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There once was a man called Ned
Who got it into his head
To fight the state
Which sealed his fate
And was hung until he was dead.
Fitzpatrick tried it on with Ned’s sister
Something I’d advise against mister
He came looking for strife
Was lucky to escape with his life
Thus began a story quite sinister.
For Ned at Stringybark Creek
The police did desperately seek
In all three police lay dead
Leaving a price on his head
The future for Ned would be assuredly bleak.
He rode the Wombat Ranges
Mindful of the dangers
With Steve, Joe and brother Dan
There was never a tougher man
Sheltered by family, friends and strangers.
Irish Catholic and poor
He fought against the law
With fists and with gun
And always on the run
An unjust system he did abhor.
The infamous Glenrowan shootout
Is something no doubt you’ve heard about
Wearing a suit of armour
Made of steel plates gotten from a farmer
By burning the inn they smoked Ned out.
Judged by Barry at the Melbourne court
It would seem context accounts for naught
For Ned the outcome couldn’t be worse
But he placed on Barry a prophetic curse
The end to Barry’s life Ned sought.
At the Old Melbourne gaol it all ended
When poor Ned’s neck was extended
He lost when fighting the law
But will never be forgotten by the poor
The right to live free he boldly defended.
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 ...
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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
In the beginning was a quince
And a lady named Eve, where was her prince?
When she was in need, Satan got to Eve
“Did God really say?” was Satan’s foray
Why has the apple’s name been sullied, and bullied
Is the argument valid (in this word salad)?
The confusion of transgender, was put in a blender
(It was not Adam and Steve, or Madam and Eve)
And what came out, was quince-essential doubt
It’s a blender schism, to mix transgenderism
And what fell on Newton’s head, begs the question instead
At the end of the path of math, is the numerical aftermath
Just because the numbers fall into line, doesn’t prove that a theory is right
The numbers can so easily comport, with the globe or flat sort
The gravity of this situation, is we need The Original Consideration
In a flat and free fall spin there is a sense of it all within
Am I bad mouthing the apple with which I grapple?
I have a right to be heard, even if I say “that’s absurd”
(This tug-of-war we tussle with
Negative, affirmative (and back and forth we go
EI EI O)
On God’s farm he has some terms
EI EI O
And on this farm, we have to learn
EI EI O
Tangents and terms, numbers and words
EI EI O
And the schoolhouse rocks down the path of math
EI EI O
Which theory do we need query
EI EI O
And to me and you (and the Berean gumshoe)
EI EI O
Embrace the task and we must ask, “What did God really say?”
It’s A Stitch Up
I struck a match and the gas cooker did me
So a chap called Sidney gave me a kidney
I didn’t steal it and I didn’t beg
But a fellow called Clegg gave me a leg
My best mate Paul gave his left eyeball
But my uncle Jock gave nothing at all
Thanks to Steve there’s an arm up my sleeve
And the fact I can breath is hard to believe
But the praises I’ve sung cos Burt gave me a lung
Fall short of Fred Young who made me well hung
And so I thank Fred for my prowess in bed
But if it wasn’t for Ted, I’d still have no head
When I walk again I hope I will meet
The geezer next door who gave me his feet
Nobody knows who gave me my nose
But a guy up my street gave me all of his toes
Old Bobby Tutt gave me his gut
The rider from Pizza Hut gave me his butt
But how can I ever thank young Tommy Green
Who gave me his heart and his liver and spleen
But it seems all those people I never shall greet
For when the gas blew, it blew up the street.
His eyes were totally devoid of empathy.
No one has eyes as vast as all humanity.
I've been living in denial that he's the Red Skull.
Rebuking that my vexing foe has lived but is dull
From a plane stuck on the Arctic ice during WWII.
Schmidt was the Red Skull, the Nazi commander.
The rare celestial artifact Tesseract was taken too.
Sought to funnel harm into the world through slander.
Hitler, who saw him in his rage, was his evil mentor.
Led Hitler's global espionage and terror strategy.
If Hitler was hailed, his crimson skull mask just tore.
America built a chief rival to the Red Skull's raggedy.
Steve Rogers was a plebe with military dreams.
He was selected after a number of initial setbacks.
This US military endeavor is unique in its deems.
