Long Krypton Poems
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American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
THE ALTURNATING CURRENT IS CHANGING THE BUDDA AMPLITUDE,
WITH OUT THE ARTIFICIAL AUROMA THERE IS NO MASS OR MAGNUTUDE,
SO WE INTENCE THE THC SO THE CATALIST CHANGE THE CHEMICAL EQUATION,
TRULY BLUNTING THE AVERAGE COCKASIAN,
MAKING THE COEFFICIENT COLLISON THEORY COLLID,
REAREANGING THE CURRENT CORROSION RATE CREATING AND INCREASE IN SUASIDE,
THIS DATA DIFFACTIONS THE CONDUCTER TO BE ACUSED OF CONTROL OVER
ELECTROMAGNETIC ENERGY,
MAKING DEATH BY FALMIBILITY,
A POSSABILITY,BUT HOSSTILITY,
IS A COMMON ETHINIC PROBLEM CAUSING INTERNAL COMBUSTION,
CAUSING THE IRIS WATER MAGNETIC DOMAINS DESTRUCTION,
CREATING THE PERFIT CERUM WITH AND ISATOPE LASER MADE WITH NOBLE GAS,
THATS THE REASON WHEN IMM HIGH I BUST DOUBLE ON ASS,
MY ABILITIES FUSE WITH PURE SUBSTENCE PULLING THE REFLECTING TELOCOPE,
MY MIND CONTAINS THE SOFTWARE OF ANF ISOTOPE,
IM HIP-HOPS STRUCTUAL FORMUALA AND TRANSMUTATION,
MY AGRESSION WILL MENTALLY CHANGE THE IDEA OF TRANSFUSION CAUSING
CONSTUPATION,
CAUSE IM STUCK IN A LISTENERS MIND LIKE A VAPERIZED VIBRATION,
MAKING CHRONIC DISAPEAR UNDER VAPORIZATION,
WITHOUT CONDUCTING AN IVESTAGATION,
ON COCKS UNDER THERMAL EXPANTION,
MY SOUND QUALITY CREATES THE PERFECT CERUM,
WITHOUT THE MERCURY OR THE CALCIUM,
FUSINGOXAGEN IN THE LUNGS WITH HELIUM,
MAKING THE EYES COMPOSE NEON,
THEN THE BLOODS SUBJECT TO ARGON,
KRYPTON,
XENON,
AND RADON,
WITCH MAKES ME RARE LIKE RADUIM,
ON THE PERIOTIC TABLE WITH OUT THE MTRIC RULER,
MY FLOWS ARE COOLER,
I STICK TO MC'S LIKE A TRAIN TRACK IN THE WINTER,
WHILE THERE BEATS NEVER MOVE ME FROM THE CENTER,
SO IM RIPPIN THERE ADAMS APPLES SO THEY HAVE NO SEX-LINKED-TRAITES,
PUTTING ME ON THE STAGE AND WEAK MC'S BEHIND THE GATES,
CAUSING EMENEM AND THE REST ON THEM,
TO KILL THERE DATES,
WITCH SHOWS ME EXACTLY WHY THE DISCOVERY CHANEL STATES,
WHERE PRIMATES,
LIFE VARIATES,
BUT TIME NEVER WAITS..
Why are ‘She’s’ the way they have been,
Not only now…but way back when?
To know what she is…and why she’s that way,
We must know from the start on the very first day.
Before the day of her birth…yes, way before that,
An unaware egg got a heck of a whack.
Before she’d be she, someone’s daughter or wife,
That sperm…had determined…the rest of her life.
Genetic codes and chromosome vex
Say She’s whammied! She’s a double X-X
The Chromosome X-X of being a She,
Lost out to the X-Y of being a He.
Customs demand it! We label and scan,
So it’s “she” for a lady…and ‘he’ for a man.
Yes labels are trainings for “Mr.” and “Ms.”
So she is sure… what the heck that she is.
Pronouns pronounce her…a she and a her,
An appropriate marker so she’s always sure.
Familiar pink ribbons…what a cute little Belle,
It’s a she by the color! You always can tell!
When she was a toddler…she was merely a me,
Not knowing the difference… in a he and a she.
It wasn’t enough she was already… a me,
They now had to teach her… she had to be she.
Then come the toys… that are under the tree,
Boys for the boys… and girls for the me.
Why couldn’t they let her…keep being a me?
Instead of insisting what she ought to be.
By the time she’d arrived… much closer to six,
She was well on her way…as a Double X-X.
Sadly she learned… between girls and those boys,
There’s more of a difference… than stupid old toys.
A more genuine force now comes into play,
On her very first sexual… 'recognition' day.
The chromosome X-Y, of being a he,
Can’t match the X-X whammy of being a she.
