You are a wild flower
Potted and constrained
You should be in a meadow
Where the sunlight is unstrained
The breeze should blow you gently
Not storms that rattle by
Those petals shouldn't curl and hide
Your beauty from the eye
I wish that I could carry you
And plant you where you'd be
That beautiful wild flower that
You were always meant to be
I see a tree in front of my window
It has a strong root on its bellow
It looks greener than tomorrow
Once it looked grey like sorrow
The sky looks bright again
My window is clear and unstrained
I see clouds smiling in the vain
Maybe the rain washed all the stain
As I'm walking in my feet
As I'm seeing all my deeds
As I'm hearing all the sounds
I touch the pace that is unbound
I smile through the beauty of nature
There's a version of me waiting in future
So I nurture the time that is immemorial
Because she might not feel all of its appeal
Just like today, tomorrow and the day after
I will walk with the memories I gather
There will be a part that is irresistible
There will be a chapter where I'm incapable
So I should smile a little more
I should hear the sea shore
Admiring the present isn't tough
Because I exist in the people I love
Natasha Romanova, the fair 'Black Widow',
In The Marvel Comis, is a superhero;
Surreptitious, specific, and snake-like deadly,
A one-woman army, when needed, self-medley...!
Adorned with the boundless power of hypnosis,
She made anyone, to act as per her gnosis;
With super reflexes, she functioned lightning-fast,
Saved Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson from bullet-blast...!
like Captain America, the peak strength she gained,
She turned her physique stronger or faster, unstrained;
Resurrection was her grand strange ability,
Getting killed, she soon rose in calm tranquility...!
Like light bats or cats or rats, she ascended on walls,
Midst her marvelous jumps, she escaped any falls;
Like Count Dracula, she could, often, shapeshift,
The mighty Mjolnir hammer she could freely lift...!
Her weakness of guilt or ego could not outweigh,
When her might, like gales or storms, made headway;
She sacrificed her life to save others, stories say,
In the Midwest, in a still grave, she calmly lay...!!!
23 January 2023
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Ambition hits her normally at wee hours
But effort is all so useless
She disregards every door with unstrained rudeness
People advice for a mechanical practice
But force brings internal cheapness
She wiggles spitting at people's foolishness
DENTED CANS
At first pristine in form and colour bright
They glittered in the clear warm air of youth
With dreams and goals attainable in our sight
Then framed in words unstrained by filtered truth
To have, to do, to be, without a question
With faith that what’s imagined may gain life
Those holy grails of dreams beyond suggestion
Before opposing forces entered strife
Then caution tempered will and brought delay
And we withdrew the life we had bestowed
On plans we’d made, they took on aspect grey
Were lost from view as cans kicked down the road
Could we unseal those dented vessels’ seams
And then revive their long forgotten dreams
9 January 2018
A bunch of old farts had stated a band
They farted their music you do understand.
And old guy name Sam, well he farted bass.
Small thunder would sound when he scrunched up his face.
And Al's butt cheeks seemed to tintabulate
depending of course on the food that he ate.
Rhythmic percussion was Michaels forte
The pops were non-stop when he chose to play.
Away from old gramps the rest would all move;
his farts were sonorous, and soft and smooth.
The rest of the guys were willing to bet
that most of his farts were frequently wet.
(c) Lawrencelot - August 7, 2015
You're my sweet heart through all of eternity
My salvation with total serenity
You're my North Star when I am lost
I'd find my home at any cost
You're my desire when I am defeated
When all hope is lost and totally depleted
I can find you with my undying devotion
Watching our love set in unstrained motion
Losing you would be a horrible fate
For the "ONE" in my life, my beautiful soul mate
I would be doomed and accept no fame
Because you're my only eternal flame
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