Serum and premix made him Captain America hacks.
Rogers displayed prodigious acts of heroism.
When he alone could free all the prisoners of war.
By lurking inside the armed Nazi camp of terrorism.
Infamous Red Skull had built in the Hydra lair.
To prevent Schmidt from using nuclear weapons.
The superhero assaulted him in his airplane.
The device's mystic force created rift beckons.
That screwed in the torn body of the Nazi brain.
3rd place contest winner
Written: March 11, 2023
Contest: Marvel Supervillains Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
This Christmas time, thanks for the Mac Plus,
For conceiving of the desktop for all of us,
For the graphics of the Classic, the SE/30 desired,
And for the separate LC II’s computer, most admired.
For the coloured iMacs, orange backs, green,
Red, white and blue, so fashionably keen,
And for that round iMac, with hub staring white,
Not shut down until things got awkward and tight.
But, ah, that iPod, your ingenuity streaks aloud,
Put into your pocket for a personal sound wowed;
No more the silent hill walker, but with a crowd,
That harmonious music within which you shroud.
And then the easy access iPhone, desktop mimicked,
A touch, a tap, and your there in minutes having flicked,
You left us with the 5, so how could Tim Cook diverge,
From that path of service which is so reason’s converge.
I got my nickname in first grade
My memory of this will never fade
I'm 6 years old a whole world to see
mom says there's kids to play with me
I wonder if my friends will be there
Maybe they will save me a chair
I'm there now sitting in a school room
My friends aren't there I think I'm doomed
I'm sitting by a girl in the front row
She smiled at me, why? I don't know
Then I felt it start, to my surprise
that funny feeling you get deep inside
You feel like a balloon about to burst
not now, please, let me put it in reverse
The harder I tried, the worse it gets
Think they will mind if I release it
If I let it go slow so they won't hear
Maybe, they won't smell it or shed a tear
It's to late, must let it go, it's just not fair
A loud long blast is coming from my chair
I closed my eye hoping nobody heard
then came that smell, it's like rotten curd
I open my eyes willing to face my fears
I see their holding their noses and in tears
Teacher asked me, Steve do you need to leave
The kids snicker, as they shout Stinky Steve
pooping contest :-) ((Don't Ask to go to the bathroom!))
entry 5-16-2012
Being your daughter has been an incredible gift.
You and Dad have given me such a wonderful life.
I know that, before me, your lives seemed to be adrift,
But, because of you, I am a mother and a wife.
You both raised me with nothing but happiness and love
And now I get to pass on that warmth to my child.
She’s a part of this family that fits like a glove.
That was obvious from the first time that she smiled.
You get to watch your grandchild live a life of fun.
She will follow in your footsteps and learn from the best.
With role models like you two, she has already won.
She’ll be a champion in life, above all the rest.
It’s time to wake up from the dream of what could have been.
The reality is that you were just selfish and scared.
I guess life doesn’t go on… as you proved way back when
Aborting me for no reason showed how much you cared.
We can all sit and look back at the past
At relationships we thought ‘forever’ that sadly didn’t last
Time and tide will wait for no man
Just embrace life as much as you can
None of us know what fate will dictate
Grab every opportunity before it’s too late
One day our tomorrow will never come
Then it’s too late for things we’ve not done
Live life to the full don’t waste it away
And tell your folks you love them every day
Poem inspired by Darren Watson’s blog ‘Why do the years go so fast’
Title taken from Steve Winwood’s hit While You See A Chance Take It.
Jan Allison
11th May 2014
Awarded 3rd Place in 'A poem you have not entered in a Poetry Soup contest #1'
sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.
An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook the hands of this Hawaiian kid.
Isabel Sanford's inebriated,
Big Head for A. M. Talk Show With The Stars.
The moment when Chris Kristofferson and,
Geraldo Rivera stuck in the lift,
Then there's Joan Baez mom, a bit of a rift,
Some more late check-in, Waylon Jennings band.
The resort, like San Francisco, midway,
Pearls in an oyster, San Francisco Bay.
***Same hotel where the late Ricky Nelson band stayed with wife Kristin who's actor Mark Harmon(--sister) from the show NCIS, who also visited there, whereto, I have already submitted a sonnet.
Date: 08/26/2019