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Premium Member Spawn Anti-Hero

 
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent

he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin

Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that 
however, their destiny would take a dark turn

on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil

he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars

he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins 

Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and  Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ...  his protective wings

his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller

Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing

he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth

when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit

does he ?

his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda

_________________
March 28, 2023

Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori


Premium Member Silly Sally's Summer Sale

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               New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
          This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm:
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          If that one is sold out, this might fit the bill:
               "The Perfect Hamburger" by Patty O'Grill.

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               "Naming Your Newspaper" by Dale E. Planet.
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               "You Must Bring My Daughter Home" by Ada Clock.

          One book I've been wanting I think really rocks:
               It's called "Spooner's Footwear". It's by Susan Shocks.
          You students may need this one for your next quiz:
               "It's All About Nature" by Ollie G. Whiz.

          And speaking of science, this one is debateable:
               "Decomposing Organisms" by O. deGradable.
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               "Better Test Taking" by Olive D. Above.

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               "Hypnosis Tricks" by U. R. Barry Sleepy.
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               "Be On Time For Church" by Isabel Ringing.

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               "Reacting in Crises" by Olive O'Sudden.
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               "Destroyer Warfare" by Mandy Battlestations.

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               "My Very Small Breakfast" by I. Ada Negg.
          I know of a fitness book you ought to buy:
               "I'm Living Forever" by Dawn Wanda Dye.

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               "It's None of Your Business, You Twit!" by Bud Out.
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               there's a nice bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you!
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Flight For Freedom

Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears

Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell

Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93

Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side

Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel

Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end

Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate

Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter

Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures

Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother

Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister

Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing

Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent

Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall

Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends

So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me


APRIL KERSEY-STRONG

					9/11/05
Form: List

To You

your like my second mom...
but for some reason, 
this is really hard 
to write...

this poem is supposed to be 
about you and me
well that could 
turn into a 
a novel...

we have been through so much,
you knew me before
i even knew
myself 
10/14/96

we even we on vacation
me and you, sammie and mom
at myrtle beach
forever ago...

during that week, the best week,
i lost my very best,
furry friend 
purple...

and your little sammie
who's not so little now
really thought 
i still had
her...

a few short years later,
here we are,
im 14,
and scared...

if i were to loose you,
it would be like 
losing my
mom

now, i wouldnt have it as bad, 
as everyone else,
but like i said, 
your like my second mom....

to me and mom...
your more than just a friend..
with all of our hearts 
we love you...

you have a very, very,very
special place in my 
fourteen year old
heart...

i would be a very strong
14 year old
if im not 
crying by now...

this poem got really easy
to write...
really fast...

i dont understand
why that is...
but maybe you do

you have to explain to me 
why that is
when you get out 
of this
place...

when you get out of here,
me and you are gonna 
take a day
just me and you

ill come over really early
and fix you a 
really good breakfest
in bed

then we will take the day
and do whatever you want to do 
still in bed!

then, while your relaxing,
ill go and make me
and you a
reallly healthy
lunch

i will be your servant,
for the whole
live long
day

take your time in 
geting better
trust me
we can
wait...

keep doing what your doing
we will be here when
your 
100%

we really have something 
to be thankful for
this year 
and its you
wanda...

you gave us quite a fright.
we cant imagine life 
without you
darlin'

remember isaiah 40:31,
"but those who trust
in the lord will
renew their 
strength

they will soar on wings like
eagles; they will run
and not grow 
weary;

they will walk and
not faint."

keep your faith Wanda,
were all pulling
for you
sweetheart

Premium Member An Evening At the Home

Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
  (Hip not broken yet.)

Answer Wanda's light to calm her justified paranoia 
because she knows that she is somewhere other 
than her home but just can't figure out where that is.

Answer Jeremy's light to help him sip his water 
while he giggles at his favorite T.V. show.

Accept his thanks and feel your heart break again to see a 
45 year old man who can no longer control his limbs be so 
appreciative of such a small act of kindness...big act of kindness.

