Not a Monster: A Nightcrawler Poem
I could hear their voices
Carrying pitchforks and torches
The light guiding them through the dark
Towards me, their target, their mark.
They called me a monster, a freak
Shouting at me throughout the streets
But I was the one on the run
Not the one holding a gun.
They soon surrounded me
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee
I wanted to disappear
But my thoughts were clouded by fear.
Their weapons were raised
Their torches ablaze
My body went slack
Then everything became black.
I awoke with a start
My hand over my racing heart
I was in the institute, lying in my bed
With so many thoughts running through my head:
“I’m not a monster, I’m not a freak
I am strong, and I fight for the weak
I may look like a demon, a monster from Hell
But down those depths are not where I dwell.”
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Date: March 4, 2023
Name of Contest: Marvel and DC Superhero or Villain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
torches, dream, fear, fire, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door
as I lay asleep in the wake of earth full living;
She cupped her breath and blew warm air unto the gifted child of grief
sending her to the other side of the ocean together with the coral reef
Bathing my tears with spikenard oil she clothed me with inner peace
then send me to her sacred post dressed in golden fleece
The sky stood tall and the earth stood still , I healed but not at will
she had the touch of an angel and the holdings of a sweet until
beams of light appeared in my grieving soul and slowly I began to mend
until I realized that nothing in this life ever comes to an end
torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door
it delivered me from pain with something I could not buy from a store
L O V E !!!
Categories:
torches, analogy, angel,
Form: Rhyme
The past is but a distant flame,
with reasons there disowned
Where fire burns in effigy,
to singe that falsely known
The ages but a candle dim,
its wick burned to the quick
As torches rage from deep within
—all time a kindling stick
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Categories:
torches, light,
Form: Rhyme
With queries and questions
for a year-long protracted night,
understanding came in a instant,
I believed.
Going home, alone, accompanied
by a weird, unfamiliar light;
I drove off a familiar cliff.
They bereaved.
Instead of mortuary, a mansion
designed by spirit, not by might
I’m home amid thousands
well- received.
Categories:
torches, 11th grade, allusion, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
Two blazing torches
through deep dark way advancing
A cat mews at me
Categories:
torches, cat,
Form: Haiku
fed up with the indecision
it seems to be the reason
for too many empty visions
of romance novels written
don't know why i believed in you
I can't quite think that far back now, dude
my brain's a sunken ship in juice
that i thought consuming would be more soothing
than reminding myself i'm dusting on a shelf
another girl you left who's love didn't depend on
whether you ran or not
why didn't i listen to him...
exactly how far in am in
about now?
and you post pictures
of your body on hers
and i can't help but wanna suffer
i can't help but wanna torture myself
oh god, oh no,
there I go again
oh ****, oh no
there i go again
if you've moved on like you said,
what are you worrying 'bout, then?
Categories:
torches, absence, jealousy,
Form: I do not know?
Wind
Black orbs
Fields where torches fly
Without hands
The hill hides the Sun
-set / “who are you?”
a voice mutes an electric shock
Categories:
torches, spiritual, visionary,
Form: Free verse
When gray, we are away
From light that brightly shines
As if around under a cloud
We roam, spirit forlorn.
Our thoughts turn inward
And we dwell in a well
Of self righteous indignation
Which harrows down to our bone marrow
And sap our energy trapped
By an arraign of complain.
The body stricken get sickened
Little will drugs do to reconstruct
For it had all begun without the sun
And we chose to complain and blame
Outside forces for the extinct of our torches.
We must then choose not to loose
Life is too precious to waste in recession
When we are endowed with a soul
That constantly strives for sunshine.
We realize that we can choose to shine
We realize that our precious eyes
Were given to look outward to things of wonder
Not to ourselves to seek to delve
Upon the shelf of a museum, kept
Tied to tinted glass like shackles.
And while we sway in the gray
So consumed with our costumes
We did not see the sudden sunbeam
That broke through to reach to the yoke
Of our awesome fabric, connected to His
To lead us all to a haven we call heaven.
© March 2012
Categories:
torches, angst, inspirational, life, drug,
Form: Free verse
Oh these words fell so harshly
spread amongst our beaten ears
a lashing cruelly shared
....perpetuated
....flames stoked by hot air
Ugly sides of bitter souls
mirthfully determined to discourage
grasping for sullen companions
spreading the black thin and wide
embracing the abyss blissfully
Fear and distrust given contagious wings
A vengeful hawk soaring
manipulating the wind of lies
then perches again on
the arm of a deceitful handler
Confounded masses fed from a trough
a slop of negative gruel sated the willing
gluttons conspire to poison naive revelers
hand feeding susceptible fawns tainted grain
leaving plague like damage in wake.....
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Blessed are those souls refusing to succumb
filtering and illuminating, nurturing clarity and wisdom
passing torches, not swords, in which to battle blindness
freeing thought through expression and uninhibited honesty
curing the poison of prejudice with the light of love and humanity
Categories:
torches, peace, people, philosophy
Form: Free verse