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Premium Member Steven Rogers Aka Captain America

Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy. 
A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy.
Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was twenty-one.
He was little, too scrawny, he lacked muscles. “Just hand me a gun!”

Comic book writers Jack Kirby and Joe Simon pondered what to do.
They wanted to make him a superhero, and they worked on it too.
They arranged for Army general Chester Phillips to make his day.
He enlisted Steven in the super soldier project, right away.

As Captain America, Steven would have super human strength too.
Terrific at martial arts and hand to hand combat, a durable guru.
He would have outstanding stamina, durability, intelligence and speed.
Kirby and Simon ran with their idea, creating a fine comic indeed.

Captain America faced enemies in Japan and Nazi Germany.
His sidekick Bucky was as proud of him as he could ever be.
The first Captain America comic came out in March of 1941.
Captain America punching Adolf Hitler sold a million copies, fun!

Written 5-19-2022
Contest: Captain America
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member He Is My Favorite Artist Believe It Big John Buscema-

He is my favorite artist believe it big JOHN BUSCEMA- -


He’s my favorite
He is my favorite, artist
None of you could believe it;
He draws women like a dream and…
His name is John Buscema

Pictures drawn not written
Discussing a perfect penciled visions
Master of pencil, pen, paint or brush

Comic and commercial Arts
Studies at this schema
Well ceded hand held my favorite Artist
Again his name is,  John Buscema

In his teens developed interest in superheroes;
So comic books and classic
They there adventure strips
Has drawn Hal Foster’s Tarzan first
Then when on to  Prince Valiant and Alex Raymond’s Flash Gordon

Shall I not forget Milton Caniff’s Terry and the Pirates
Shewed interest being a commercial illustrator studied art once seated;
My favorite artist freelance at  Timely, by now know as  Atlas  then at  Marvel Comics
Drawn for  Ace and Hillman Periodicals  comics too

In 1966 he became a regular, 
Artist at Marvel Comics
The home of Fantastic 4, Spider-man and Thor
He’s is my favorite
Picture drawn not written
Pictures of women drawn all gussied up
My favorite Artist discussing a perfect penciled vision
Comic and commercial arts
Studies at this schema
Were ceded hand held

First drawn comic debuting over  JACK(the King)KIRBY
Layouts on Strange Tales #150-“Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
He who is my favorite

Picture drawn, not written
The great this grand penciler
Artist whom name is “BIG my favorite artist
Penciler



JOHN BUSCEMA


11/4/19 2019©

For Your Favorite Artist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Form: Bio

Premium Member Kirby's Convention

The vac cleaner's union
          had an annual meet
Electrolux and Oreck,
          and a Bissell and such
And invited one old Kirby
          for a rare vacuum treat:
To talk, (tho' they really
          didn't like him much) ...

That rusty old Kirby
          had a lesson to teach
To all the new vacuum
          cleaners on the line
But he wasn't sure he
          had the air to reach
The shiny-nice Dysons,
          that looked so fine ...

He sputtered and choked
          and spun his tires
And his worn HEPA filter
          had started to sag ...
They mocked his pace
          and his twisted wires
And laughed at his grip
          and his wrinkled bag ...

Yet he stood up tall like
          a good Kirby should
And cleaning his way
          up that ramp to speak
Worried his message
          might not be very good
For his worn, limp hose
          had a sad, sorry leak ...

     Still ...

The old vacuum cleaner
          then addressed his own
Battered and beaten,
          and down on his luck
“I'm headed to that rug
          in the great unknown ...
So please carry on -
          'cuz you really do suck!"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Captain America, a Brief History

 
Captain America . . .  a superhero created by
      cartoonist Joe Simon and Jack Kirby
        first appeared in 1941 in Marvel Comics
          he was a patriotic super soldier
who fought in WW11

          interest  in him waned after the war
and his character was put in suspended animation
                to be revived in 1964 and is still popular today
    his attire has always resembled an American flag
and he carries a nearly indestructible shield

Captain America is the alter ego of Steve Rogers
       a frail young artist  ...  who joins the military
          and gets enhanced to be human perfection
    with an experimental super soldier serum

  there are plastic figures, gear, outfits and lunch boxes
       and so much more available for kids

          over the years
                in his hundreds and hundreds of comic 
                     adventures he has been killed off
  he has fought all the other superhumans, won
    and sometimes died, only to be revived over and over
                    because no one can defeat
                                           Captain America ....

