Long Superpowers Poems
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One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb.
Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March.
A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been
flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong hands
clutched the bar and rocked up and down. Moms cherry red lips whispered
in the winter wind as the snow fell softly all around.
The angels created origami wings and fluttering them around her
like white sail boat masts, entertained her to no end as the sun
shone down with all its strength.
Was the world ready for a super-girl filled with superpowers of delusional dimensions? Where they ready for her free-will descension?
The Earth winked at the stars and the sun cradled the moon. V was propelled to a palladium planet by an introspective God who watched from heaven's big screen as a tiny by-product of a dismantled placenta, a backlash of an Infinite Spirit's creation, a clairvoyant child with a good dose of E.S.P. , was suddenly back on Planet B .
God rolling up the parchment scroll gave out a sigh of relief.
It took as many years for her to mature as a fig on a southern tree.
But grow up she did and oh the things she achieved, who knew ?
to be continued...
My powers have few limits.
My powers are no gimmick.
Three blinks, blinked fast,
Grants my powers most vast.
If my wish is to fly,
I can Peter Pan the sky.
Time is mine to travel,
Freeze, bend or unravel.
While invisible as breeze,
I watched Adam and Eve
Grapple over that apple
To end up forever baffled.
I can heal a hurt body,
Smooth what was rocky,
Stop looming travesty,
Derail would be calamity,
But for no one’s sake
Am I able to duplicate.
All evil that I can’t undo
Is because I am not two.
Much that’s brutal and cruel
Still dominates and rules,
Leaving me to feel inept
Despite my powers so adept.
8/1/12
Another collab with my history fanatic friend, Justin Connor =)
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Two nations, the United States and the Soviet Union
Both very powerful,
Now hold the fate of the world at stake
Attempts to overpower the other
Only bring fear and trouble the hearts of the people
Threat by threat and nuclear bombs
Stirred up adrenaline and false alarms
Will our lack of unity save the world?
Or will it merely produce tension?
Once allies in a conflict that involved the world
Now fighting each other with words instead of weapons
One wrong move from either
Could be the next world predicament
And if nothing is done
More tension will surely arise
Liking a quiet bomb ticking away
Is the great nations’ cruel silent treatment
But no one is keeping it low
Everyone knows and fears what lies ahead
So who will be the winner—the great?
The red, white and blue, or simply the red?
Or will Cuba set up a missile tow?
To shock the Americans into panic
And rush the Russians back into the snow?
Now one nation in the Caribbean
Will be the center of attention
The two superpowers now increase tension
Their decisions will decide how the world looks tomorrow
As the scare smears their eyes with wars of sorrow
How long will the world fight over naught?
It is about time to stop the nonsense
Not two nations, but two leaders decide to make a deal
And realize that it is better to have peace
Than to rain fire on the world
We realize there is enough turmoil to go around
And for now we can all take a deep breath in again
But paranoia and tension take years to heal
And when we decide to breathe out again,
We must expect anything
I have marked my place,
I stand now in the
bulging vein of the moment.
No more hunting for meaning
or for anti-meaning,
all socks are white or not.
I am here.
a one-sized loosely fitted mind,
a tick and cross
on an illogical checklist,
acres stacked upon acres
of fifth dimensional
doubt, faith, and gnosis,
a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter.
I am all things and nothing,
happy to be
whatever you see
and I will not
gainsay your worst opinions,
but embrace every layer of the onion
even though you cannot perceive
the chameleon gifts
of my all too human superpowers,
or my agreeable acceptance
of your legendary life.
I am rooted in truth
and conspiratorial speculation
finding no fault in either
but still a knowing of what I am,
could have been or was.
I am raised up in my lowliness and glory
no longer there or anywhere
simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada.
deeply sorry to be so unrepentant
and mostly happy to be sorry,
not a worry
or any flurry of guilt.
Expunged and indelibly revealed
as this ingenuity of self,
here now and gone
all along.
Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)
Ala Goofus and Gallant
highlights my diametrically
divergent alter egos
always the reserved
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow
circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually bullish
under bated breath
otherwise submissive
internalizing fury and rage
relentlessly lambasted
daily school bus ride
analogous highway to hell,
thus envisioned monstrous physique
linkedin to superpowers...
whereby giant beastie boy
within scrawny nerd
visiting jocular comeuppance
bopping "jocks" on their beanies
with rotten tangerines
(Tom Lehrer would be proud)
knocking senseless nasty brutes
gleefully pummeling rapscallions
casually, heroically avenging
purging immediate threat
while smugly jauntily
relishing carefree blessed awesome
fistpumping air joyous ride
duplicating bad ass daring
do dexterously doubling
(wishful) dream come true
one prior pipsqueak - yours truly
punishing pestiferous classmates,
who sadistically doled
out daily dose,
non USDA approved
cavalier fierce injustice
taken aback when mine knuckles
compress hoodlums opprobrious
wicked yakking (actually silenced)
fountainhead spewing toxins
exuberantly effusively ebulliently
cleaning principle ringleader's clocks
at long last
traumatizing measure for measure
antagonistic arch nemesis
inflicting insufferable torment
once passively quaffed ruffians threats,
now all's well that ends well,
no matter yours truly expelled
forever pleasantly humming
merrily merrily, merrily,
merrily, imagined life
tis but a dream.
When a child senses danger…or they’re feeling a little unwell…
Why is MOM! so very often the first word that they yell?
When they’ve achieved a goal…when they fall in love
when at something the excel…
Why is MOM! so very often the first word that they yell?
Could it be when they need someone to listen…someone who cares
when they’re happy…or when they’re feeling blue
they call out Mom instinctively…knowing that’s what mommies do.
