Superman was nervous,
Thinking he might have to fight,
For he’d fallen for a service
With financial gain in sight.
He agreed to take a meeting,
Hoping all would be all right,
But his heart was loudly beating
As he faced a Crypto-night.
Harsh laxative sourced from a can
Found it’s way to Superman
Dose was so massive
It left him inactive
Now he's just ... Pooperman
Suppose for a moment
Superman had no nose
Three eyes
And one leg three inches too short
He’d surely need a better disguise…
Or would he?
Trump drools to be in charge and boast
That he's the god host we should toast
Yet Don’s now upset
Since the odds on bet
Ranks him behind great Caesar’s ghost
The alarm rings too early
I get out of bed too late
What happens
in the meantime
~ The day has to wait
Five-and-Ten, a ‘Mom-and-Pop’
just down the road
Ye olde-fashioned ice cream shoppe
Round the corner a little bit
an old barber’s pole
Enjoy the flavor of candy-cane wit
Near the station, a musty news-stand
superman comics, Cuban cigars
Circus announcements, strike up the band
All these things: Why, they still exist!
~ etched in memories of indelible mist
He jumps into his pants
gulps down an espresso
Fairly flies out the door
caught up in the flow
Sprints to the corner
squeezes onto the bus
His name is not ‘Superman’
~ He’s just one of us
Dreams.
I want to stand out
To be looked up to
Revered and praised
I want my live to live on
Be a member of history
Do something memorable
Achieve a mythical goal
Invent the saviour of man
Fly faster - go deeper
Reach the centre of the earth
Go into outer space
Land and colonise planets
Be the real Captain Kirk
Write the perfect song
Act; a tear jerking Macbeth
Dreams only dreams
This is what mediocrity means.
Water beneath bridges is always made to move
below the penumbra of our blessed moon.
She flows freely through the mouth of its enclave
taking with her every notion of solidity;
I stand here firm as a rock watching her pour herself out
she slows my senses as she extinguishes my
burning thoughts, and makes me think of
Superman !
How bird-like a new fetus is,
like a chick in an egg,
the delicate spine curved,
all the fine bones promissory wish-bones
tucked into s floating nest.
Unseen embryonic pathways
are not yet cleared, diverse divisions
are still dividing. Genetics uncertain
for an interval, a pause.
In the blood bound sac
a reptilian blastula
breaks through to be human,
a primordial development
reenacted as a timeless secret.
As a young child
I really thought I was Superman.
I would jump off ever higher elevations
arms outstretched
until at last I broke my legs.
Reality was my kryptonite.
Yet like a fledgling
I was just readying myself for flight.
My mothers womb was closed tight
within it still the residue of broken wings;
they would have to be expelled
before I could be forever grounded.
Songbirds now come to my bird table.
I listen to their chipping beaks as they
crack seeds.
None stay long for fear of the circling hawks,
yet they sing on the wing,
to me, they seem to warble triumphantly
of eggs hatched and eggs
unhatched.
Seeking my place
Hope I have the grace
To rise above what yesterday I lost
Paid the cost
Adrift
Gave myself a lift
Wanted to die
But chose to have a good cry
Couldn't get ahead so settling on staying afloat instead
Hard to keep the negative out of your head
When it's all you get fed
Super dented superman his armor starts to rust
Less becomes those he can trust
No longer able to fly
But still willing to try
Lines on the face
No disgrace
It's a part of this race
Holding on, when others bowed out
Give yourself a shout
Strong
For so long
But time goes by
Still you may cry
But as long as you try
You never fail
I know this well
If spiderman's missing
New York city falls
If superman's sleeping
The world burns.
But I don't really care
As long as my fellow poet are here.
Zhann spoiled his debut, by changing into
A Zhiberain thong mist, he caused Blip Dynomo
to be off centered and then Darksied and
and Lex Luther gained advantage and now
are in control of Reton Twenty One.
"I had him Superman": "I had that Organic freak
Until Green Lantern stopped m!". "All those ooh's
and ah's that trick was mine!"
'Dense Dragon and Lumbee Lance both can tell
Ya, Superman I had him!"
Superman looked to the ground and sighed; "ain't no
Sunshine when she's gone ,and Jan and Black Manta gotta thang GOING ON"!
He was listening to "feels like another one".
“Sunshine Superman and the Oriental Nightfish”
Mellow Yellow
cool for katz,
is chillin’
with his dream,
Oriental Nightfish,
in her universe
Wings,
he thinks
will work,
his way
into
my love,
good
for flirtatious
vagabonds
there
we have it,
his audacious gift,
the mind
of a
wondering
tom cat
that indolent
purring
kissing critique
the love cat
bats his lashes
gingerly
tap dancing
roguishly again
across his keys
sensationally
loud yet
quiet
changing up
his m.o.
he slides over
to Disraeli Gears,
boom boom -
then he’s gone all
animal
the sunshine
of my love,
is his cream
the love cat
bats his lashes
tap dancing
across
his keys
to you,
that
sunshine superman
he’s thinking
a dangerous thing,
he’s about to go ...
all Bolan
Children of the Revolution
boom boom boom boom
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Rupert Valentino, The Ritz, a Thursday evening, 2022.
SUPERMAN?
“POW!; “SPLATT!” say the speech bubbles
In the Superman cartoon
As our hero zaps the baddie
And zooms off round the moon.
>b>Tick tock goes the clock
As he swishes through the air.
And the hands have scarcelyticked a tock
Before he’s back standing there.
But when exposed to Kryptonite,
He loses his powers again.
Coughing and spluttering, sneezing atishoo,
Weak in the arms of Lois Lane.
With the Kryptonite safely removed,
He sighs and jumps up from the floor.
Then he’s off to save the world again
And POW and SPLATT once more
6th July 2021
Omomatopoeic poetry contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
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