Check on Jack even though he doesn't turn on his light 
because you hear suspicious noises coming from his room.  

Help Jack to bed after you find him swatting an 
imaginary fly with an imaginary fly swatter.

Try to re-position Emma so that she is comfortable 
even though her limbs are fetal-position frozen.

Kindly lie to yourself about her comfort so that you can 
control your guilt when leaving the room.

Go into Jackie's room when she starts her usual screaming 
that "she doesn't want to be here, and her family hates her 
and that's why she's here."

Kindly lie to her and control your shame because you know that 
what she is saying probably is true.

Answer ex-model Mabel's light and listen to her story about 
how she could have married Groucho Marx, but that she married 
her true-love instead.

Feel a sense of sad pride when Anna proudly explains to you 
how she keeps track of her day by tracking her activities as she 
would have for patients when she was a nurse.

Keep taking care of and giving these people (not patients) 
love every chance that you get.

Gail's notes: Portrait of Joe and Wanda is the sequel to this.  To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.
Form: List


Roy Wala Waisraeli

ROY OF THE LIGHT

Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light

He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the speed of light
and take any look he fancied..
now Roy fancied.. nay loved
loved them nice girls
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village

WE nicknamed him WANDA ROY
For a travellor he was
the first of the pilgrims
ROY the just ROY, a mystique..
ROY a defender of the down trodden
ROY a defender of justice
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village

ROY the one who always saw more
yet admitted too little 
they now say ROY roams the big city.. NAIROBI..
And did ROY love them gracious ladies
ROY of light indeed loved them fair lasses
ROY we loved to tease.. the skirt snitch..,
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village

ROY thou an ordained brother of the church
ROY now a musician
ROY morrow a cop
ROY the next day a movie star
ROY you are but the star of light
ROY a computer wizard
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village

Unlike kunti the king ostrich
my head is unburried under the sand
dont i know ROY.. ROY my kinsman
ROY who taught me eloquence
ROY the teacher of subtle
and master of martial arts
i believe ROY for we grew up together

ROY a resource beneath the cloud
ROY a variant of norms
ROY a teacher of customs
ROY just ROY..
You loved the feel linen
i believe in you ROY for we grew in the same household

Years come and go
seasons come and pass
they are born and given to be wed
But ROY OF the light..
are you not a resource beneath a cloud
you are the echo of light
you are the beacon of light
i speak of you ROY you are my kinsman

ROY the resource beneath a cloud..
ROY..We knew he was just
ROY, THE JUST ROY
And Israeli our people ROY
Will always remain ROY...
ROY nimo mawala ma israeli.

Premium Member Let Me Be Your Friend - Mothers' Day Recall

For Wanda, and all mothers ---

I can't forget the feeling when first I heard you cry.
I couldn't understand you though, I wanted, so, to try.
Bewildered tears ran down your face. I couldn't tell you then.
Now I think you understand that's how a life begins.

A tiny little baby so helpless and so weak --
Already had some things to say, but, knew not how to speak.
Forced into a different world than that from which you came -
You had to face a brand new life before you knew your name.

A mother's love surrounded you in the world from which you came.
And, as you grow, from day to day, I hope you'll feel the same.
As time goes passing by, I hope we'll not pretend,
Let me be there when you cry - Just let me be your friend.

Both a student and a teacher in your life, I want to be.
There are things that you can learn from me, and some you can teach me.
Wherever life may take you, a mother's love I'll send.
So, when you really need someone, just let me be your friend.

My child, I hope you understand that I don't know it all.
At times along uncertain roads, you may see me trip and fall.
So, I hope you'll be there too, if I should need to mend.
And, whether happiness or sorrow comes, please let me be your friend.

