Long Superman Poems
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It was Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree was aglow
With fairy lights and Christmas decorations,
Our four year old suddenly said Mommy,
Why don’t we have snow,
Only seen pictures of Santa with lots of his elf relations
And Rudolph who loves the snow, so how does Santa
Come to us, where it is so hot and we have to keep cool,
By splashing all day in our pool?
Do you think Santa will remember I want a Panda
Bear and what about my Nursery rhyme book,
My old one has a torn cover, don’t worry darling,
He has your letter, you also mentioned that you want to look
Like Superman, I gave him a big hug, my sparkling starling!
Santa remembers every child I explained,
Our son was so excited his concentration span, that of
An excited four year old child, what smells so yummy
Mommy? Jam tarts and chocolate biscuits! He let out a giggle
I remember last year, Santa loved your jam tarts,
He really has such a fat tummy,
How with such a fat tummy does he wiggle and jiggle
Out of the chimney, last year he finished every jam tart,
And he even left a piece of his beard behind on the mug,
And his boots had snow, so he left footprints on the floor,
Right from the front door!
How does he do it all in one night, what time does he start,
He came to my side of the breakfast nook and gave me a hug.
Tommy’s daddy has no job, so I asked Santa to bring him a kite
I hope he does, what time it is mummy. Almost time for bed,
It’s late. Next year I’ll be five, I’ll ask Santa for a bike.
I am so excited, how will I sleep, I’ll close my eyes tight he said,
Our youngster was exhausted from all the excitement and fell asleep
This was our cue, we put his presents under the brightly lit tree,
And had another quick peep, to make sure he was fast asleep.
In the sky that night, was one very bright star,
Which I am sure, could seen by all, whether near or far.
We put on the Christmas carols, and sang softly along,
Counting our blessings and praying they lasted our whole life long.
Is Your Refrigerator Running
Late at night while sleeping or in a trance
Contemplating philosophic thoughts about the universe
Children called on the phone and postulated
An age old question about refrigeration
They shouted loud into the receiver
“Is your refrigerator running sir?!”
(I added the word “sir” since they did not… they must have forgot)
I checked my refrigerator quickly and checked its pulse
Looked inside to discover cold, outside was running hot
Somewhere about its lower region it seemed too hot
The children were so wise, so smart, so intelligent
They astutely suggested that I go and catch it
My refrigerator was running wild with fever
I did not want to get or catch what it might have
What if it’s contagious?
Tomorrow I throw my refrigerator away
And buy a lunch box to replace it
One with Batman or Superman on the lid
Refrigerators have become too complicated
I just need a simple box to keep stuff in
I must remember to thank the kids for what they did
as a kid i dreamed of being a hero ,wait! dont laudh please
not a policeman or fireman ,i wanted to join the justice league
to hang out with the green lantern to fly with superman
to be friends with the wonder twins or just swim with aquaman
what about wonder woman in her invisible plane that's th plan
or to chase down the joker with the dark knght- batman
what will they call me, what will be my name ,that i do not know
cause it kinda hard to find a name for the first black superhero
what about those tights i dont know i'll find something else to wear
then my next problem would have to be what to do with my hair
then i'd think of my body size and how i'd like to be cut
what could i say if i had it my way i'd be builted like the hulk
and what would be my powers since i would'nt really be human
i would have to have powers like the Xmen you know be somekind of mutant
to grow up with the superfriends fighting the legion of doom
those are the dreams i use to have as a kid alone in my room
Look at you , my young brother so alive
like a sea-god with feet curling on waves,
the reef drenching our boxers of summer
with impish eyes grinning till noon cracks.
I have a best buddy gentle as crests’ ebb;
he’ll be a rocker like me when we grow up,
chart- topper of wind-songs blowing the tides
drooling cool rhythm ; fine lyrics I will supply.
Trust me, your superman vows on bond’s warmth
under lit stars, guitars and bonfire shall flame…
now, if our folks can add a sister into this knit
five of us beachcombers, can conquer the seas!
Oil Paintings 1-2-3 any Poem form
For Eve Roper’s Contest
Visual #1
11/14/2015
I ran from my home to look for my fate.
Thought it was easy like a fun game.
Then it was full of struggles and a pain.
Stumbled many times in the street,
Even tasted mud and know if it’s really sweet.
Was drowned at the sea with no jacket,
Bitten by snakes and say they’re all fakes.
Words of others are hammering me,
Got a swollen mass on my head.
To think that I’m just seeking for my life,
Why do I have to taste the cruelty of life?
Though I repeatedly slapped by these snags,
I ended it well telling that I am proud!
From being a battered no one,
To an ultimate superman!
I should say that life has hundred takes.