Genetic code and a thing called sex,
Say there’s krypton in her double X X
Uterus! Vagina! and Ovaries!,
The “Keys” to the Kingdom belong to the SHE’s
Where The Heart Beats
________________________________(Started)_______by: Nathan Dilts
Thump budda thump thump
Thump budda thump thump
Can you feel it beating
Faster
Always faster
Shaped just like an aster
The mitosis of an emotion
Where the notion of its motion
Travels up through my spine
Wraps around my mind
Thump budda budda thump thump
Thump budda budda thump thump
Can you feel it flowing
Like a diamond
That is glowing
Never knowing
Where it’s going
Always showing
What it’s growing
_________________________________(Finish)_________by: P.D.
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Can you feel it changing
Rapidly emerging
Losing its curve
Tightening the nerve
Energy reload
Waves about to explode
Accepting the negative
Rejecting the positive
Thump budda thump
Thump budda thump
Can you feel it fading
Melting away
Pulsing its rays
Relaxing base
Freezing phase
Boiling down
Drumming sound
Thump Budda thump
Can you feel it dying
Losing its shine
Dim neon lite
Weak to krypton nite
Lost of resistance
Fading existence
Moments are bleeding
Wakening to his feeding
Thump--- bud..dha ----thuu..mp
Can you feel it dropping
My heart is stopping
My inside are not rotating
My body is the axis
My heart, I'm its universe
Faintly a flash in my chest
Trying to beat again
Crying for a chance
Slower
pounding slower
Thum p___thuuu_____________ Stop Beating
Can not feel it the beating is gone
Bruce Wayne is not alone in hating Superman. The United States government is none too pleased with the last son of Krypton leveling large parts of a major city. Lex Luthor, a wealthy businessman and scientist, also hates Superman. Now, you probably couldn’t quite figure out why Lex Luthor hated Superman so much. Unlike Batman, he has no clear professional jealousy. In fact, in a brief aside, Luthor mentions the construction projects his company undertook after Superman wrecked Metropolis. If he had just kept his mouth shut and let Superman topple a few more buildings, he could have kept raking in the government contracts for decades to come. Instead, he spends most of the movie trying to get Batman and Superman to fight, then creates a monster in a pool of brown toilet water for no reason. I thought this guy was some kinda genius? It doesn’t make sense at first, but upon second viewing, it’s clear that Lex Luthor is actually a malfunctioning android and his moronic behavior is due to his circuits being fried. Every bizarre character choice can be chalked up to what I like to call the “Android Defense”. Something happened in Batman v Superman that doesn’t make any sense? It was probably done by a secretly malfunctioning robot
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MOONbeans
SixtyNINER
The Origin Of Supergirl
NASA Today upon the moon the beans was strange the taste was off the war
mongers shot the southpole and scared the cheph 111 times she wept and
dropped the beans and things when the rockets plowed into the dust at the pole
the imagining screen went offline on our pocket computer screens the moon
went dark and left its orbit there is not much time for me to report it the child is
safe in her spacecraft she lays the mother and the eye will die with our world but
the young thing we made will have super powers on earth she has a yellow and
a red and a blue blanket tucked all around her we hope they use the uniform
wisely a supergirl now she is smiling and ewe gentle reader have discovered the
origin of supergirl supergirl came not from krypton but came from the full moon to
earth
Help her please make it all worth the test///////////????????BOOM the rocket left
the moon with supergirl inside ED.NOTE charlax to be continued
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I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed.
Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.
Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable,
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able
to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.
Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.
I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.
If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique
Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.
I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2,
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you
from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.
I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:
north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.
Thank the Lord for sending Superman to stand guard over us,
I know that destroying Krypton must have caused a lot of fuss.
But how else would we have gotten him to join us here on Earth?
His parents would just have kept him for themselves after giving birth.
Now he’s here to keep us safe from the villains in the street,
With his array of super powers that he keeps tastefully discrete.
He uses x-ray vision to see right through solid walls,
And he uses his super hearing to listen for our desperate calls.
He has super strength and can fly through the sky,
Now you can start to understand why he’s such a super guy.
It’s great to know that it’s for our American way of life he fights,
What difference should it make to us if he wears a cape and tights?
His outfit makes a statement about who he is deep inside,
And it’s good to know he’s confident and so filled with pride.
Now I’m not one to dictate how his free time should be spent,
But he’s been seen at all hours leaving the apartment of Clark Kent.
At least he’s stopped changing his clothes inside a telephone booth,
He has to be extra careful now that he’s a role model to our youth.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that he puts evildoers behind bars,
But couldn’t he be more like Batman and develop an interest in cars?
The Flusher
The Super man came to the door again what he said was it this time ants said
eye ants just ants and eye only flushed it once The super man was knocking on
my door the ants came out and killed the neighborhood said the super man and
then he knocked upon my door the ants are tiny creatures eye began they got in
the radiation from the computer store said the super man it is not and never will
be the fault of eye began to understand this super man the ants is grown and
feeding to get larger and to roam upon the city Blue and Proper is the suburb of
the urban dweller there oh super man please help me put them in the krypton
bottle and please just keep them there the super man looked thoughtful and his
eyes were sort of Blue and Proper he began to understand the eye and rounded
up the ants in the city Proper but Blue had been destroyed. The Blue City had 27
people living there so for twenty seven days you have to flush just only once and
use it only then and hold it in for all the rest of them times that bathroom time
comes and do not dispose of ants that way the eye is done with flush as a
means of my disposal now for twenty seven days. Thanksgiving to the super
man the flusher is okay.
I'm an alien from Krypton and I'm able to fly.
I'm Superman and bullets don't make me die.
Bombs, tanks and nuclear weapons can't kill me either, I'm invulnerable.
I save at least fifty people every day, that's amazing and it's pretty cool.
Usually, the only thing that can kill me is Kryptonite.
But I did die when Doomsday and I had a massive fight.
We beat each other to death but I was able to return.
My death made many cry, I was touched by their concern.
I have X-ray vision and I can see through everything except lead.
Lex Luthor hates my guts and he says he won't rest until I'm dead.
Last week there was a forest fire and I put it out with my ice breath.
When I got through blowing on that fire, there was none of it left.
I can also make laser beams come out of my eyes.
When people see me, they say "There's the man who flies."
I have a girl who I love more than life itself, her name is Lois Lane.
When I'm Superman, she's nice but when I'm Clark Kent, she's a pain.
Some people call me a miracle but I don't think that's true.
If you're ever in danger, just call my name and I'll save you.
(This poem is based on the DC Comic Book that was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.)