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Vultures verify vulnerable villages,
Vacuuming value, venerating vaults.
Voters vilified, voices vetoed,
Votes vanished, victories volatile.
Visible villains veil violations,
Virtuous veterans victimized via vanity.
Vast vaults versus vacant vessels,
Value vaporized, virtue vandalized.
Vice validates violence, violence validates vice,
Vicious vortex, vicious vice.
Victims vilified, victors vindicated,
Verdicts valued via victory.
Vassals versus visionaries,
Veins vibrating, voices volcanic.
Volition versus validation,
Vital versus virtual vocation.
Verify every version.
View every veil.
Value verification versus verbal virtue-signaling.
Vision without visibility becomes voluntary blindness.
Vengeance? Vacant.
Virtue? Variable.
Victory? Valueless without volition.
Value lives via voluntary vision,
Verses vibrating with visceral veracity.
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
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Sponsor: Jenish Somades
I went to the Hollywood studio meeting
Paul, Steve and Sandy gave me a warm greeting
I was there to advise them, hired from Spain
My motto in business was no pain, no gain
So we sat down to the business at hand
Their movies were sinking, like stones in quicksand.
"How about a cowboy movie," I said...
"Good guys and bad guys with the latter shot dead!"
A gasp of wonder spread to them all
"Why didn't we think of that?" said Paul
Said Sandy, who though rich, struck me as obtuse
"It has to be woke, it must have juice
The cowboy, we'll call him Abdul McPherson
No, wait, we should refer to him as a CowPerson
His love interest should be black or brown
A birthing person, the soul of the town
The villains name could be Donald McKnight
A Donald Trump stand-in, got to be white."
"Wait," said Steve, "cis-male is a relic."
Abdul should be tender, gender-fluid and angelic."
Steve looked at his reflection in the table of mahogany
Added "How about hints of consensual non-monogamy?"
Sandy said "No! We must push the edge with our fans!
Every character, even the horse, must be trans!"
I was sarcastic, I said "for a true creative spark
We know Spielberg had a hit long ago about a shark,
Maybe stick one in the film, somewhere in the sagebrush
A gasp spread around the table, an awestruck hush
Paul shouted, "that's it! Cowperson versus Jaws!
A fable about transgressing natures laws!
Lets start shooting tomorrow, drop that Batman remake:
With this kind of theme, we can't make a mistake!"
Despite guaranteed payment, I was feeling sick
I already knew there was no hope for this flick
But they got so thrilled, they made their bet
Sunk investor millions, their studio further in debt.
I gathered my fees, went back to Spain
And "Cowperson versus Jaws" circled down the drain
To my horror in the credits, they mentioned my name
I was jeered in Madrid, couldn't face the shame.
Paul, Steve and Sandy did fine at the bank
Woke investors kept funding, though the movie stank
Though audiences felt under a dentist's drill
The Critics said the movie was epic, groundbreaking, a thrill.
Geologists say that one day, California will fall into the sea
Its already happened; Hollywood is a parody
Showdown at Noon but no Gary Cooper, can't find John Wayne
Woke Bandits have stolen the gold off the movie train.
If the world burned
I wouldn't be too sad
Afraid of the abyss
But definitely just fine
I have nothing to cling on too much
A lover, couple parents and
Some family really not that much
Maybe my dog
I admire her so much
My life was lost long a go
And my purse has never had two coins
a purple patch
I am struggling to keep up
with the petiness pretences
and self importance
I am supposed to imposse
on my self just to make sense
seem human seem like I am doing stuff
With some experiences '
That I dont think matter much
and an education that I am not allowed
to use If I do not match
with corporate culture
made to mask toxic matter
In that environment
Made for machines and proud workers
Emotionally intelligent assholes
Who slit throats just too be told good work
By some sad people who
Do all that to have the little assholes telll them
Great work
So that they can believe it themselves
and pat their own backs
They do all that to stave off that fact
That we are all human
All special '
meaning that no one is that special
makes us equally just stuck
In their time marching towards
a dirt patch
Comforted by narratives
That have heroes, villains allies, dukes machines and purpose
But none of us ever do much
Because at the end of time
we were just stardust drifting in an ininite cosmos
That is also anxious about its lack of purpose
So no I would not be too sad
If the world just burned
Form:
Ghanaians are beating
The drum of shame
For Nigerians
Which they will later dance to
Calling Nigerians in Ghana
All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding
Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes.
Ghanaians are on the street
Creating scenarios
Nigerians the villains
Forgetting they triggered it
Forgetting what their Ghanaians
Are doing to Nigerians as well
No country without a foreigner
There are also foreigners here in Nigeria.
See Ghanaians on the streets pretending
They're perfect and absolutely innocent
Because of the acts and misconduct
Of few Nigerians in Ghana
Now they're protesting for disunity
Your mind is the greatest treasure, work on it
If we can't unite and live in
Oneness, peace and unity within ourselves
Who or where else!?... Let love lead us.
Two millennia ago, a man told us to love.
500 years passed, and another told the same.
Another 500, a man’s followers killed his people in his name.
And they continue to my time.
Another 500 and the Slavs’ chains were relaxed,
In disfavour of those who’s stark beauty was demonised.
They struggle to escape even now.
Not too long after and rotten vines began to expand across the globe.
The rot killed history, and yet consumed its well ripened fruits.
While the vines have since gone the rot still grows from the same tree.
Throughout these years the blame has shifted,
From the people their idol lived among,
To his successors, to their slaves.
