"kapow" poems
Last night I dreamed
My life as a comic book.
An intermingled mess,
Those who have not read
Every single issue,
Cannot begin to know.
A brightly colored spectrum
Of unexpected blows.
Amidst all the villian’s
Unrelenting throws
Of powers no more
Than planting
The seeds of self doubt,
I stood armed to fall.
As each seed landed
Upon my head,
I fell to watch
Each punch line
Read only
“Bam!”
and “Kapow!”.
The plot never thickened
And never came to save me.
In a story
from the villan’s head,
Perpetually trapped
Until the hero returned
to write her portion
of my tale.
As the seeds grew
Into absolute fear,
A twisted feeling
Took hold of my gut.
Who is the antagonist
and who the protagonist?
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
I smile at you
Watching me
Watch you
Smile right back at me,
Sharing the briefest of secrets.
Well ZOWIE KAPOW!
That's all it took.
Suddenly your mystery compels me
To tell you
Things you wouldn't understand.
Like how your salty wet leather scent
Keeps fragrancing my dreams.
How we may be strangers,
But our making native nasty
Knuckle noose love
Keeps coursing, red-roaring through.
And when I come to,
Forcibly forgoing my fantasy of you,
I exhale my ethereal bliss,
Left savoring only this:
Your wicked wiles, whispering winks,
And God in the curl of your lips.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
Strong spring winds and summer breezes
Only add strength to my sneezes
I cannot breathe...I'm on my kneezes
I'm only good when outside freezes
I need a kleenex now
I cannot breathe with pollen flying
I swear to god that I'm not lying
My eyes run so...I feel like crying
My chest hurts bad...I think I'm dying
I need some meds and how
I wish I lived inside a bubble
Then I'd have no breathing trouble
Can someone build one on the double?
My throat is dry and full of rubble
I need cough mixture now
I dream of snow instead of summer
My hayfever makes life a ******
I need something so I feel number
The problem is that I feel dumber
Please knock this out...kapow
Hayfever is my one affliction
My eyes and throat are full of friction
I take my meds, they're my addiction
My throat is suffering from constriction
Somebody help me ...now!!!
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
Calabunga as go off shooting bad guys or good guys as long as I get my money. Eating chimichanga's in my Honda that I "borrowed" for awhile. Anti-hero that breaks the fourth wall, because that's my style. Shoot shoot, bang bang, kapow is this kungpow chicken. Oh you thought I was talking about fighting, haha, that's funny. Where are the hunny's, with all this money, you think they'd be on me. Slip zip I can be freaky with whips, go on trips, have insanity fits. Business is business, marvel universe, I killed them all; just saying. If you didn't know the name, it is deadpool, original rip off, yeah I don't care about haters because they are going to hate. Death stroke can't even get a date, with that ugly eyepatch, he couldn't beat me on his best day.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
She was once a child,
Stands to reason you know,
"Hey presto,
Kapow,"
In walked the drunk,
a skunk,
she's a silly cow,
Fed him to her from a spoon,
he's gone,
thank God,
and still,
she finds more,
from memory,
without intention,
the circle,
once complete,
then round it goes,
round again,
and again,
it's twisted,
in love with pain,
perhaps,
mishaps,
all she found when grown,
were men of ***
and drugs and rock'n'roll,
covered up in disrespect.
and the prophecy,
well maybe,
it's breached,
she's broken free,
laid stranded on a sandy beach,
the waves wash over her,
they're waving goodbye,
to drunks and skunks,
and flashy trash,
and her self-fulfilling prophecy gets smashed!
(C) Livvi
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
Crash! Kapow!
You call yourself a hero?
You don't know the meaning.
I run, your personalised ball-boy,
The Dark Knight and his shadow,
Trailing behind, holding the coats,
Each day the same, never seen
Just a sidekick
...
Now I have grown,
Exchanged that emerald gear,
Black trousers, a polo neck,
No longer need to be seen,
People no longer stare at the man
who followed, the man who tagged along,
Getting into trouble and causing havoc,
I am who I am,
Holy Robin Redbreast! Scream tabloids
Have I said too much? The mask holds
Identity but what if that got lost?
