Long Hulk Poems
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Khaki lapped mangroves, sun bouncing transferred
Journeys bright flashes along branches texture
Conveyerbelt spot lights glide, bright pattern superb
Bath tidal shallow travels water's gold reflection
High heat subdued by horse tail tassled foliage
Sea loving pine hung in bunches, long drapes swung
Salty silt bed rigid roots drink in river knowledge
Steady light slide show rhythms calm dance among
Hectic city spectacle, hulk forty storey bulk surly
Gaped naked windows glare against cement facade
Dominate diminished dunes, emit shadows early
Rough road map arms umbrella mangroves in mirage
A million miles distance gifted in fifty metre gap
Delicate crescent of white sand, best spot on globe
Display of unreal critters crawl warm yellow sap
Dappled place of sanctuary spurs disco bulb strobe
25th September
Gold Coast, Australia
She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world between us two,
Lame and proscribed.
She wandered through flighty directions.
Grouches filled her lugubrious lungs,
Blotches on the sludged track, echoing
Her slouch.
She was one mass of trembling grief.
I was one hulk of ruinous pain.
Between us, the funeral of love.
Threnodies held court on the once soft
Yolk of hugs that sensitized an ageing
Romance.
Dawn darkened with the pulse of grief
Rain pelted the senses held by solemn
Consternations, recreating a fruitless
Void of hollow trepidations.
She lurched and sidled towards the
Crag-lined route, towards earth’s drooling
Beck... and I knew the funeral
Was over.
Halloween is favorite time of year,
Time to face and conquer your fears.
The ghouls and goblins come to my side,
I catch a glimpse of Frankenstein and his bride.
There are vampires about,
The werewolves raise a raucous and get loud.
The witches stir up their brew,
The grazillas gather their entire crew.
The elves are so timeless and beautiful,
And the pumpkins sure are fruitful.
The zombies arise from the dead,
And the ghosts walk among us again.
The pirates are once again sailing the high seas,
The pepper makes the chefs sneeze.
Darth Vader can conquer the Earth with his Death Star,
And we can travel back to the future in an awesome car.
Iron Man,
Can save us all again.
Captain America can save the world dressed in tights,
As creepy eyes light the night.
The Hulk can smash,
And the black cats can give you a rash.
Mike Myers can give you a thrill,
And Jason can make you scream so shrill.
Freddy can keep you awake,
While Jason keeps you from lakes.
The bats creep from their caves,
The princes always save the maves.
Romeo can wed his Juliet,
In a ceremony no one will forget.
So when you think of Halloween,
And alll it can mean...
Think of fairy- tales coming true,
And hopefully Halloween will be special for you too!
When the sky forgot its promise
and the ground beneath us shook with doubt,
they did not arrive as legends first
but as fractures learning how to stand.
A man out of time,
Captain America,
carrying a shield shaped like a question:
What does it mean to be good
When the world keeps changing, the answer?
A genius in armor,
Iron Man,
forging courage out of consequence,
each spark in his chest a reminder
that even brilliance must learn to be human.
A god with thunder in his veins,
Thor,
discovering that worthiness
is not inherited by lightning,
but earned in the quiet storms within.
A mind that is a battlefield,
Hulk,
where rage and sorrow collide
yet in the breaking,
there is still a heart that wants to heal.
A silent shadow with a ledger of red,
Black Widow,
proving that redemption is not a destination,
but a thousand choices
made in the dark.
A marksman who never misses,
Hawkeye,
standing among gods with nothing but aim and will,
teaching us that heroism
does not require thunder, only resolve.
Together, they are not perfection
they are in contradiction,
collision,
a chorus of broken notes
finding harmony in the face of ruin.
They rise not because they cannot fall,
but because they have
and chose, again and again,
to stand between chaos and the fragile world
that dares to hope.
So when the darkness gathers,
and the horizon forgets the dawn,
we remember
Heroes are not born in power alone,
but in sacrifice,
in unity,
in the quiet, stubborn refusal
to give up on tomorrow.
And somewhere, in the echo of battle cries,
in the stillness after the storm
we hear it:
Avengers… assemble.
9th Place
The Avengers
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Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
If I were an elephant...
I would not be holding my head very high.
After this past November's debacle
I don't even know if I could try.
Some would venture to call me a Jackass...
In truth, that is not so.
I could not be one of those who are followers
of where she wants this country to go.
I certainly could not be the Hulk...
And live in a world of green.
Although they did have some good ideas
Their strengths are yet to be seen.
If you ventured to label me Libertarian...
I would take offense indeed.
I am sure that they have true intentions
but of them I have no need.
You would be wrong to call me a Progressive...
Although sometimes I wish I could be.
Progressives want us to look forward
but there is so much that they don't see.
Now, all of these parties have to follow me...
Many of them have already raised a shout.
