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Traditionally, a cartoon strip, as it's known, is drawn as a series of angular directional boxes, called frames, moving from left to right across the page as illustrations. That is a hero strip, meaning what is referred to as Mystery Men, disguised he-men & shapely, buxom women in masks, etc.; do daring things. But, this is a poem. I hope it's as exciting as reading a cartoon strip featuring colorful heroes doing wondrous things.
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Comic Book Hero Poem
These days Adam Worlock is my best friend He knew I never was what they call a bad guy He knows what it was like for gods and kings When we go for love we go hard He could see more than anyone in the universe I knew and know myself Its not about being cocky Its about doing and being me I cant say that about my friend He needs to examine his self examine his personal issues Instead of pretending like they don’t exist The day will come when they want to fight him. Hes going to be kinda stuck But that’s what best friends are for These days I'm out of that love game no more future ex’s no more making ex’s current I'm reading and writing a few books getting back to meditating Might even plant a garden ©Christopher F. Brown 2016
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Comicbook Friends
Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Catcalling James Howlett
Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.
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graphic novels drawn, comic books fly about, hero come to life.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
comic book nook
i wish i could go back and savor you; the sunshine on your face, as if it were pages of a story, and the feeling of warmth like the sun on my back as i read you like the comic book you were, i wish i could start over so then i could feel this all again.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
once more