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The contestants gathered short and tall
Two-headed mutants lined the wall
Aliens from galaxies far away
Rehearsing, should they win, what they would say.
Some stood naked, though you couldn’t tell
Others wore apparatus and suits so swell
I heard one contestant shouting, as he drew his sword,
"You will NEVER win the Spaceman Of The Year award!"
"I will SO!”, replied the Scorp with one eye,
“But since you’re so smart, why not share with me why?”
“It’s obvious”, replied the first, clenching his eight fingered fist,
"You haven't the love of humanity for it!!!"
“What does humanity have to do with this all-alien ball?
SpaceMAN is a term that encompasses us all.
Humans are not the only special race,
Every traveler from space has shown up in this place.”
The Phlaglon turned red biting his upper two-lips,
The best he could come back with was, "Get OFF my spaceship!"
Then the lights started to dim and the spot-light came on,
They started to play The Spaceman of the Year, Victory Song.
The two aliens stared each other in the eye(s),
Each one hoping they would win the prize,
But when the announcement was made and the winner was a Grup,
They shook their five hands and had a drink to make up.
Entry in the Poems to Movie contest
JACK'S PIDGEON
Survival
Sustenance
Will make you do crazy things
Angry things
Turf wars for lunch
Sniper missions deployed to
Secure trace crumbs
Seminal tidbits
Feasts strewn in honor of
The scrappy mutants
Known as us
High noon
I rule
With fierce patience
Absolution, focus
Waddling
Tempting my bemused audience
Of patrons I seek
To wrest the tired scraps
The waste piling up after
More satisfying bites
Are snarled, consumed
Mad dash, goes I
They amused, bewildered
Gawking "My gosh, such aggression
I've never seen from a bird"
Well, not a bird
A winged, feathered beast
You've created
Your selfish motives hindering
My flight, my plight
Dreams of us and nothing else
I, now, the scapper seek
Bristled at competing flocks
Fraught, wretched
True to their being
Held at bay by my motherly love
For the land I call home
I'm validated when
Gifts flung my way
Land at my heavenly feet
I pounce on this
Bite-sized reality
Worn salty, peppered
Frayed allegiance
Now inside
Alongside me
Now enthralled in battle
Mine
Until the sun forges
Truth onto another day.
(8/10/05)
O curse of a century
O Calamity of a century,
Enough thieving of precious human life,
Keen we’re to see thy date of expiry.
As plague ye came, hoary thy history,
Unleashing a terror of gravest strife,
O thou curse of this chequered century.
Ye came as flue not any less deadly,
No withered virus, virulent its jibe,
Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry.
Corona as now creepy and scary,
With mutants of many a varied type,
Messenger O of Death from mortuary,
Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty,
‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife,
O Year Twenty-One, when’s thy expiry?
O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury,
O Crowned Tsar, thy bite sharper than of knife,
Time's ripe to go, hasten but not slowly,
We’re keen to see thy back, better hurry.
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Villanelle |09.04.2021|
Topic: tragedy, calamity
Great are the follies of haughty man through the times ,
Imposing his will on fellows, changing the climes,
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed.
Always striving for more , wanting more than his need,
Sowing seeds of dissension , destroying his breed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth.
He's restructured the genes, to mutants given birth,
His junk - food is unhealthy , adds weight to his girth;
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks.
The atom's been tamed , corporations make big bucks,
The innocent public just ran out of their lucks;
Politics and religion determine one's fate.
I'm not against progress , but am sorry to state,
Life's more than money or power , pleasures to sate;
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts.
Drink of the wisdom in Good Books, drink from their founts,
Make good use of progress, scale good Karma's mounts;
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth,
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks,
Politics and religion determine one's fate,
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts,
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
~07 Jul 2016~
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...Where smart people once had more kids,
now they barely have them at all,
many who have kids don’t plan it,
which often leads them to a fall.
The smart are bored and distracted,
the instinctive breeding like flies,
the science that the smart folks built
ensures the mutants do not die.
This process just keeps going on
until those who sustain nations
can no longer shoulder the load,
can’t uphold civilization.
Then it all comes falling down,
the crash into a new dark age,
and worst of all I’m not sure if
there is even another way.
