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In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
its force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
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March, 22, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
MOON KNIGHT
Marc Spector! Superhero!
Strong protagonist Moon Knight,
enhances energy- strength
on bright shiny Full Moon night.
Prophetic visions and dreams!
Benevolent, also bright.
Supernatural power:
Well connected with Moonlight.
Olympic level athlete !
Eyes glow glitter glisten white.
Wonderful warrior
marvels and competes to fight.
Drawing courage from Moon God
turns capable to show might.
Blessed by Great Moon God Khonsu,
whose guidance Moon Knight to pursue.
10/17/22
Seventh place in premier Contest
Moon Knight
Contest by Robert James Liguori
Marvel Super Hero or Super Villain
First Place
Contest by Robert James Liguori
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.
My son collected baseball cards;
My brothers did, as well.
My Beatles card collection
Was the female parallel.
But there’s an opportunity
For everyone to buy –
Although it’s hard to understand
A decent reason why –
Some trading cards that feature Trump
In poses quite bizarre –
An astronaut, a cowboy
And the weirdest one so far –
A superhero with a body
So unlike Trump’s own,
It would be quite ridiculous,
But somehow it is known
That people buy them!
Shelling out, for every NFT,
Enough to question what’s become
Of each one’s sanity.
How low can one man really sink
To hawk himself this way?
It’s mortifying to confront
Such ego on display.
*Image of Spider-Man Marvel Super Hero by Pixabay.
The Amazing Spiderman
Though not considered powerful,
yet widespread by demand.
Comics sold, bankrolls, showerful,
allegiance o'er the land.
Look out, here comes the Spiderman.
Criminals have no chance,
there are billions but just one man,
lockup post song and dance.
He improved his costume and skills,
swings and speeds just in time,
thieving crooks in the act get chills,
serving time for the crime.
Glory and money mean nothing,
those facts launched worthily.
Some cons, but most pros, are buzzing,
thank you's he does receive.
Spins his web, swings rooftops, and on,
culprits caught in his web.
Wherever unlawful moves spawn,
his acts cause crime to ebb.
As a young fan, recollecting,
moments from page to page,
suspense and fun of connecting,
former lad, now old age.
2023 February 04
Marvel Superhero or Supervillian
~Robert James Liguori
*RZ; abab..., & HMS; 8,6,8,6 x 6.
When I was a kid, I had many dreams
I was everything I ever wanted to be
They made all my life just supreme
I grew up fast I knew it wasn’t for me
I was a real live superhero just for you
Then I saw my reflection in a window
I was not the superhero that you knew
I am only the guy dressing the window
All our dreams are only life fantasy
As they have giving us all our hope
If they ever come true it life ecstasy
They help us in this dreary life cope
Only you are dreams true guardian
Dreams live forever in a true heart
You have the key for them to retain
Give each one your fire to start
See it came one night
He his woman friend, me my woman friend were out dancing. Dinner fine food. We were waiting for the call, we knew the deal was made, the details finalized. See those who had been loyal to both sides had been sain to be in great to good positioning. I was tryna stop cussing cause everything I was doing was working for everybody but me I broke up with someone who wanted a superhero, when I hooked up with " this thang here" I was struggling, lossed, confused" She stood by me like sum real romantic suppa trick. I love woman and she was the kind at the top of the line. Ain't have to say sumthangs to interrupt, just there and appreciated. News came right we at the club. Dude white with a tan, me black and pale, latino sexy came in pink lip punk, was to tell us by midnight to get the club crunked-up. But this but this cheap hussy liking malo, got lucky and was seconds from being on thyme. See it was 11:49 and I had been told to seat where the font camera was with Hootchie and wait for the live broadcast. Dude came up in here, like some first piece getting mark. And edged the time so close that the live feed camera guy thought we'd miss que. We got that chump straight with some fysta means. We like him but if it ain't focus to clear it, well it ain't no show. We filmed him in his boxers cause we grabbed him when he was nasty with the longate-llayibo. When they crowned me champ, I celebrated like any normal man. Kiss the woman, was slapped on my ass, and then came the hurt!
Muniz motoring down the track
object of affection, heating up
performance wheels. Not
predicated on subjective analysis,
but merely his speed and placement
in the race. No acting required,
just talent, practice, showing up.
Will he be a superhero one day,
admired by all ages? For now,
his stage is kicking up dirt, and
oh yes, he has an audience.
Will he be Malcolm in the Middle
or way way out front. What’s the tell?
Soon he’ll be on the leaderboard
with his full time occupation.
He is over the top excited
to be putting foot to the pedal
in the Nascar Craftsman
Truck Series, seriously!
We will have to
keep an eye
on this young man.
There was a time…
When the world was mine
When everything held wonder
There was reason and rhyme.
There was a time…
When a touch held magic
When a smile was a haven
And only fallen ice cream was tragic.
There was time…
When I felt safe and secure
My dad was a Superhero
With a love that would endure.
There was a time…
When Mother’s love was a light
When MS didn’t control her
When she didn’t give up the fight.
There was a time…
When wonderland was near
I saw it in the snow… the rain
And in faces so dear.
There was a time…
When I didn’t ask why
I knew we’d live forever
No one I loved could die.
There was time…
When ignorance was still bliss
And the pain went away
With a lover’s sweet kiss.
But now is the time…
When I clearly see
There are broken branches
In my family tree.
This is the time…
When I know every story will end
Sickness and betrayal
Might be around the bend.
This is the time…
I see that beauty won’t last
Cause I’m just too scared
By the sins of my past.
This is the time…
When nothing does surprise
Instead of fresh sweet rain
Bombs fall from the skies
And yet….
The little girl in me
Still believes
That the best of life
Is in this moment….
This time!
WAR HERO
My hero never walked in a Memorial Day parade
No doubt he was the bravest of the brave
And that is what I call a hero
No, what I meant he is my superhero
His military pension is low
And the mental state is uncontrollable
He is from a small town
His family spread across the country
His wife passed away when he was at war
She will always be the one he adores
His closest friends are no longer close
To him, he doesn't give a damm about his medals
And his life in the war zone
Any other soldier would have done what he accomplished
There have been a lot of years that have passed
And each day he looks for a reason
To figure out why he is still alive