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Queen Alexandra

a post from 2014
for my beautiful granddaughter, Alexandra

After 13 days of confinement, 
a caterpillar broke out of her butterfly egg,
Then ate the shell and pipevine leaf, 
upon which it was laid,
A small fuzzy caterpillar, 
with red spikes sticking out her sides and top,
She noticed on her middle, 
a bright yellow colored spot-

Pipevine plants are toxic, 
to things that are alive,
But for Queen Alexandra, 
they would help her to survive,
These leaves would be her food source – 
a repellent to her foes,
And if a predator caught her, 
they’d vomit up and go-

Queen Alexandra wondered, 
where on earth she might be,
Glancing at a tree canopy, 
1,300 feet above the sea, 
She noticed the thick greenery, 
covering all the ground below,
And knew that only in a rainforest, 
could this kind of vegetation grow-

Queen Alexandra didn’t know the name, 
Papua New Guinea,
The tropical rainforest home, 
to the largest butterflies that be,
Loggers destroying habitat, 
collectors catching this species fast,
Predictions for her family – 
only until the year 2021 to last-

Queen Alexandra as a caterpillar, 
ate and grew for 120 days,
Shedding her skin six times was work, 
not any fun or play, 
Then she tightly clung 
to the underside of a pipevine leaf,
And changed into a pupa, 
the outside hardening as a protective sheath-

Inside changing her looks,
” metamorphosis” in her safe cocoon,
Forty days later emerging as a butterfly, 
in hours long before noon,
Her 12 inch wings were mostly brown, 
with pale yellow hues,
Her brother’s wings were smaller, 
with streaks of iridescent blue-

So flying up they joined a group – 
Queen Alexandra and her brother,
A gathering of butterflies together, you see,
is referred to as a “flutter,”
For about three months they’d fly, 
at the top of the tree canopy,
This endangered “Queen Alexandra” Butterfly, 
a beautiful rarity to see!
Form: Rhyme


Forgotten

Out of sight, Out of mind
that's putting it kind
never told never asked
always the one getting bypassed

Parties. events, holidays too
not even invited to the family barbecue
One the process then the black sheep
after that I was treated like a creep 

Hello, I am the forgotten child
You know, the one you exiled
never being understood 
from childhood to adulthood

never acknowledged never seen
then blamed for everything in between
important events just overlooked
my calendars empty, trust me I looked

Don't know the place 
don't know the time
reminding me not whine
families become strangers
when the bonds are endangered

Anything in common how would I know
I only get th memos
being invisible isn't as fun as it seems
super hero powers aren't everyones dreams

I don't know you at all you know me even less
gosh, do you even know my address

why do I try
it just makes me want to cry 
isolated even more 
as soon as I walk in the door

Sunday phone calls are few nd far between
who knew we gave up that routine
nothing to report nothing to say
family bonds continue to fray

no fighting was hard no arguments made
I should be the one feeling betrayed
I wonder if you feel the same 
you all stay. silent nothing to proclaim

Draining my spirit crushing my soul
its nothing I can control 
until you acknowledge your part
healing can't start
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Moon Knight With Delusive Disorder

In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.

When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life as the defender of the moon.

For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu  transmits his power to Moon Knight, 
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.

After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded, 
its force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.

Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.

 _______________

March, 22,  2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Form: Persona

Once Aboard the Desert Submarine

once aboard the desert submarine
anchored by the golden sundial
outlandish and phosphorescent
we crossed the greatness 
of many drowned landscapes
fluxes of algae and shrewish freesias
cloistering up
dans le château à la lune
where the ragman’s lantern announces
the arrival of the fearful butter knight
he’s tattered and salted
the endangered specimen
straight from the cabinet of Walter Potter
the missing piece of a lifeless diorama
the granite giant of bronze ages
walking at the speed of light
he’s an itinerant vendor
and with his grand dexterity
he’ll get us before we
summon the witnesses
his crime forgotten
his crime simply victimless
once aboard the desert submarine
we’re outlandish and phosphorescent
and we’ll have our moon Halloween
and honeymoon of adolescence

Without a Doubt

All I need do is just take one look at His Creation
In any tiny little nook on any part of this great Nation
I need only one breathe of His air like a shimmering gust
As so often I do declare that it is only in God that I will trust

Boy can that fly fly as Charlotte bounds about casting her web
Then in wait she will lie as His Creation constantly continues to ebb
And all the different birds of the sky as above the earth they do soar
Don't you ever ask yourself why and want to try to learn even more