©Copyright
Jacob Payne, 1982
All Rights Reserved
 
Author's Comments:
"Why God gave this to me, I'll never know. It is the emotion I believe most mothers feel. It was 1982 and I was driving alone from Houston to Waco where Wanda and Joan, my wife and daughter, were to meet me. I started thinking over and over about mothers and children. I remember scribbling on a pad lying on the passenger’s seat of the car as I drove along the interstate (a practice I certainly don't recommend). By the time I reached Waco, the poem just needed cleaning up and polishing up...... Jake"
© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Let Me Be Your Friend

For Wanda, and all mothers ---

I can't forget the feeling when first I heard you cry.
I couldn't understand you though, I wanted, so, to try.
Bewildered tears ran down your face. I couldn't tell you then.
Now I think you understand that's how a life begins.

A tiny little baby so helpless and so weak --
Already had some things to say, but, knew not how to speak.
Forced into a different world than that from which you came -
You had to face a brand new life before you knew your name.

A mother's love surrounded you in the world from which you came.
And, as you grow, from day to day, I hope you'll feel the same.
As time goes passing by, I hope we'll not pretend,
Let me be there when you cry - Just let me be your friend.

Both a student and a teacher in your life, I want to be.
There are things that you can learn from me, and some you can teach me.
Wherever life may take you, a mother's love I'll send.
So, when you really need someone, just let me be your friend.

My child, I hope you understand that I don't know it all.
At times along uncertain roads, you may see me trip and fall.
So, I hope you'll be there too, if I should need to mend.
And, whether happiness or sorrow comes, please let me be your friend.

  
Author's Comments:
"Why God gave this to me, I'll never know. It is the emotion I believe most mothers feel. It was 1982 and I was driving alone from Houston to Waco where Wanda and Joan, my wife and daughter, were to meet me. I started thinking over and over about mothers and children. I remember scribbling on a pad lying on the passenger’s seat of the car as I drove along the interstate (a practice I certainly don't recommend). By the time I reached Waco, the poem just needed cleaning up and polishing up...... Jake"
© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Wanda In America

Yuma

                                                  Large field of corn
                                                Surround the small town
                                                The smell of a cattle feed 

                                                The smell of the pig farms

                                                Hi way 34 runs through 

                                                Train tracks and dogs
                                                Howling to the sound of

                                                Shaking in the local trailer


                                                Main Street full of kids 


                                                Country town, life 


                                                Pick up full of farm boys or

                                                Left off at the local store



                                              To spend the hard earned money

                                                From days of toil in bean fields

                                                Sending money back to their
                                                Wives and kids in Mexico

                                                Well somewhere one hundred 

                                                Fifty miles away Denver
                                                Rich fat cats eat steak, and


                                                Welcome to the American 

                                                Pedro, jose, maria, billy 


                                                And lets not forget Wanda Sue..
© Tom Valle  Create an image from this poem.

My Lover, My Friend, My Partner

To my dearest Steadrick,

There were times when I would become so afraid
that my harsh words and  impulsive actions would push you away,
Due to the fact I would allow things to get to me
and from out of the darkest shadows could come my insecurities.
But by my side you always still remained
loving me continuously all the same,
With patience you let me know that my actions you understood
not forgetting that in me you still seen all the beauty and all the good.
The very thought of me living my life without you hurts me so
there is no way I can ever imagine letting you go,
You have been here for me whenever I would call
and you have always managed to give me your all.
With you honestly and sincerely loving me
my brand new life has taken on a whole new meaning,
No matter what trials and tribulations we may go through
I will time and time again keep on loving you.
There were those that thought our love would not last
predicting that our love was just a passing fad,
But in the process we have shown them the strength of our love
and the solid foundation of our bond.
Steadrick, every day and night I thank God for blessing me with you
together in life as a team we can surely make it through,
Moment by moment and day by day
all things for us will go our way.
Steadrick, my heart is overflowing with all of the love that I have for you
and there is no other that can compare to you,
Soon, our separate lives will finally become one
and that is when our precious journey in life will have begun.


                         Love your lover, your friend, your partner
                                                  Wanda
Form: Rhyme

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