                 I like the Avenger series the best of all
       and there is no end to his adventures
           in comic books and movies
      in this modern age when we need heroes  ...

_____________________
May 29, 2022


Poetry/Bio/Captain America, A Brief History
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-392-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Captain America
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 06/05/2022

First Place
Form: Bio

Premium Member Hoover or Kirby Correctional payoffs

Rather Galesburg Joliet 
Terrehaute Florence Colorado 
to the shores of Bogotá 
flushing heroin fentanyl 
through the gates behind bars 
thee corrupt prison ran 
by gang leaders paying 
off prison guards you can 
ask yourself what brand 
to buy into Hoover vacuum’s 
are reliable American made 
while Kirby Brands offers 
negligence falsifying death 
row inmates finally hangman’s 
curse while the hoover 
vacuum continues to crawl 
over the paisley patterns in 
the federal building breaking 
even on Lasalle and Van Burean
where Gargano once controlled 
most of the revenue trading fenced 
with osh gosh severe terrorist 
threats released only when corrupt 
prison guards do exactly what 
he says attack who he says attack 
while Kirby vacuum holding twenty 
convictions drugs violence victim 
intimidation battery hit and run 
corrupt family members controlling 
Wisconsin prison system looking to 
transfer power back to Joliet upon 
Hoover stamp of approval which 
might cross over interfering with 
the free Hoover movement this 
certainty opens the flood gates 
for Gambino early release programs 
for death row inmates just can’t 
have all power to the people without 
including all prison across America 
not to exclude Gitmo with the 
boarders rise in Islamic crossing 
over Lore Mannino territories all 
corruption throughout prison systems 
changes hands through Gambino rackets
funnelling crime throughout abuse 
of power corruption evenly distributed 
meanwhile power is being tampered 
with 40 years of dirt swept under 
the rugs until the Hoover vacuum 
is plugged back in all bets are off 
ask yourself what’s your Brand 
Hoover trustees or unreliable Kirby 
designed to malfunction fictitious 
score boards chips blood everywhere 
devouring the structure of all power 
terrorising FBI confidential human sources 
during an election where corruption sinks 
fast folding swiftly better get a broom 


No fear of terrorist threats from 
violent offenders gang leaders 
corrupt prison guards organised 
corruption abuse of power intimidation 
of an FBI confidential human source 
FBI informants CLEAN IT UP
Form: Masnavi


I Grew Up In Bath

I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,  
Tamagotchi's, Slinkys and Pogo Sticks,
a string tied to sticks for Diablo tricks.

A lot wobbled, we played Wall Ball,
Smarties packets caused trouble.
Political Correctness didn't exist yet,
we wore Reebok, Fila or Hi-Tec.

We had Roller Skates, later Roller Blades,
out on the concrete in the streets we played,
as there were always lots of parking spaces,
space we used for running races.

We played Bulldogs Charge on repeat,
never stopping for the rain or sleet.
We played Wembley, or Heads, Volleys and Beats,
playing in the street our daily treat.

We played Kirby because kirbs were free,
40 40 in, also called Alien,
front gardens were a great WWF ring,
or we'd hit tennis balls tied to string.

Jumpers for goalposts, 
or one and a lamppost,
cheated as we'd peek 
playing Hide And Seek.

We played Knock Knock Ginger with its hiding,
or we'd get out our bikes and go riding.
We went Garden Hopping, never stopping, 
played in the dark after the suns dropping.

We had Master Systems, Mega Drives or Nintendo's,
but were not reliant on technology inside,
we built Lego stadiums, played Subbuteo,
we collected sticker books, Pog's and trading cards with pride.

There was a fuzziness to Radio and TV,
we'd always sneak a peek at Page 3,
we watched films on VHS, played Cassettes or CD's,
or Conkers when they dropped from trees.

We only had four television channels to be flicking,
Saturday mornings were for Live and Kicking.
Bodger and Badger, The Chuckle Brothers, Rosie and Jim,
but you couldn't beata, bit of Blue Peter, 
to Neighbours and Home and Away we tuned in.

When home alone emptied living rooms,
played football inside, 2-a-side, 
cleaned up damage with brooms, 
when parents got home we lied.

