“HOLY EYE OF THE TIGER, BATMAN!”

CRASH! BAM! WHOOP!
BING! TING! WALLA WALLA BANG BANG!
WOWIE! ZOWIE! KA-BLOWIE!
The battle wages. villains and arch enemies,
unfriendlies and lackies! Henchmen, jokers
and Frenchmen (Frenchmen?) PA-POW!
LOOP! SWOOP! GOTTA CUT ME MICK!
Stick it to ‘em too! SMASH! TRASH!
BASH! HOLY CORNED BEEF HASH!
Clean-up on aisle three! It was quite a spree!
King Tut, Riddle me this! HO-HO-HEE-HEE!
Purrrrrfect! WA, WA, WA, WADDLE AWAY.
TO THE BATCAVE, SAVED ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY!
Good Night, Old Chum! We done!

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 15: HOLY (BLANK)

JUSTICE LEAGUE VS. THE AVENGERS

Bands of heroes fighting for cause,
Truth, justice, right, fairness,
Powers to assist, no resisting their insistence.

A family of fans. The girls marvel at their heroes,
Dad grew up DC. His heroes are named Super, Wonder, Flash.
Theirs are labelled Arrow, Thor, Spider, Wolverine.

Bands of heroes fighting for cause.
We pause to pay our respect.
We all connect in our own way.

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 4: SUPERHERO/SUPERHEROINE

BEWARE OF DARKNESS

He flies by night between stars and far away places,
faces of crimeless victims smile in gratitude.
He becomes sequestered in his Fortress of Solitude
or Crackerbox Palace or whatever it is he calls sanctuary.
Never stationary, he moves in swift circles, his sidekick –
Dark Sweet Lady dressed in red, tired of midnight
blue. All those years ago when the flying hour came,
under the guise of Sir Frankie Crisp (he talked with a lisp);
his mild manner was his greatest power.
An excitable boy, Frank heeded his mother’s command,
“Cheer Down!” his ensuing frown belying his darkened mood.
But he stood for good, giving love… giving peace on earth,
and for all he was worth, my sweet Lord, he knew
the answer was at the end of each journey.
He is called “Darkness” a superhero of the night,
he is Crisp in the light. He is no run of the mill crusader.
He is not guilty of any crime, save for double parking
the Darkmobile one time. All things must pass,
and his license should be clear in a year. Yet here
he is fighting wrong! This is his song (it goes “Wah-Wah”)
Anytime, anywhere, any road leads him there.
His mind is set on you, evil doers! He and Dark Sweet Lady
will have you anytime, because what is life but the art of dying.
So, when there is despair, where harm finds you there,
when evil goes where evil dares, beware of Darkness!

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

Based on the songs of George Harrison

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 4: SUPERHERO/SUPERHEROINE

ANOTHER HERO?

“Show some respect; better be good to me” is all she required.
She was sick and tired of being his private dancer. She had the power
to render him senseless – yes, he was a typical male!
One of the living dolls, she was a powerful action figure in a five foot,
six inch frame. Her name was not “Honey” or “Baby”.
She is Hope, and she offered as good as her name.
All the same, Hope sprung, eternally caring and nurturing,
suturing her shredded heart to start over every time.
She wore no disguise/ no cape, she did not need to hide behind some
altered ego. Purely, what you get, is what you see.
Simply the best time was back where she started, full hearted
and ready to break every rule for love. Now she tells him to shove it!
She is a woman up to the challenge, ready to take on any battle
her man thought mundane. She had been willing to do things with him;
she was sick of doing things FOR him. Ready to serve herself,
she didn’t wanna fight, and she was right, “What’s love got to do with it?”
Hope packed his bag and pointed him toward the Nutbush City’s limits.
She would do fine without him. After all, she had Hope!

She didn’t need another hero!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

Based on the songs of Tina Turner

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 4: SUPERHERO/SUPERHEROINE

SHIELD OF EXPRESSIVENESS

Words are my weapon of choice.
They are a means to give my thoughts a voice.
The same words that hurt can be
the same words that heal. For me
they act as a shield to protect
me from their gravity
by deflecting their weight.
All great super heroes are verbal zeroes
without an invincible way with words.
If you can’t talk yourself out of a fight,
you’ll be throwing punches all night.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 21 – One Magical Item

LAMONT’S LAMENT

In the shadows I lurk,
who knows what evil lives
in these hearts. I cannot hide
my dismay at the mind
of a mankind that perpetrates
and preys on the lesser lights.
They are left in the darkness
of their souls; in the shadows.
My identity keeps me cloaked
and this shroud I carry coolly.
I can see from here that
I can strike fear in the wayward
and protect those who need protecting.
I Live by these simple truths:
“The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Crime does not pay” that’s what I always say!
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts
of men? The Shadow knows!”

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 14 – Superhero P.O.V.