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Hellboy is a well-meaning fictional half-demon Superhero,
he was created by Mike Mignola and first appeared in a 1993 comic;
his mother has died but was a human witch called Sarah Hughes;
and his father is Azzael, the Archduke of Hell. Hellboy was conceived in 1617.
He was summoned from Hell to Earth by Nazi Occultist to spawn hatred,
but that failed and he was adopted by Professor Trevor Bruttenholm;
and was raised a normal boy except for the tail, horns, and a stone hand,
in time he grew to be a very large red skinned adult with cloven feet.
His oversized right hand is made of stone and is called The Hand of Doom,
and he has super human strength, resists injury, heals quickly from all things;
like machine guns, swords, falls from extreme heights, and from fire,
he works for the B.P.R.D. -The Bureau For Paranormal Research and Defense.
Hellboy is considered the worlds greatest paranormal investigator,
as he can comprehend all languages (but he can be killed;)
he has inspired countless comics, series, films, graphic novels,
paperback books, even games. This is a superhero to have as a friend.
He was killed twice, once in a fight with a Dragon and Blood Queen,
and again with a Witch and an Iron Maiden, so, how does he come back;
the first time he was found in a coffin and came back to life,
and the second time he died- he was seen in Hell later drinking in a pub.
and so the story continues ...
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January 14, 2022
Poetry/Bio/Hellboy
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1421-598-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Mignolaverse
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 01/31/2022
First Place
Tie your shoes
Step to the side
Let the gentlemen
Past you bye
You think it's
Funny slouching
around
I wish you'd
Start thinking
and ask me why
get it right the first time
Or get close enough
Don't clutter your thoughts
when sing
Steer your audience down
When they applaud
Thank them for coming
give praise to the Lord
Make them laugh before
Intermission
Change you clothes
make sure nothings missing
make sure everyone knows
there lines
stop worrying you'll
do just fine
tune the orchestra with the one
the curtain call has just begun
break a leg, do your thing
your ground singers
are the real thing
Wait till the first night they have always said
Defile not the bed they have always said
More than it was predicted it was
Painfully joyful and memorable without any pause it was
It was a fun never experienced, which made it unexpected
None of the adventures was unwanted
It felt like there should be no tomorrow
Especially when he introduced the style of wheelbarrow
I could not catch my breathe
For his grips were so tender on my breast
I have always thought it would be easy
Until he reached for my pussy
Don't blame me for being too raw
The experience was sweeter than war
It could make one forget and violate the law
The strokes were captivating
The touches were breath taking
The seldom kisses were mind blowing
The twosome was awesome
Wondering what it would be like if it was threesome
I have never experienced sixty nine
Till he took me to as high as cloud nine
I don't want to keep describing
In order not to get some innocents horny and imagining
I only want to say...wait for the night as they have always said
Defile not the bed as they have always said
Just so you can have a blast in your first time like mine
ABSOL
Out of all the creatures that live in the sea
There is only one that stands out for me
Cute looking and grey and on it's back a fin
You have probably guessed, it is the dolphin.
I'll describe them in detail so in your mind you can see
I will do my best to create some imagery
They grow eight foot long; have a tail and a fin
And a flipper on each side that helps them to swim.
A pod or a school is what you would call their group
They can do backward flips and loop the loop
Their food source is found in all the world's oceans
There's squid, small fish, plankton and crustaceans.
With cute slit eyes and a skin of silky grey
You can swim with them, but you'll have to pay
There are many now living in captivity
Now surely thats wrong , they all should be free.
Half of their brain stays awake when they go to sleep
Thats to prevent them from drowning when they're in the deep
They use echolocation, scientists have found
And thats how they know how to find their way around.
Sometimes they seem to jump up vertically
Spy-hop thats called so their surroundings they see
They sometimes follow ships and swim alongside
They're conserving their energy, they call that bow-ride.
The favourite is the bottlenose but there are others as well
Some species of dolphins in big rivers do dwell
They are very intelligent and awesome to see
And very beautiful creatures, I'm sure you'll agree.
To see them swim in the ocean is a beautiful sight
So keep your eyes peeled and one day you might
The first time that I saw one, I was just a child
In a movie called 'Flipper' sadly not in the wild.
Their habitat is changing and that's a tragedy
Because man is so selfish and pollutes the sea
And with careless fishing some do not survive
So solutions must be found so that dolphins can thrive.
Written on 15th January 2018.
Revised 15th February 2020
Entered into the 'Dolphins' poetry contest hosted by
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver.
The weight I carried has settled,
not vanished, but pinned in place -
a fragile truce between my mind
and the pills I swallow, trembling.
They don’t call it a cure,
and I don’t ask for one;
but it’s enough to feel the unraveling slow.
I feel the world bleed into softer shapes,
colours no longer clawing at my skin,
the air no longer suffocating with noise.
