Happy Mother's day

Mother’s day

You gave me life

You carried me

When I was sick

You took care of me

Cinnamon toast, homemade biscuits

                                     French toast, C3P0 cake            

My teacher, my friend

“I’m looking for a reason to use this.”

Love, kindness, caring

My comfort

Reading me scripture

Homeschool, Anne of Green Gables

Clint Eastwood

Moody Blues

God used Revalation to show you

Why He is worthy

Doggie Heaven

Puppy, Twinkle, Tripper, Piranha

Chip, Sally, RoRo, Squirt, Boo Boo

Dinners with Grandma and Paw Paw

Baptism, living out God’s love

Pastor’s wife, carpet sermon

First Baptist Choir

Taco pile on

White Creek

House fire, snake bite

Piano playing, moving furniture

Wedding reception for me

Embracing my wife

Making her part of the family

Seeing your son

As something special

Chasing string

Through a pasture

Rubber band wars

Fireworks chasing you

Woolworth diner

Haircuts, honeysuckle

Tarps, Jasmine

Homemade ice cream, tapioca

Flying tortillas

All this boils down to

Memories of mom

Happy Mother’s Day

To the best mom ever! 

Female hero shirts

I wrote this poem because of a conversation Marion and i had Monday.  I wear a lot of superhero attire and one thing i get mixed reactions on is when my shirt display a female superhero.  i get as varied reactions as much as John Cena does when entering a WWE ring.  Some people insult me and some like what i wear.

Female Hero Shirts

Why don’t you get it

You like your sports

To me they’re boring

Way too bland

Your comments

Way out of hand

I prefer the arms

Of some hands

Enveloped in spandex

Fantastical powers

Defending hour after hour

I see my friends

You see a way to insult

Really come on get over it

The comics, cartoons

Clothes, t-shirts, things I like

The insults roll off

Like pebbles from a bike tire

Do you even know why

You are making

Fun of me so

Really it’s not me

It’s all you

I just wore a shirt

Your weirdness

Caused you to inflict hurt

The superheroes I like

A lot are of the race female

You see a body in a costume

I see way more

Do you know

This hero

Or is your insult

That of one

Who knows zero

I’d love to talk with you

Explain the things I like and do

But an open heart and mind

Is the choice left up to you

Stop making fun of my shirt

Your comments really hurt 

Doom

I wrote this poem with this resounding sound of the word doom and a drumbeat in my head.  I wanted to do a take on Marvel Superheroes and them resolving problems. 

Doom

Five O’clock news

Doom

Doctor

Doom

Fin Fang Foom

Doom

Avengers assemble

Time to prevent

Doom

10 O’clock news

Doom

Today the Spider becomes a man

Time to prevent

Doom

High Evolutionary

Genocidal

Doom

Get your Warrior on

Time to prevent

Doom

Latverian Nation

Deadly Doctor’s house call

Fantastic Four

Time to prevent

Doom



Doom
Boom 
Swept by a giant Broom
Heroes cleaned up the causes of 
Doom

Logan's pain

This poem was born from a series of comics I read called the Red Dead Hand starring Marvel Comics Wolverine.  In the series Logan is drugged, shot and repeatedly attacked by a variety of strange and bizarre people only to find out each opponent put up against him that he killed were people deceived to engage him in combat were also his offspring.  His assailants were revealed to have been sent by a group the Red Dead Hand.  Wolverine kills all of those sent against him.  He escapes to a mountain so filled with grief and pain he continually hhurls himself off in an effort to end his own life but his healing factor will not let him die. 

Logan’s pain

Berserker barrage

Adamantium claws

Yellow and brown

Fury and rage

School and X-Men

More animal than man

Not so much a hero

Claws stabbed a gyro

Discovered his spawn

Became foe after foe

Severely deceived

Blood flowed red

Legitimately depressed

Killed his next of kin

The Wolverine is ashamed

Heart is now broken

Seeking penance and repentance

Hurling himself repeatedly

Mountain peak rushes to meet

Snowy ground rushes faster

Than wind and sound

Grief cuts like a coral reef

The mighty mutant

For all his skills

Speed, aggression, strength, healing and claws

None can undo his trail of blood

Emotions undo him like

Water eroding in a flood

Seeking an end to his pain

Off the tall mountain

He hurls

His heart very broken

Ever healing

Unbreakable frame

Time and again nothing eases the pain

For his very own children

James Howlett Logan has slain

Wolverine can’t cope with this pain.