We can’t just leave the weak to die
and still call ourselves moral souls,
it’s just not in human nature
to leave them all out in the cold.
Some believed education could
help to inform their points of view,
but time has shown we’re powerless
to raise a person’s base IQ.
Some say that the computers will
bring us to singularity,
well that might be great for machines,
but that is not humanity.
The one thought that scares me the most,
in this age obsessed with ‘progress,’
is that evolution knows that
too much advancement leads to death,
that the shortcomings of success,
the apathy of decadence
is a threat to our survival,
we can’t have too much advancement,
that the cycle is a strategy
to ensure we don’t dissipate,
that we need collapse and chaos,
and all mankind is bound to this fate.
God, I hope not…
They are a group of people with special powers,
They are a class of people with unique abilities,
Males and females with human frailties,
They are united in their pursuits.
Called to be defenders,
They stand against their contenders,
Who are unrelenting in staging their rage,
Putting the non-mutants into their cage.
They are a formidable team
Their unique powers beam
into every dark alley and sinister trail,
To expose every villain without fail.
A group founded by one man,
With a vision to teach and train every mutant,
To be justice and peace pursuant,
And to be a force for good.
February 20, 2023.
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest,
Robert James Liguori.
I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round
I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars
I Googled recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"
Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Rafael
Mutants in green - they jumped and almost fell
When coming in my kitchen they all at once in awe
"Mutant Ninja Turtle - The Gourmet Recipe" they saw
*
So now I quietly enjoy my veggie soup
A slice of pizza and an ice-cream scoop...
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For Destroyer(Poet's contest: Turtle Soup
My brain is racked!
Beside me, a tower of comic books is stacked -
House of X and Powers of X, fresh from the Box -
the epic stories of HOX and POX.
Inside my head, I feel an awful pain -
if I only had a mutant brain!
Then I could read and understand
the story of Krakoa island -
but then, humans will never cease
to war against mutants, and let them live in peace.
So, if I were a mutant, I wouldn't admit it,
and if you think I'm one, please forget it.
Let's just say, I'll put these words in code,
so Nimrod won't catch me on the mutant road,
a path of water on the sea,
to Krakoa, the place that's meant for me.
One day our people will learn to live again,
and keep all our memories and then
mutants like me will all be off the hook
cuz we'll remember every comic book.
The generation had come, given no name
Signed, sealed in blood, became the lame
No perception of time, there was no date
Their hands were scanned entering the gate
Digits, the Matrix had come fulfilled
Not worth a dime, the dollar bill
Stock Market fell through in New York
Great storms, bad weather to report
They all bowed low to the great lord
She never moved, just held there her torch..
Nothing made sense, the time dragged on
You couldn't tell the difference from your clone
Abortion now banned, the cities thrived
Mutants clinging, desperate for new life
Who is God in all this pain!?
Not one invoked Him by His name
Therefore, the time kept on and on
The One they knew, forever gone
Buried deep in polluted feelings,
slight is the comfort of nightly news
the silence around Arch of Triumph
will it always be as now?
This tragedy I still cannot fathom,
the wicked hand of destiny has
humbling lines with no shade of virtue
or hope. Time
used to fly and now
the eternal sea of time has dried up
its creatures crawling by my side, a
scornful sight!
Pencils and papers, alas
writing is no refuge, piss on them.
Cross over torrents, cheated visions
our inglorious race, keeps faith in basement,
its noise chased away, and the shady floods
of pitiless waves, like thunder-blasted trees
crowd a doomed struggle. This virus
is too powerful to destroy, gushing mutants
at moment of oblivion.
All my days are trances, I dwell alone reading
Neruda's Song of Despair, listening to Virus's
last laughter to my curses born of
nausea. A ghastly thought: we all
underestimate the severity of situation
speaking lies to our power to heal, to
restore our dreams, disabled reason,
aching brains gunned down by
nervousness, the old masters who taught us hope
are dead, their fiery strengths
gone. The darkness wraps, its symptoms
everywhere, the vulgar nature's breeding
the next war, give not the gentle nod of
denial, the false vigor unworthy of
quotation. The ordeal is dress rehearsal
for the next pandemic.