Superheroes
stalwart, selfless
soothing, protecting, serving
Suits, Boots, Capes, Crowns
unassuming, watching, saving
bulletproof, empathetic
Humanity
Superheroes wear masks and capes ~ supervillains make daring escapes
1960 superheroes
arrived inside our grayscale tvs
sporting fringed jackets, leather chaps, and stars on their chests
we knew they were the good guys
the bad guys wore black hats
Marvel films have a way of grabbing our interest.
Superman, Batman, and Robin can't interrupt.
Superheroes are a common childhood fantasy.
Some dwell on villains who are full of fallacy.
Everyone wishes they could fly or be a superhero.
The pride of possessing their own unique billow.
Our desires for a flight might shift each day.
And I've been obsessed with writing essays.
When I'm upset, I strive to be clever and back.
There are also fine days, that I wish to be on track.
Children who seem to be ill, suffering, and insane
I wish I could heal away their pain and grief again.
I often wish I could create money out of thin air.
But then I realize that I would surely turn evil there.
Instead, I'd yearn to bestow hope on the world!
Probably, alike garlic, finding a cure is absurd.
Then I realized that all of us held distinct skills.
We all are born with imagination, and this is real.
That incredible receptacle you name your body.
It's artwork, as love, passion, and care to embody.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
All mums are superheroes,
Yes we know.
We have four eyes, arms and legs.
Keeping everybody happy,
And listen to all the complains,
Giving solutions to your problems.
But sometimes superheroes,
Also need a break from reality.
And she wants to go on holiday.
Laying lazy on a hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
While a soft breeze plays with,
Her grey hair.
And sunrays kisses, soothes her wrinkled skin.
With her eyes closed, she listens to the whispering
Of the wind, singing her a special melody.
For all those times she felt so lonely.
When she had to play nurse until late at night.
Or an attorney, when her child was bullied.
Domestic worker, cleaning up behind everyone,
Teacher to figure out what is one plus one.
For all those times, she was fighting against,
The monsters that want to destroy a happy home.
Or the times she was crying alone.
Hiding where no one can see,
She is not that strong.
So next time mum sounds crazy,
Humming out of tune.
Then she lays lazy on her hammock,
Sipping on an exotic drink.
Not a mythical creature,
or the patriarch of a lewd, cartoon family,
you are my roommate.
Well, one of them,
and you have been for two years now.
Superhero posters make your room your own.
Perhaps you’re concealing a secret identity
when you refuse to hang out with us;
on late night drives,
lunch or dinner,
all we do is make awkward small talk.
And you’re the only one
to keep his door locked.
Your girlfriend never comes around anymore,
you’re always at her place,
though, we don’t mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where you are.
Perhaps you’re a murderer,
waiting for us to leave
so you can indulge in violent ceremony.
Whatever you’re into.
In the words of Jerry Garcia,
I implore you,
“Please don’t murder me.”
How many fools who know my name
And what I do will dare
Walk with me and talk to me
As if, for me, they really care?
None, I used to think
Would be stupid enough to try
To put up with the fool who often
Turned his victim's blood to clothing dye.
And even when you approached me
I thought you friendship was a lie
A ploy to torture the psychopath
Who doesn't care when people die.
Surely, you weren't naïve enough
To think I deserved a second chance.
Baby boy, I've killed so many,
Even with death, I'd kissed and danced.
But you were, innocent little insect,
And even if you say you hate
Me, how many heroes would give a murderer
The chance to change for great?
And the hopeful way you talk about me—
It makes the boxes — and me — go insane
Because I believe, somehow I think,
I can make up for all the pain.
This is nothing similar to a fairytale
Grossly not the packaging of an unwanted mail
Nothing close to a Kafkaesque display
It is FACT!!! On the head I hit the nail
If you're looking for heroes, don't go that far
You might wonder where in the world they are
We are the gratified ones, we've made the par
Look around, you got the super-duper star
Could superman overpower the masters on poetry side
Nor flash run extraordinarily fast in his mind
Ben 10 transform his feelings into written lines
And hulk evolve as poetry's mastermind?
You know the answers if you're not gazing for 'amateur'
We are supersonic... We are not caricatures
We are superiority... We re not immatures
We are superheroes... The best among living creatures
Go back and resurrect that dead pen of yours
Open your book and ink down your elevated thoughts
Speak your mind, Open your heart, don't give up
We were born to do this, We were born to rule the WORLD
Go and reclaim Glory!!!
WE ARE THE SUPERHEROES THEY AINT SEEN YET
A childhood dream - see them and feel,
My superheroes, thought they were real:
Superman, the man of steel
Batman on his wheels
Spider-man on his tightest suit
The oversize body of Incredible Hulk.
With He-man's masculinity
I dreamed I was her leading lady;
The X-men had added to my illusion -
Be among the students of the professor:
Wolverine, my deepest crush
Cyclops eyes' made me blushed
Gambit, simply the best
Beast, to add on the list.
Now I'm fully grown up and realization has come,
That superheroes are just artificial
I've known people never thought I'd met
The real heroes of my life, not to forget.
The first magical breath of life,
Such a tiny bundle of joy to behold.
Proud and ecstatic Mom and Dad,
Tears of joy from Oma, Grandma, and Papa.
Constant wonder with the growing years,
This child so sensitive and so caring.
Any loss of life bringing a deluge of tears,
Streaming profusely from those delicate blue eyes.
And then, meeting the love of his dreams,
A beautiful and thoughtful wife, and her dear family.
Soon, the first magical breath of life again,
Such a tiny bundle of joy to behold.
Proud and ecstatic Mom and Dad,
Tears of joy flowing from this loving family.
The happiest time of all.
Yet, a dark, menacing cloud looms everywhere.
Suddenly, a call to serve our great country;
So quickly thrust into the jaws of a senseless war,
Into the chaos of a vicious, lawless, and distant world,
This new father--so young, sensitive and unprepared.
Superheroes cannot be found in sports,
Or the movies, books, or politics.
They are men and women much like our son, Kevin,
Who will stand and fight-- spirit and soul,
With a heartfelt belief in the American dream.
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