Before you taste victory.
Neighborhood
Dawn rises touching the hilltop - new light swelling with the smell of coffee and bacon. Eyes blink away the sandman’s residue, loud yawns like lions, footsteps in pj’s resound on staircases – breakfast - weekly allowance burns holes in jean pockets as neighborhood gang assembles on the first day of the weekend - our gang on Saturday.
the weekend routine
our gang gathers for a quest ~
allowances saved
Our street tries to sleep in on the weekend before raucous voices shatter the stillness at the home base telephone pole. Allowance in pockets, a noisy horde moves like locust swarms towards nirvana – free movies at the museum, sliding down granite lions from a Pharaoh’s Egypt, staring at relics from Amazon jungles.
rare artwork displays
jewels treasures of the past ~
wide eyes wondering
Not done yet! An hour for burger and fries. Race down the hill to the Roycroft event. Tickets a quarter, one box of candy – popcorn shared with a best friend. Booing the villains. Cheering Lone Ranger, Number One Son, stealthy Green Lantern, the Shadow and westerns – sheriff saves the damsel, proceeded by Elmer and Bugs. Can you guess who is on first? Just enough quarters left for a bus ride home!
superman batman
saturday at the movies ~
break for tired parents
9-2-20
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor: Jenish Somades
'Frisco to Atlanta, D.C. back to L.A.
Chaos running wild in the Land of the Free
Fighting for the right of frustration and greed
We're holding court in the streets
We had to make ad hoc law for the Nazi German freaks
Now just apply the laws to all those confused by geeks
Peace cries out through the masses and their fears
Lighting the fuse of anarchy, ostracizing all that appears
It's a freedom of all amended rights
Closing our eyes to the other side
Saluting the red, white and blues
(I must ask the relativist concerning rules, who's?)
Like Superman and kryptonite and a telephone booth
We've lost sight of (Pilate asks) what is truth
I've been wondering about our secret selves...
The vegetarian smoker
The introverted joker
The soldier with the peace sign
The anonymous byline
The accountant with unfinished sums
The deaf musician's steel drums
The blue collar millionaires
The conservative who dares
The scientist who prays
The vagabond who stays
The man who kneels to take a stand
The female poet who's a football fan
We are all more than we seem...
12/26/18
Submitted to 'Honourable Mentions Worth Mentioning' contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
(I like playing with the idea of secret identities, which started me thinking of how everyone is both Clark Kent and Superman, we all have a face we show and a face more private and unseen-)
Form:
Trying to hold back but the tears won’t let me
Drop dead gorgeous
My queen is too deadly, in her white dress they can’t help but look
I just hope this is not Sodom and Gomorrah, stay woke not shook
I am honestly doing whatever I can not to ugly cry
But not even black superman could catch this rain and pull the sun from
behind the clouds of my eyes
Slow walking down the aisle, who gives this woman away to this man?
May I take your hand, looking oh so grand
Curves in high demand, got my heart saying damn
I’m your biggest fan, we are forever friends
Ring, ring on my finger, I’m glad you answered the phone
I’m not afraid to admit I thought I’d just be alone
Ring, ring on your finger, I’m glad I never hung up the phone
Feels like we are still talking on the phone, except we both fell asleep
I wonder if we ever cross paths in your dreams
Eyes closed but I saw her clear as a glass flower
Didn’t think it was possible to be more beautiful than that night
p.s. but today in that dress you got my feelings a mess…
Do you ever just feel like it’s too much pressure
Like you're a tea kettle screaming, but everybody keeps their don’t care ear plugs in and can't see vision lens on
So no one can hear you suffocating or see you dry drowning.
They are blindly waiting for the next bit of pressured tea
Superman isn’t coming to save you. Trust
I’ve been screaming, and he still hasn’t found me
Something tells me he has no space for me under his cape of success
Life has made a choice, and it’s challenged you greatly
No one can stop it, just the end
Even then that’s a maybe
We actually don’t know if that’s just another beginning of a new rat race
We have yet to see or begin to comprehend
I am losing my voice from screaming helplessly
Tones that have fallen upon deaf ears who also can’t see
Would someone please give me a breath to breathe
Living is like a cigarette just sucking the energy of life out of me.
Depletion of patience, in exchange for cancerous thoughts
Scared to inhale, afraid more damage it will cost
Pressure. Pop
You thought I did it just, pressed the red button
You actually thought I'd hit it?
Are you kidding? Have you not learned yet
Under constraint, beauty is produced
So the more it's compressed
The brighter the rays will shine through
Pressure is uncomfortable for a duration of time
Withstanding the forces of life will produce
Unbreakable human diamonds
Stronger every time