The chaos still growls, caged but alive,
watching, waiting,
but I stand, grounded,
no longer flinching at silence,
or the darkness I once begged
to swallow me whole.
I don’t ache with every breath anymore,
the oppression of my thoughts no longer crushing,
gnawing at my chest.
I don’t fight shadows that cling like chains,
or drown in static, my mind splintering.
Now, I wake, and the world’s
no longer a battlefield -
for the first time in years,
I feel the weight of the earth beneath me,
no longer lost.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s enough to stand on.
265.
My 43rd Leaf
Removed thee from tree
It's sturdy and tall
I think not native
Looks familiar but
Do not know its name
By the Trappist monks
Who live by in there
Or just a planter
Folk or foreigner
Don't know who planted
About to enter
The souvenir shop
Where we bought some goods
About 3 o'clock
On way to the wharf
Just in front the shop
Selling souvenirs
Foods and rosaries
Decors and softdrinks
A monastery
On field trip again
But first time in there
With Crim. 2 students
A new experience
That I should treasure!
-04/01/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
I wish I knew what to say
But at times I don't
That's why people get hurt
And hold it to heart
I wish I could take it all back
But doing so will only bring new scars
Cause old scars would be opening up to me
And it was already hard healing the first time round
I wish I had it all in control
But I've got only two hands,
at times I too get overwhelmed
That's why my heads always in the clouds
I wish I could make it all right
But at times it's better they went left
Cause atleast then we can blame something
Cause humans always find a way to point fingers
I wish you knew how deeply sorry I am
If I could I could make it whole again
But how can I make it whole while I'm also in pieces,
I've had a lifetime and I've yet to figure myself out
The PO£T
I met someone, she has my heart
I gave it to her from the start
She didn't know but I sure knew
The her, the someone, the she, is you
The first time I laid eyes I saw
That you had on me quite the draw
And ever since that special day
I've wanted us to go away
To be together, you and I
And let the world and time go by
To spend the days both hand in hand
To write you love notes in the sand
And what would in those love notes be?
Things for just your eyes to see
Things discussed late in the night
Things I'd do with all my might
Things where we'd both feel so good
Unspoken signals understood
Gifts and favors done with love
Whatever things we may think of
Limits? None, all things fair game
No two times would be the same
Imagination? Lots in store
Demonstration? Close the door
The wind sweeps over my bikini
and combs through my hair
This canoe ride.. is like a glass of red wine
The Naked grape my favourite kind.
I feel at peace...............
For the first time, in a while
completely rid of my anxieties
The sun embraces my skin
My china doll ceramic is so accepting
My golden retriever fearlessly jumps off the dock
he flies
He seeks adventure and see's life for what it is
You see because life is two people throwing a frisbee.
Chasing the disc back and forth desperately in hopes of the one momentarty tasting his own
personal victories
Or those moments where you throw back your hair to the wind
Uncaring for the consequences
This is how he lives
My golden retriever is the essence of living,, unaware of how his actions may be percieved
as emberrassing.
Because he lives how he feels free, and when your free
your mind explodes like a dying star and is reborn into a forming galaxy
That is all he needs.
When is it in life that we as humans just accept life for the catch and release
The elegant flight of the greek discus
When we should be tossing away our laptops, and blackberries
I'm sick of fashion magazines
telling me what is the right skinny
Because I have two skin cascadian mountains erupting from my chest
I have hips like the sticks of dynamite
and nile river torso
and a bottom that is as flat as a pizza dough
You realize the quirks and aspects that make you as an individual
BEAUTIFUL
Live like the dog that is hidden in the back of your mind
find the little things that make you gratified
Love the people around you, and celebrate their arrivals like a carnival
Eat your bowls of food like they were your last meal
Lay out on the carpet as if you lay in a bed with sheets made from Egyptian Silks
This is the way to live your life I am telling you
It was October and we were in a church
the white was reflecting off our shirts
stood next to him, it was the very first time
I felt myself start to wish that he would be mine.
Or at that sleepover a couple of years before, we laid there and closed the door
it would be the first and last time for years, I’d accept
the fate that has me now, left in love debt.
But back then I was scared to say, that it felt right to there be laid
now I know that I could’ve stayed but we were both so afraid, to prove them right with the words that they’d say.
Then there was the class clown, wherever I’d go he’d be around.
Walked home together once or twice,
sat on the phone putting the world to rights.
When I was asked I’d blush and deny, say that he was just some guy
one who I barely even knew, one who’s actions I had disapproved
of these three, who all knew me
one feeling was truly key:
I swallowed my burning desire
each time it was rising higher.
Everyone had sized me up so long ago
I had to act like I was the last to know
it followed me right through to when I was eighteen, in my new home lived him, destined for screen.
With a face so beautiful and an everlasting charm, how could I continue to pull my own arm?
So it was time to finally end the scene
and now I reel from all that I’ve seen
with the good, the ill and the mean.
I have them to thank, this now I know
they wrote the plot
of a completely different show.