot - with backs whet
unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman or Sabrina can oust him yet!


Man

Man!
Dont be a fool
Because everything in nature has a rule

Man!
You have to think not only for yourself alone
But for the unborn children even after we are gone
Please think man!
Where is thy conscience
What you cannot take
You are telling me that nonsense.

Man!
Remember your roots because we were once regarded animals
before we started wearing boots
And behold it was paradise
We lay in naked innocence
And we were free
So many trees
And a clear blue sky
There was no need to worry to the day that we die
Free to chose anything we like
There was no need for cowries or gold coins
Because we owned not
We eat wild fruits and drank wild honey
In the night we hunt for boars
And we do so as a team
we dined as a family
But in the present day that is a dream
There were no cities
No government
Because we needed no laws
We were guided by the laws of God
Life is vanity
Man withers away like greens leaves during autumn
Man withers away
Never to be seen again
By his friends and loved ones
like a phantom in night
Disappearing on first sight

Man!
Remember all that land and gold our ancestors stole
Dreams of building empires as our goal. 
For the sake of economic prosperity
We wreaked the earth 
We enslaved our fellow man
Do you forget
But the more we had
The more we lacked
Those savages are asking for their land back

Man!
You have to think 
We must be careful not to throw our future in a sink
Man!
Time is going
The earth is dying 
But we are lying
She dying slowly
And soon there will be no animals
No plants
On earth
Not even insects
Just Man
And his machines
And the earth will no longer be how it is today
Man is doomed
We all have to pay
Technology can not bring back the earth
Just let nature take it cause
Or be prepare for the worse

Man!
Children are dying
Because of wars
Poverty
And this frightening

Man!
Where is thy conscience
Mr Overlord!
Demigod!
Your evil concept
Where the love
Is it up in space
Why cant we love
Why cant we unite
With every race
Rather I see men boast of greed
While women sell their bodies to feed
It so sad
My heart will bleed
To see that poor fellow in great need

Premium Member Your Back In the Room

What would it be like to start all over again, 
I mean isn’t that the reason, so many of us pen,
It just opens up every unknown possibility,
Some beautiful some dark, others downright ugly,

But alas the truth is, we’ll probably never know,
Unless I endeavor to reverse time’s flow,
Oh here we go again, he’s still living in the past, 
Well actually I’m not, it’s more a forecast,

Picturing the future, not as hard as it seems,
We do it every night, yeah but only in dreams,
Still have to wake up, and face tomorrow,
Make ends meet, work, pay back what we borrow,

Now this is the bit where I go quite insane,
Stand back as I cast off these holding chains,
Oh Christ! he’s just done another line of cocaine,
No I’m clean and sober, or so I maintain,

Gonna get hypnotized by this shrink I know,
Put in a permanent stupor, my life I’ll forego,
Wander this planet, with my head in the clouds,
On every continent have a fabulous house,

Leave behind the rat race, start a new religion,
Where there’s no big brother, and no supervision,
Do all this by surrogate, from my own living room,
Embedded forever in this simulated womb,

Will make time go slowly, say one minute a year,
So a day is a Millennium, time will almost disappear,
When I make love will last, the whole century long, 
The agony of ecstasy, oh my will is so strong, 

Passion will be bliss, happiness put on tap,
No death, gonna rid my world of all this crap,
Write beautiful poetry, til the cows come home,
Muse about Italy, Venice, Naples and Rome,

Oh god I’m flying high, soaring unchained,
Not an ache in my body, slight twinge or pain,
A demigod of nature, gladiator fighting to be free,
come on join in, spend a moment here with me,

All the haters, you’ll be expelled to hell,
Liars and time wasters, yeah you as well,
I will not stop, gonna raise the dead,
Well only the good ones, under my bed?

Boy that was great, was it good for you too,
And for a moment, I was really there, it’s true,
No need to get drunk, wasted out of my mind,
Open up your imagination, it’s simply sublime. 

85 billion neurons, in the average human brain,
Stars in the Milky Way, more or less the same,
Please listen when I tell you, never be restrained,
Reality of truth’s alive, not to find it is a shame. 

