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Helped my son move into college
Just the other day
It was then that I had realized
What took my breath away
No longer was I his hero
I've become more of a friend
I wont lie I still miss the days
When he reached to hold my hand
And with a tear in my eye it hit me then.......
I'm no longer superman
Though he looks up to me
It's not into my eyes
He's much taller than me now
It's more a sense of pride
He knows that I love him
And now I'm his biggest fan
It hurts to know it's time to let go
I'm no longer superman
A few years later Jr came home
With some news that changed our lives
His wife was due in 8 months
He said he needed some advice
I said son you wont need a Cape
Or drive a fancy car
Just be there for your kid
To help mend their broken heart
Enjoy it all for what it's worth
For as long as you can
Cause one day soon you'll get the news
Your no longer superman
They'll look up to you
But it wont be for your eyes
Just make sure their hearts
Are filled with a sense of pride
Make sure they know you love them
And that you're their biggest fan
It'll hurt I know, when the truth unfolds
That you're no longer superman
Every hero sees his day
You just hope to pass the torch
The course of life gets crazy
I told him on the porch
Son I dont have too long
And as he reached to take my hand
He said dad you know you'll always be
My superman
With a tear in his eye his son realized
He's no longer superman
How bird-like a new fetus is,
like a chick in an egg,
the delicate spine curved,
all the fine bones promissory wish-bones
tucked into s floating nest.
Unseen embryonic pathways
are not yet cleared, diverse divisions
are still dividing. Genetics uncertain
for an interval, a pause.
In the blood bound sac
a reptilian blastula
breaks through to be human,
a primordial development
reenacted as a timeless secret.
As a young child
I really thought I was Superman.
I would jump off ever higher elevations
arms outstretched
until at last I broke my legs.
Reality was my kryptonite.
Yet like a fledgling
I was just readying myself for flight.
My mothers womb was closed tight
within it still the residue of broken wings;
they would have to be expelled
before I could be forever grounded.
Songbirds now come to my bird table.
I listen to their chipping beaks as they
crack seeds.
None stay long for fear of the circling hawks,
yet they sing on the wing,
to me, they seem to warble triumphantly
of eggs hatched and eggs
unhatched.
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Picture yourself in your state, as a giver
Seeing some of your green, saying- "good-bye"
The government calls- you answer quite slowly
Tax collectors coming, must tighten your tie
Insane powers that take all your green
Take till the time you are dead
They take from some people; without any care
And their gone
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds...blah
They hunt you down to fill up their fountains
Where blue collar workers pull up their flies
Everyone knows that they're all taking showers
Like everyone knows that Superman flies
We keep paying taxes more and more
They're waiting to take it away
They reach in your pockets as deep as they can
And it's gone
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds...blah
Picture yourself without paying taxes
You'd have a lot more money to- "buy"
Politician promiser's run for election
But the taxman is coming, must tighten your tie
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds
Government in the sky with diamonds...blah
I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream of consciousness abandonment
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
Her glare seemed to covey her
feelings. She is uninterested or
need a script to be remotlyly
kind to him as freind.
He wished her to be more kind as
his and her's research together
could revolutionize the medical world.
What within reason finds us together
he said. She asked was he coming on
to her in a gentle voice, he anwsered no
do you want me too? Awning she awnsered
if our working together
means being kind to one another
I will be kind. If success means us be
exclusive wwith one another
maybe we should start dating
I just want to know the conditions
of our togetherness.
Alligator and Ostriches are the most
popular animals and both our research
is centered around danger. We'll need
to learn to trust one another
were we to be partners.
He told her he had put years into
research and losing it all to some
sorta
dating scam wasn't what he was looking
for. Deal she replied right anwser.
We are dating, and are exclusive.
I don't want anything to compromise my work,
and possibly our future works together,
deal! she told him. I guess were dating: yeah sorta
I guess so!
from the Book " Aqua Man". Written by "Unnamed Auther"
Music Comany and Action Theater Collabarations Inc.
The antibodies from Orstrich were choosen because there
bloods were said to fight illness bacteria and viruses.
The evil works Of Lex Luthor. "When Superman Hears"
this to by the same "Unnamed Auther" a story about
a stone crusher who finds stones on a beach
and crushes them to powder not
knowing the blue stones were Kryptonyte!
Arturia Puchner
Heckal Puchner
Heckal Mendini
Artley Mendini
Starting from scratch, can we imply
Was there a time when pigs could fly?
There's Mary Poppins, Peter Pan
the Flying Nun and Superman.
Starting off in different ways,
all of these flew without delays.
But tales of Wilbur and Arnold,
Porky or Piglet, none were told
from the vantage point of flying.
Imagine that you were lying,
telling stories that were untrue
about a Pegasus that flew.
Scratch that horse and make it a pig,
a Pigasus with wings so big
he'd fly straight to Pinocchio
whose tales could make a playroom glow.
This Pigasus sets up a test
to see whose ballyhoos are best.
When pigs fly you've unlocked the latch -
stretching the truth, starting from scratch.
January 23, 2020
Brian Strand's Strand's Choice 4 contest
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
I need to remember who originally owned my superman cape.
Do you realize it's not all just a dream?
Do you know what I mean now by patterns?
They were, now, and will be
Forever present and pliant around you.
So can you tell me where the cape might be?
With it I could do amazing things.
Without it I'm missing the cape. And nothing amazing has occurred.
I can tell by the way I feel, they wish I had the cape on.
I can't find the cape. I don't remember if I have the cape on or not.
I hate the cape. Because I think I need it.
Though I know the cape would rather be me in a heartbeat.
Since I'm real and I have a heartbeat.
That is, if a cape could ever want something.
Up in the morning sky, I see nothing flying by.
Clouds are forming above the land. There's neither bird, plane, nor superman.
But there's an artist painting unceasingly, making our world beautiful for all to see.
It's another presentation of a beautiful morning. As the darkness fades, I see high resolutions of art,
crafted and painted by the hand of God. It looks like a massive fire rising in the east,
destined to give birth to a bright and sunny day. As long as I can remember, it has always been that way.
Chaos and storms would come and stay, but God says, "Nay". Dawn had graced the stage with cheerful light for several hours.
Now Dusk follows with the promise of quiet, calm, and rest. Just over the western horizon I never detest, because I am
mesmerized by the glorious and sweet tones of blue, red, yellow, and grey, merrily waving goodbye to me and whispering hello to the stars of night.
02152018 PS Contest, Sunrise And Sunset, Silent One; 2P