Corktail music.
It's all happening before Hunter choose
to become an assassin too
Before the magic pot was shot down.
the knight was guiding the pot,
complete silence.
in the middle of the isolated island until all we heard was
...
,[ .... "was the London hot-spike" ]>the movement was real
Everything was happening right inside the pot
All along...
Superhuman colours
Jazz movement was just a story
everything was right But not perfect.
it's was just half giraffe cold soul movement
Those colours we're not fully charged
Separated in different directions.
Perhaps the egg was not ready to dance
stolen before its hatch.
same heartbeat
as for the jazz-beat
It finally exists .
The star is born.
The chosen, completely charged.
Once it appear
Everyone forgets about their worries
The name is happiness
The year is 2037.
I am lying inside a tall glass tube,
bathed in a soft green glow
in a secret quantum lab in China.
Tiny nanobots flood my capillaries,
rewriting my biology,
fusing flesh with code.
My brain—
once just a sponge of thoughts—
now a supercomputer.
Professors in white coats leap with joy.
“You’re the first of your kind,”
they cry,
“the first superhuman on Earth!”
When I wake,
everything has changed.
I see in multiple dimensions.
I think a trillion thoughts at once.
I can be in New York, Tokyo, and Mars—
simultaneously.
To others, it looks like magic.
To me, it’s normal.
But something inside feels... strange.
I move faster than time,
but I miss the slow touch of a human heartbeat.
I solve equations no one else can,
but forget the taste of laughter.
They built me for progress,
but I lost my peace.
Now I travel the stars,
but I no longer know
where home is.
Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Our love was superhuman
Now it has become a ghosting promise
The memories we shared together got lost in the sand we used stand in
How could a love like this turn out so villainous?
I became the antihero today
I’m a stone cold killer of the love we once knew
My heart leapt out of my chest and ran away
I never thought that I would end up like you
Cold and alone, here lies my soul
Along this dark, winding road
My words come and go without my control
I always waited but you never showed
My mind is fragmented into a thousand woes
I thought it would be better for you to know
Mountains are part of life’s journey,
They’re obstructions that separate us from our treasures,
They’re impediments that divide us and the meadow,
Mountains are signposts to greener pastures.
Each day I see strengthens me to move mountains,
Each night I’m chauffeured through pulls me up the mountain,
The closer I get to the Father,
The higher it takes me up mountains,
The deeper I dig into His Word,
The better cliffhanger I become.
Though some mountains are recalcitrant,
They’re restraints to keep me on track,
They’re pride pruners,
They remind me that I’m not superhuman.
Visions aid me to move mountains,
The future I see strengthens my feeble hands.
February 11, 2024.
Four characters make the fantastic team,
after cosmic rays exposure in the outer space
on an experimental probing mission,
each member acquires unique prodigious abilities.
Fantastic Reed, the leader, a virtuoso scientist
and a shape-shifter intellectual strategist,
his wife Sue, with empowered invisibility weaves
force-fields as formidable defense asset.
Her younger hot-headed brother, Johnny, the human torch,
turns into flame and a blaze in flight.
Reed’s best friend, Ben, the thing, a mutated rock-skinned
superhuman monstrous powerhouse with a tender heart.
The Fantastic Four's adventures involve
exploration of the different spatial aspects,
roaming with fortitude through dimensions,
in the uncharted regions of the universe,
from the Negative Zone to the stellar space,
facing and dealing with cosmic and evil threats,
as a family team, dynamic albeit dysfunctional,
amalgamated by interpersonal relationship and solidarity.
An iconic and long-term segment of Marvel comics,
its impact extending beyond comics into other storylines,
The Fantastic Four are more than superheroes,
they are the first family of the Marvel Universe.