The Elephant the Tiger and the Bear the Giraffe the Seal and the Fox
For trying to figure it is not even fair as it's Our Lord who created the box 
The Crocodile the Snake and Monkey it's the Lord sense of humor I see
The big old dog and that tiny little flea oh and the other creature He made free

Would you not bow before a king or kneel in meeting the Queen
For His Praises you should sing even if you don't know what I mean
The Shark the Bee the Rat the Whale the Praying Mantis are all aware
Like the seeing eye Dog and the endangered Bat oh how He took such great care
Form: Rhyme


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Love that saved stork

“It’s a very beautiful bird. It can never be ugly! 
It’s the most beautiful bird in the world!”
- Quote by Purnima Devi Barman, 
Wildlife biologist who saved 
Greater Adjutant stork species
-------------------------------------------------------
Greater Adjutant stork 
Uncomely looks
Despised by all
For being ugly
No other fault

No graceful gait
No melody
Awkward height
Impolite eater
Unsettled gaze

A woman fell in love
Raised an all woman
Hargila army to save
To educate, made those
Who despised love the bird

Rescued, 
Rehabilitated
Cared, 
Now the storks
Live in peace

Love can change
Love can conquer
Love is best when
Under pressure, so
Says the saved storks

An endangered bird
Brought back to live
Just because one
Woman saw beauty
In this incongruous bird

Premium Member My Favorite Wild Animal

My favorite wild animal is 
as strong as Hulk Hogan
and eats fresh quail.


She is as strong as 
Chuck Norris, and Rocky,
and they fly faster than mail.


My favorite animal makes a 
hungry cheetah look unnaturally slow.


He conforms into a aerodynamic 
teardrop when he hunts below.

My favorite wild animal is 
a dark bird of prey, 
who makes quick strikes.


When mice and rats 
and small birds watch them
carry off their friends,
they  yell "Yikes!"

Clocked at 242 mph
they are the fastest 
wild animals on earth.


The mama 
peregrine falcon 
reproduces in litters 
of three or four eggs, 
30 days until birth.

They are located everywhere 
except the rain forest, 
New Zealand and the poles.


Hungry foxes would 
love to catch these white-faced, 
yellow-eyed creatures, but they're too slow.


Peregrine's enemies 
are the bald eagles, 
great horned owl, and the hawks.


They were eating 
carrier pigeons in France, 
and lots of Frenchmen squawked.

Their natural color is 
black and gray;
they strike so quickly, and on time.


They've been off the 
endangered list since 
August 25th, 1999.


If you ever see a teardrop 
shape dropping toward you 
swiftly from the sky,


Check your pockets 
for fresh quail. 
If it's not there, 
you're going to die.

                            written May 12, 2018
Form: Rhyme

New World, New System

A new world,
A new home for all,
Everyone on equal footing,
Even distribution of resources,
None needs necessities,
I’m not held by the pangs of hunger,
My brother doesn’t dwell in shanties,
The world is not ravaged 
by sicknesses and diseases,
Crime and hostility 
do not lurk around the corner,
We don’t indulge in recriminations,  
No one takes a pound of flesh,
Guns, bombs and missiles 
are not wielded by us,
We don’t hurl them at each other,
We raise no walls,
The air is clean and conducive, 
Nature is in its pristine state,
Unharmed and not endangered,
I’m not at my brother’s mercy,
I’m not his puppet, 
A world for the weak and strong, 
A world for the low and mighty,
A world for the gifted and paranormal,
Brotherliness entrenched,
United with one voice.

Fate Spares No One

Fate spares no one
when it comes to inflict pain;
never being compassionate,
much less compliant...

Frequent supplications of pity,
don't appease this beast 
seeking victims to devour;
and the stricken` are taken captive
without  tears to shed,
having nothing to hope for...
but  they are all confined to agony,
cut off from anyone and anything!  

Fate spares no one a single hair...
wealth or poverty,
ugliness or beauty
are put on a balanced scale,
to impart  all their own share;
equality is frivolous and unfair!

Plagues are infected by ignorance,
or by a shocking lack of regard...
thus making all an endangered species;
medicine doesn't always find the cure,
patients retort and give in to vengeance...
that's when fate flings its sword:
to remind them that  it  is
as invincible as ever!      

Fate spares no one...not even I;
what life acclaims, fate disdains!
For endless ages it  ruled over many:
deceiving hearts, destroying lives;
very seldom it was powerless
to take control over the strong ones, 
who refused to see the face of a Goliath...
spreading terror through the earth!

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