Now the heads look foolish for their fingers point in our direction,
Yet their backbone will utilise their ears,
And continue to walk to detain us.
200 years later or so,
And a new star-spangled nation emerged, rising like a phoenix,
burning their vine, and they began to spread their own rot.
100 year later, and the evidence had been branded.
Poverty across the wealthiest, war among the people of peace,
And those on the opposite side of the globe still called monsters in their own home.
And yet the mere four years was called
The worst of our history, the war to end all wars.
No one was surprised 20 years later, yet people fantasise,
eroticise and squeal about those times.
My mouth sours at the thought, no matter how much I try to forgive.
And ever since, false promises, true messages,
Critical salvation, dismissed protests,
State wide boycotts, civil wars.
I sit here, writing in the peace of the moonlight,
And I have realised that I have bought into it all.
I call this our history, and yet I started with him.
I call it this despite my ancestors.
But I do not know how else to function, for we have all done the same.
We bought into global suffering,
And so this is Our History,
And we are all the villains at some point.
The rot grows in the tooth of the beast that is life.
Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes;
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!
There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though both, for human life, are like vehicles and their wheel;
As savior of the victim drowning, the reel hero acts,
Real hero saves the drowning and protects moral pacts...!
Superhero is a bolt; millions of armies in one;
Police, thieves, engineers, doctors... all into a stern-gun;
Phoenix Jones was Good-Samaritan in fantasy form,
Doing good to the troubled, was his genuine norm...!
Benjamin John Francis Fodor (less known), born in Texas,
Witnessed vandalism involving cool criminal nexus;
Common public, to crimes, like buffaloes, stood feeling-less,
They witnessed incidents; did nothing; stood as though helpless...!
Son's legs sliced; car broken; neither for his nor his son's sins;
Friend assaulted; he found his surroundings once again in ruins;
Trying desperately to reach the safe-guarders of law,
Left looted, found a mask fall on him filling him with awe...!
It's with this mask he took his new birth into Phoenix Jones,
Designed appealing outfits that suited his skin and bones;
Prowled around like a lion, breaking, cracking and thrashing,
Harming the criminals; not the innocent kids splashing...!
He patrolled in streets of Seattle voluntarily,
Destroyed criminals, like lion or tiger, merrily;
Fed the hungry; clothed the naked; sheltered the shelter-less,
He wished the entire humanity to grow fetter-less...!
His actions, (full of good intentions) inspired young and old,
To the Superhero Movement many their names enrolled;
Thanatos, Nyx... many such real life heroes stood still,
Taking oath to clean the society, of its evil...!
14 August 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I sit, as I am embraced by madness,
waiting, as the waves cascade like sadness,
spilling over me, drowning the darkness,
I have found the light, though it’s lifeless.
It’s my mess, now as I’ve grown older,
I was born into this to live never sober,
for once you’re over a certain lesson,
you dream to be warmer, in a world that keeps getting colder.
I was lonely, looking for directions,
the skies stayed silent, falling to temptations,
as he walked right behind, whispering salvation,
just as he had before, to every ruler of every nation.
See, my insecurities exploited by many people,
my soul strangled, by cultures and ego’s,
my heart scorched, by vultures and evil,
so I turned and shook his hand.
He could see I couldn’t stand,
so he showed me needed mercy,
let me breathe, from all the people who had come to hurt me,
he fed the thirsty.
All he asked for in return,
is to never eat again, unless it’s earned,
to turn my back on people, who don’t deserve,
to forget about deceitful and walk this Earth,
with a little love for me, for he too was cursed,
and had nobody there too when he too was burned.
Arkham
Is not for me
I wish I were writing
But instead I’ve got guard duty
With serial killers and maniacs
Screaming, howling, crying
Joker, Two-Face
Riddler
Why does The Bat
Let these guys stay alive?
But I guess Arkham might be worse
With its leaky pipes and drafty windows
Gruel for every single person
(So I pack my own lunch)
Anyone who
Sees this:
We’re hiring
No wonder the villains
Keep on escaping this prison
We can’t take on more supervillains here
Batman! Send us more employees
If you want the bad guys
To stay put here
Alas,
Time to make rounds
In this cold and dank place
I don’t get paid enough for this
But at least they match my 401k
Only up to a percentage...
But I do get dental!
Uh-oh…Joker’s
Laughing
The Game Changer-
Battlefield Pi
A call to arcs!!!
Breathes originating desiring chi to be thee
1st Brigade
There be Oarks against Knights
With fairies and Elves
Choosing sides amongst themselves
Upon which side of the line
They chose pouring magic wine
Pawns on a chase board be
If you think overlord thee
Mentalist envisioning new dimensions
In Spec. Ops.
Warlocks and Witches
Creating webs and swing stitches
Then there are those calling on
Faith in wishes
Which goes along with those
Why sick who disses
Psychotic, Physic, Prophets
Mystical, Medium, Mediums
Readers, writers, Rituals
Shaping, Sacred, Stones
Supreme pair are right inside Triangle
Is Center for Command and Control
Archangels and demons even be when
We dreaming
Monsters and Gods, who knew the odds
Ghost, and Ghouls if you don’t have the tools
Super Heroes and Super Villains
All living among the civilians
The metamorphs and trans-humans
Deciding upon which unit
One’s will, will you unite
Battles constantly is waged throughout the light of day
While the light in the dark shines the night away
This be ye mission
Whatever ye been wishing
Ye created in your own words
Which be ye’s decisions
Residing ye in that dimension
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