Short Caped Poems
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Disappearing black caped vireo
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By Robb A. Kopp
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We won't ever be anybody's red
caped tin horned hero.
We seem local and suburban.
All pleased.
Published in Poetry Almanac - Summer 1974
wearing marabou foo foo
with a Whoville hairdo.
It's the latest fashion rave.
She split the game in two.
On a diamond sky stage
in her crimson-caped suit.
She captured the flame.
Love that shaped do.
He's Batman but his true identity is Bruce wayne.
Some people think he's a hero while others think he's insane.
He protects Gotham City from people who are a disgrace.
He protects them from the Joker, the Penguin and even from Two-Face.
The Riddler just struck and Batman has to fight.
He's the Caped Crusader and he's the Dark Knight.
Form:
Candy cane collector cooks confections
Accepting others' ideas with affections
Revising and rewriting recipes regularly
Creating candy concoctions creatively
He is our baker the neighborhood said
All the December candy he made in red
March candies were green clover shaped
Super hero cookies were aptly caped
What started out as a Christmas thing
Ended up as a profession with extra zing
Bare feet touching gracious slopes tickles,
Carpet of green grass smitten, subdued;
Bosom caped with white and violet blooms,
Whisper hot breaths, and ecstasy stroked
A secret strength, pulsating – enraptured
Undulating earth teeming with leafage
Rugged hands mount tender luscious cleavage
Carved trunk rests; fell into a reverie -
Soon sprinkled with snow, no foliage;
Day and night, alone, what a misery!
7/16/14
Madness fills my mind.
Rabid thoughts pop in and out;
loneliness, longing
fatherless child, I.
Father, she, his?, mine, mine!
Madness flares red-caped
sorrow chases a cats tail.
My one child knows not.
Not my brothers child, mine
Madness pinwheels razor blades.
Suffering I flee…….
my girl I clutch to only me,
from the bridge we dive
she and I together die.
Father? she, He, mine, MINE!
*Something Wicked Came.
Strong head in motion ( Gay Response)
strong head motion not to last the magic potion
tomorrow was a waiting term lending magic for que
lines drawn in the sand & oceanic to
believe for sake of a power greater then self
take that book right back on the shelf
dig Caped Cod sought the frog of immense positive choice
relieve for the vast hidden oyster ready to move over
thses are your barking order to a great beholder
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"THE PUMPKIN SHUFFLE"
MIDNIGHT CHIMES MISTY
PUMPKIN SHUFFLE SWINGS EERIE
SMILING GLOWING SMILES
ROLLING ROUND HAUNTED CASTLE
DRACULA SMELLS PUMPKIN PIE.
JACK-O-LANTERNS STRUT
HIDE AND SEEK SO KNIFE WON'T CUT
RAVENS FANCY FEAST
PUMPKIN PATCH HIDES MASQUERADE
VAMPY THIRSTS FOR MARMALADE.
PUMPKINS PINCH MOIST SOIL
OVEN HEAT BEGINS TO BOIL
SCOOPING INSIDES OUT
YUMMY SWEET TREAT TASTES SO GOOD
PUMPKINS SHUFFLE 'NEATH CAPED HOOD.
Preening poetess you amaze me
Your glowing speckled freckled face
As you quilt a lilt of melodies
With not even a hair out of place
Well caped and draped in shimmering light
Soft gabardine all in tangerine
You muster a bluster of eloquence
A vision the world has so seldom seen
Your eyes the prize that shames the sunrise
Those rings and bling at your fingertips
And whenever heard the spoken word
Sounds so much sweeter upon your lips