By
David Kavanagh
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Onslaught

#One should be cautious in starting a war, but 
once begun, it should be carried out thoroughly#

     #Quote by Hirohito circa Dec 1942#

                       Onslaught 

         As little boy fell over Hiroshima, 
        a demigod dismayed how it grew 
          Into a fat man above Nagasaki, 
        Hirohito said, so I’m the devil too

       Both are one, and the same person, 
        to say otherwise is splitting atoms
         When two suns appear overhead, 
       an emperors duality, cannot fathom 

        And necessary evil is a dubious sin,
       willpower making its choice that day
        Expedience worked saving millions 
        I’m firmly on the side of Enola Gay

     Reckoning came, not a flash in the pan
     for marching POWs to death, at Bataan
       Also, Pearl harbour, Iwo Jima, Guam
      Midway, Okinawa, Tarawa, and Saipan

       Job’s done, the mission accomplished
        a time to celebrate, peace be strong 
     our conscience does not need absolution 
       obliterated by belief, we did no wrong 


Little Boy/Fat man, US code names
for the atomic bombs in WW2

Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Prompt chosen Onslaught 
07/11/22
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ode To the Coffeemaker

To the little machine, that's so hard to clean
And sits alone on the shelf,
I'm thankful to you, for that potion you brew
That turns me into myself.
You may be a squatter, but I still give you water
Some grounds and then flip a switch
My steps I retrace, brush teeth, wash face
Come back and drink 'til I twitch

You're always ready, you drip so steady
And that smell is heaven sent.
You always work quiet and help with my diet,
My hunger you circumvent.
I have heard you stutter, sometimes spit and sputter
But in truth, that's all on me
If I do my part, then simply push start
Then you do the rest for free.

You start everyday helping me find my way
As I wake in my early brain fog
Then at noon, then night, you continuously delight
You're my hero, my silent demigod
Life wasn't the same before you came
 I just couldn't seem to wake up
So here's to you and all that you do
A Toast!  Hang on, let me fill my cup.


   Daniel Turner
       2/22/23
Form: Ode

Superman

STANZA ONE
He had the heart of a lion
And the strength of a bear
Ripping his enemies apart
He would crush and tear
Man of steel
With charm and grace
No one can dare confront him
Or look at his face
He is all over the world
And all over the place
He stands on the silver clouds
And drift through the winds
The colour of his skin matters less
As long as he is bless
By God
Samson! David or my Mohammed Ali
Roosevelt or Lincoln
Whatever name you may be
Oh! Superman
He has come to rescue us from harm
I love the way he looks
His carriage and charm
You remind of Horatio Nelson
The way you fight with one arm
And he looks above the horizon like a demigod
His composure was calm and undisturbed
Oh! Superman
Messenger of God
He prays hard to the Almighty and serves the Lord
Oh Superman!
The strongest man I have ever seen
A man  a thousand men can not win
He had the strength of Samson 
And the wisdom of Solomon
He is the king of us all
But he will not acknowledge
that title
Firm like Stalin
When it is time to take a decision
Never look back
Takes no permission
The true hero of the revolution
Was Leon Trosky
Washington of our time
Deliver us from the Great Evil
No matter where it may be
Oh Superman! Oh Superman! Oh Superman!
He lives in me
I am determine to sacrifice my life 
For the sake others
So that all men will be free
And stand for the rights of men
Where ever they may be
I will seek them in the lions den
And send evil doers to the past
With one blast
And that will be their last

STANZA TWO
He had the heart of a lion
And the strength of a bear
Ripping his enemies apart
He would crush and tear
Man of steel
With charm and grace
No one can dare confront him
Or look into at his face
Samson! David or my Mohammed Ali
Roosevelt or Lincoln
Whatever name you may be
Oh! Superman
When he was born an old witch 
Saw a prophecy
That a king is coming soon
Because the Moon was still shining even at afternoon
And the sun was still sleeping in his lazy crib
To live a promising life of adventure
Little did his parents know 
That he was a man as a child 
Before he would grow
And his glory would glow
Like the Alpha Centauri
Oh Superman!
From dusk to dawn
He lays awake
And would take 
Any challenge that comes his way
And would live his life like every other day
And he would live his life for the sake of others
Defender of justice and freedom
Thinks like an old sage
Because he has wisdom
Form: Epic

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