They'll still have to follow my lead
as the election has POOPED them out.
I am, however, left unsatisfied...
because there are no statesmen left to whom I can vent.
I am wondering what Honest Abe would think of the GOP
Would he want to be an elephant...
12/10/16
Who and what.? Are words more relevant.?
Spirit in flesh..Fears foibles desires and
A realm of intentions.' Veering off occasionally, of the better path.' Could
Have been me.? I happened i saw it! The
Rain came twice against the forecasts ( in January ) in L A and in
Victoria..The fires died, I got up the next
Day and tripped over.' Banged my nose
Had to wipe my eyes.' Struggled through
The cold English rain, a car just missed
mine..Mundane stuff people.'One day my
Car will be part of a robot.? Could be.? Or
Just a rusted hulk.? Can you tell me exactly.? No you can't I can't, there are many things i cannot do.' What is valueble? Whar is the imperative.? A glass of clean water, or a vase of it, with fresh flowers.? Is that fullfilling.? Its not the whole, yet part of the sum.' Its in its place
The same as the river, the mountains the
Plains and the valleys, works of antiqity
Observed in museams, or looted.' And placed on a table somewhere.? I do not know, what the next hour will bring ' the
Unseen post service, that always delivers.'
Unpaid i'll grant you, but always aware, of
My existence, in the great somewhere.'
Unknown Road Ahead
With no guidance ahead
Eyes aligned with strong mountains
Flows with current
Remain skeptical toward a bleak future
Vacant thoughts veer unknown
Curious rhythms sways forward
Linger mist winding paths
Stumbling blocks engraved havoc
With stubbornness, take a risk
Unknown road ahead
Hulk out with braveness
Rhythm echoes with boldness
Criticism along the way, just ignore it
Follow your own unique peculiar path
Dusk early morning
New beginnings
Stillness take a deep breath
Thriving for greatness
Write your own journey
Always with beautiful blazing coffee
The child, now sleeping, loudly snores.
The nightlight shines there on the wall.
If you could peer under the door,
The sight awaiting would enthrall:
It seems the toys have come to life!
They are engaged in no mere game:
A toyland battle to the death!
The superheroes are to blame;
The men in green have few troops left;
Their losses heavy in the strife.
With Duplo blocks, they barricade,
Regroup their forces there behind.
They inventory their grenades,
Make mental notes of where they've mined,
Prepare to meet their tragic end.
Magneto rises from the floor,
Unleashes his attractive beam;
The troops let out a racous roar,
for they are plastic, it would seem,
thus to his will they do not bend.
A team dispatched to try and flank,
To scale the chair, come from the back.
But Hulk awaits them like a tank,
Behind a pillow, sneak attack.
The spear is blunted, further thinned.
The captain, knowing things are dire,
Determines he will save the men,
and laying bare some lamp cord wire,
he challenges Magneto then;
His sergeant understands and grins.
Magnetic forces back in play,
the soldier runs, flips the switches.
The predator becomes the prey;
Magneto, arcing current, twitches:
a turning point in this grim war.
The flash of light wakes up the child;
she bolts up, eyes now open wide.
The spell is broken; meek and mild,
the toys, inert, lay side by side.
Her head back down, again she snores.
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So that's an ABABC DEDEC tail-rhyme, and kind of a fun one!
as a kid i dreamed of being a hero ,wait! dont laudh please
not a policeman or fireman ,i wanted to join the justice league
to hang out with the green lantern to fly with superman
to be friends with the wonder twins or just swim with aquaman
what about wonder woman in her invisible plane that's th plan
or to chase down the joker with the dark knght- batman
what will they call me, what will be my name ,that i do not know
cause it kinda hard to find a name for the first black superhero
what about those tights i dont know i'll find something else to wear
then my next problem would have to be what to do with my hair
then i'd think of my body size and how i'd like to be cut
what could i say if i had it my way i'd be builted like the hulk
and what would be my powers since i would'nt really be human
i would have to have powers like the Xmen you know be somekind of mutant
to grow up with the superfriends fighting the legion of doom
those are the dreams i use to have as a kid alone in my room
the edge of town arrives quickly
you hang an inscrutable left
only to discover
one beat-up clapperboard hulk
hanging over tall corn
as if time and land-wrecked it
or
you drive to the end of
a suburban tract
and while waiting for the lights
a blue wash of sky
paints out
the last inflatable swimming pool
the land becomes a swampy hollow
prone by a basking river
treads gets sticky
in pent up pockets of tarry sun
needles of flinty light
glitter the blacktops
the road has dropped you
beyond the town limits
now miles fly straight
bending only to the whims
of natural inclinations
the prim madam inside
your G.P.S.
takes a long nap
turning to your wife
or dog
you smile
acknowledging
that the edge of town
has once again been shattered