Knowing they will drop everything and come running
the moment they hear their name…
In fact, mom’s all over the world……come running just the same.
Ready to help…at any moment…any day…and any hour
you might say when it comes to moms…this is their superpower.
It’s one of the reasons we are told…from the time that we are two…
If you sense danger or are in trouble anywhere…look for a mom
There are an army of them out there…and they’ll know exactly what to do.
We were recently blessed with a birth in our family
which means we have a great-granddaughter
and are already under her spell…
but it also means the world was blessed with a new mom as well.
Another mom in an army of moms…whose superpowers are the same…
who come running when we need them…the moment they hear their name.
And in an uncertain world…where with all kinds of problem we are beset…
now more than ever we need all the Moms that we can get.
So MOMS…we’re calling out for help…hoping for your wisdom and your grace…
MOMS…if you can hear us we really need you…to make this world a better place.
In a world that’s filled with hatred, prejudice…wars…bullets, guns and bombs.
who better to turn to in this time of need…than an army filled with MOMS.
The reflections in your eyes scare me
Yes, they do tend to say to me
Of how fed up you are of all of my actions
As if blinded and deaf I still am towards your revelations
Of course, I do know that I still do make blunders
Why, I am not made of superpowers
I am but a frail being
One whose days without you feel not like they are days being lived!
Yes, for I do ask myself if there do be a life without you
Is there even my being without you
Is there even a tiny beat of my heart without you
Why, you are the guiding force guiding me in all that I do!
Protecting me from the pulls of demons
Saving me from causing to myself, senseless demolitions
Pampering me to more than I did expect
Loving me, loving me as I am, even in my flawed aspect
Yet, as I do look at you, I do see crosses in your eyes
Such does make me let out painful cries
Why, I meant not to harm you, I meant not to ruin you
Rather, I just meant to act like the rest, hoping still, by doing so, to love you!
But hey, muse of mystery, muse of poetry
You remain my lover, you remain my desire
Muse of my moods
Pray, once more, I do ask you to forgive my human broods
See you, separated we are, between us there do be the blue skies
Why, each day I do wonder whether we shall someday tie the knots
A most difficult task it is, our different kinds be at fault
Yes, I do be human, while you do be mystery!
Pray, muse, in your eyes, I wish not to see those crosses
Should there be so, I would see myself as one so gross
Pray muse, do love me still
I shall try not to let myself be pulled by the kind of this world!
Now i onced hoped for Nuclear war
(i love the sound of onced what can i say once)
to see if i could get superpowers
quite infond of theory of the rip
always pushing out
just to give it help
why would a.i. want to look like us
A.i. Scottish for recognising someone and answering yes
Triffids tickled with tendrils
hugging the face hugger
so the pandemic
never met less humanity
and never loved more
how ever end you meet
what do i like about you
everything from the feet d
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famined unfed
words that should not be spoke
all the rows of laws applaud
Just ice floats apart
Karma strangled by its armour
Hop the every e
With my free will
i choose not to be
why don't none of you join me
Down the lane in a dark alley lives a slinky cat with superpowers. Her abilities go beyond your wildest dreams. They call her Dumpy cuz she eats at the local dump , scraps down under. Her green eyes shine like glass marbles in the dark and her sheen resembles dark sleek oil when the moon hits it just right. On Halloween night she flies out into the night shapeshifting and moving through the throng of children.
She is in search of dark entities that roam the streets in search of victims. Kids are safe when Dumpy becomes "Voltron" legendary defender and superhero of children.
She's a Halloween vigilante that gathers them behind steel
whiskers and spits them out into a roaring fire, watching them
burn til' all Saints day.
The only tell tale sign that she has been on the prowl is a small singed tail that waves around happily as old Zee leaves a plateful of clams by the back door. "
Honey she's back " says Chef wiping his hands on an apron "Here give her this" replies J passing him an old water bowl.
Down the lane in a dark alley lives a slinky black cat with superpowers. She's been known to give out a battle cry or two on Halloween night.
Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans ripping
Homes and families apart
Shedding the blood of the innocent
Then simply labeling it
Collateral damage -
Collateral damage of War
Shelling babies... collateral
Damage of war!
Then pluck out thine eyes
With two bold fingers
For I cannot bear witness
To the dislodging of families
Fleeing wildly wherever
The cold wind blows
Crossing rough seas
None with the ability of
Jesus to walk on water
Nor faith to part it like Moses
Water ...swilling with red blood
And saline stinging tears
Mothers wailing bearing
The agony in suffering
Petrified twisted faces pressed
To their wet bosoms
Fathers gnashing teeth,
Raging, panting, feeling
Like a poltroon
Powerless. Gray skies depicts
No rainbow, no promise.
Strike me down
I refuse to bear witness
Beseeching before I meet my demise,
Obliterate borders, these
Man made borders
Us with our Jingoistic attitude
Jingoistic ... flag waving
Entitlement ... displaying
Utmost xenophobia
The mantra mocking
Go home, go home, go
Home - face your fate
On your homeland soil
Drenched and soaked in blood.
I shiver terrifically in my skin
What if it was me ... you
In those weathered skin
Under the moon and stars
Branded a refugee, worthless
Vulnerable, famished, weak
Motivated by hope to
Overcome barriers and borders
And when pruned fleshed
Feet imprint the coarse sand
There's no child in hand
Swallowed up by the gluttonous sea
Let hell's bells drone on
When dastardly Superpowers drop
Nasty bombs on the innocent
Butchering, maiming ... moribund
Then labeling it collateral damage
Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I will go stark raving mad.
© 2015 Denise Morgan