Scientific mission into outer space, Reed Richards his best friend
Ben Grimm,
Susan "Sue" Storm and her brother Johnny Storm
Upon leaving the earth in a rocket ship
Got caught up in a violent cosmic space storm
Rays bombarded their bodies
They became cosmically transformed
Coming back to earth, begin genetically rebirth into
Mister Fantastic / Reed Richards who can stretch his body into incredible lengths and shapes;
Stretch-Stretch-Stretch-Stretch
A monstrous Thing Ben Grimm who possesses tremendous superhuman strength, durability and endurance due to his stone-like flesh
It's clobbering time
the Invisible Woman Susan Storm body turned into rendering herself you can't see me invisible invisible invisible
also able project powerful invisible force fields blast projectiles;
the Human Torch Johnny Storm who can generate flames, surround himself with them and fly;
flame on- flame on-flame on
11/15/23
For Fantastic Four Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.
Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.
Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.
Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot
Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as around its denizens swirled
Diving off an undersea high rise of stones not trodded by men
my own breath becoming troubled she dives deeper and deeper again
Sprinting alleyways on the seas floor between walls cut precisely by time
Or chiseled by The will of God a workmanship sublime
The danger of becoming so fully entranced must remain uppermost in mind
As to aid in the returning to the world of the land breathing kind
Unencumbered free flowing soaring leaping in a single bound
how does she talk herself into returning to this now unhallowed ground
Awash in this world without chaos quieted by purpose of thought
Off the wheel off the chain this my friend can't be bought
Watch it yourself see what I mean live it through the fearless eyes
Of a free diver plunging into the surf to traverse it's watery skies
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
I’ve been reading the books of old
Watching the legends and the myths
Flash’s killer frost with her cold
The gifted with their gifts
The testament they hold
Wishing I had even batman’s fists
To protect you like the green arrow
Be there when you need me in a flash
Somebody with a superhuman gift
A superhero, always to take the risk
Not just somebody you can kiss
But someone who can whisk
Maybe a suit before I lift
Like flash taking a great risk
To protect you like superman
Be there when you need me in a vibe
More than someone to turn to
Someone to fly you high like super-girl
Someone to shine for you
Brighten your life like rod from star-girl
Make your world full of fantasy like legacies’
Knowing all what you desire like Lucifer’s
To take control of you like spider-man
Being your hero, superhuman with super gifts.
By Josepoet
©2022
#classicpoems
Long ago, a group of friends and me went to
the cemetery on a Halloween night.
It was so creepy, and the winds were strong
on that horror-packed evening.
I didn’t believe in ghosts until I came face to
face with one.
It looked like a zombie in every scary movie
but much worse.
I had never been so frightened in my life, and I
gave an oscar worthy performance by acting
all brave.
I noticed it was eerily quiet on that full moon
night.
I slowly turned around to see my friends but
to my surprise, there was no one in sight.
So I started running like my life was on the line
I had superhuman speed.
I didn’t look back for a second, and I heard the
ghost/zombie laughing like Vicent Price did on
the Thriller video.
I got some new friends and never hung out nor
talked to the ones that abandoned me so long
ago.
the power is the
superhuman ability
the power is the superhuman,
sense of ability
human sense is human ability
human sense is human super sense
super sense is a sense of power
super sense is a sense of ability
super sense is superhuman sense
knowledge is a super sense of skill
knowledge is a super sense of human sense
knowledge is a super sense of a super sense
power is a sense of power
power is a sense of skill
power is a sense of knowledge
a skill power is a skill sense of skill
a skill power is a skill sense of power
skill is a sense of power
skill is a sense of human ability
skill is a sense of knowledge
skill is a sense of skill
If I were superhuman, I would be “Cataclysmic, the wonderful.”
Cause everywhere I go I cause destruction on contact,
My words cause confusion, it’s an illusion, there’s no confusion,
No accident, that my accent is evident.
Cause everything I touch explodes on contact.
Actions leave disasters in my wake, like an earthquake,
Tsunami, that’s not me but I can cause waves that hit like your mommy.
My words are elementary, rudimentary but let’s not get ahead of me,
I’mma leave a path a destruction in my wake,
When I leave this Earth you gonna remember me.
Popeye
Eats spinach and feels spry
Gains superhuman strength
Keeps Bluto at arm’s length
Olive Oyl
Is Popeye’s foil
Often kidnapped by Bluto
Whom Popeye then punches to Pluto.
08.31.2021
For Joseph May's "Cleritoons" contest
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