I'm proud I grew up in the nineties in Bath,
we had so much fun, so many laughs.
From no other time and place I'd rather be,
so here's to the nineties in the West Country.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

The Escalating Deep

A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. 

A distant nightmare, tangibly manifested, the echoing warning from the past. 

A trapped piece of newspaper married to a low-lying hedge branch, concealed from notice, dead from purpose.

An hourglass society, scuttling around in organized vice and engineered hypocrisy with time to dictate and money to distract. 

A plague of opinions in this boundless possibility never reaching bedrock. A gash made upon the earth, a slow
puncture untreated in our hourglass existence we believe isn’t moving.
© Paul K K  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Yashi and Kirby Twin Kittens

Yashi rolled her eye at her sister’s playful antics.
Kirby did not take life seriously at all, carefree, with no worries.
What was that? Someone in the yard? Yashi’s radar went out.
She began to bark in earnest, eager to save the family.

Kirby rolled over and played with her stuffed fish.
Was that a chewy stick? She ran, slid and pounced.
Come play! She barked to Yashi. 
Yashi did not even hear her; she was scaring a burglar.

Would he be coming in the window or the doggie door?
Yashi barked loudly, hoping to rouse the family next door.
That old lady was a spy if she ever saw one.
She would have the F.B.I. here in minutes if she heard.

Calm down! Kirby said to her sister. Take a look at this duck!
The mallard was cuddly and soft, with a silly looking rolling eye.
Where is the other eye? Yashi asked, repulsed. He was obsessive compulsive. 
He liked all of is things in order, and strangers eliminated from the yard.
cat

Premium Member Remembering the 1950's

Baseball cards and hula hoops
  Baloney sandwich, Campbell’s soup

Howdy Doody and Mickey Mouse
  Mamie and Ike in the White House

American Bandstand, Rock 'n Roll
  Elvis the Pelvis, Nat King Cole

Pez Dispensers and Kool-Aid
  Bedtime for Bonzo, Panty Raids

Oscar Mayer’s Wienermobile
  Superman was the ‘Man of Steel’

Archie & Veronica, Mad Magazine
  Skirts and Bobby-Sox, Jukebox Scenes 

The Roadrunner, Tom and Jerry
  Durward Kirby and a Moore named Gary

The Price is Right, Let’s Make a Deal
  Hostess Twinkies – b & w newsreels

A Dog named Lassie and Rin Tin Tin
  Yankees and Celtics always win

Mickey Mantle, Ernie Banks
  Whitey Ford, Hammerin' Hank

Joe McCarthy and the Red Scare
  Semi-Crewcuts or Slicked-back hair

The 1950’s weren’t built to last
  Still and all ~ quite a cast!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Borneo Josephine

Years ago, I had a college roommate named Herbie.
His uncle was anthropologist Leonard Kirby
who was reported missing when the plane he had flown, 
crashed in the Borneo jungle at a spot unknown.
Herbie had insisted his uncle was still alive;
despite what was declared on the news program at five.
Dr. Kirby was an excellent pilot to fly.
Herbie said there’s no way his uncle went down to die.
When the spring break began, Herbie would sell his Hummer,
and got enough money for a trip in the summer.
He asked me to join him on his jaunt to Borneo.
I responded with “Yes, I would really like to go!

Deep in the jungle is where Dr. Kirby appeared.
Herbie recognized him despite his very long beard.
Herb told Dr. Kirby “Uncle Leonard, can’t you see?
I’m your great nephew Herbert; don’t you recognize me?
The old man answered “Yes nephew, don’t be so sappy!
I’ve found a wife and a brand new life, I’m quite happy!”
We were puzzled until we saw this monstrosity;
a huge native woman standing at seven feet three.
Dr. Kirby said “Boys, this is my wife Josephine.
She’s the most wonderful woman I have ever seen!
I’m so glad I found her because she’s so big and strong.
As long as she stays with me, I can never go wrong!
Once she was bitten by a tiger in an attack.
This only made her angry, so she bit him right back.
And here’s the strangest thing that can never be denied:
We heard only two days later that poor tiger died!
No boys, I’m not going back and leave this happiness;
because I owe too much in tax to the IRS.
To me, this jungle is just like heaven on the earth.
If I go back home, they might send me to Leavenworth!
So tell the whole family for me I said hello.
Don’t miss the last flight out of here, so you’d better go!

for "Die a Fun Death Contest"
Form: Rhyme

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