What if the Robin opened it's beak,
the Bat would have nowhere to fly.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Words multiplying inside my brain,buzzing like bees making honey again
I relax into a hot wax bath, earthed and birthing joined up writing,
multiplying's so exciting.
In barren times I spin no rhymes,not one bee and no honey for me but now,kapow it's multiplying and though I'm trying
I struggle to stop the words from sliding,rocketing out and colliding,even then this collision's providing me
with more honey,
and more bees buzzin' in my head.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
oranges and lemons the bells of st clements
and it makes you feel so divine with a nice glass of wine
you see we are all together now
i watched it twice ****** kapow
you see buddha helps us
onto the suburban bus
taking you all around the suburbs
of this small city
you see i don’t believe in god
but i am no atheist oh no
death is more uplifting seeing we all do it
yo beautiful people goes the great wayne from the 80s
you see i think jon english will be sadly missed
and i perform my music with the great man himself
yesterday was a memory it might have been
when rock and roll ever forgets, forgives and regrets
and the parties of the 70s were the greatest i have ever seen
except for the parties that everyone was driven home
no, i hate them, because nobody enjoys themselves
jesus said something wonderful jesus said something true
it’s the truth that jesus never came
jesus’s light is more powerful than you
help me if you can i am feeling down
help me get my feet back on the ground
i know george martin didn’t sing with us
but he was the best **** manager in this god **** land
and then i sang the song
daisy daisy give me your answer too
i am half crazy over the love of you
it won’t be a stylish marriage
i can’t afford a carriage
but you’ll look sweet upon the seat
of a bicycle built for tea
oh batts batts bat your kids are fat
what are ya going to do with that
if you feed donuts to your obese children
they will regret them when your in your teens
mahna mana do do do do do
let’s party on and listen to tim minchin
let’s party to the sound of
don’t stop me now, cause i am having a good time
i am having a great ball
hey kids if you are one of these loners on the gates of oblivion
hitch a ride with brian allan, the coolest young dude of the 90s
this is a disco hit, and we write so many songs waiting for neighbours to begin
and look at amy robinson, yeah she is so nice
you got myself a crying talking sleeping walking living doll
take look how it feels it’s real
i will party with these young dudes cause their cool
oh yeah bow bow, c’mon let’s party
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
I shot you
in my wildest dreams
again last night.
Over & over,
I put you in my crosshairs,
aimed straight on you
& drew a bead.
Then switching to a rapid fire mode,
I unloaded everything I had
on fully automatic,
dropped you
every which way but loose.
Ratta-tat-tat,
kapow, kapow,
ratta-tat-tat,
that's where it's at!
And you,
playing the perfect victim,
lay beautifully sprawled out,
relishing in each & every wound,
covered with my flood.
It was extreme,
so romantic,
a wonderfully ******
sensuous scene,
and it made my blood boil,
left me dreaming for more
hot, straight-shooting.
Lock and load!
Hurry up Darling
& shut the door!
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
Deep answers to deep.
As I answer my self who pays the mort-gage
theoretical spin off ona mobius strip
from who uses war
on reality as art, thus artificial, officially
authorized use for brainless mortal minds
projecting
re- ah, rhea, lovely
-- in the future, to the reader
-- use these mentally any where these signal
¿:-,? something more is needed --
-- answers must follow preceding quest ions
not sparked piezo wise
Brakes. Sparks, , more than enough.
ok
Flint to steel, steel to towers, to antennae to now.
Kapow. we have always imagined radio and TV.
We think in ways Issac Newton never did imagine.
Jiggle the prism dangling from my partner's ear.
Rhea bhering all the gods, and there, errors
began, gin being spiritually essential
to geth to gather sense
signals sortive
suggestive
-yes, whatifery, we have that, how much do you wush?
One more breath.
Why?
Why do you ask?
We have a rule.
No wasted breath. Make every signal clear.
The next idle word we speak won't wo not
be spoken as once is wont for any unrefined term.
Time out. Selah. Take a thought.
- we have no angst, thus no anxious thoughts
- should you be shopping for such,
- those are outlawed here,
- theives honor, liars pledged allegiance-con carne
-
- aye, ai, no-- we as words in warring times make
- peace, no concarne mind heresy, see your self
-
do a little out of body experience imagining
you can do it,
melt into your chair, that
is the easiest position to begin
facing forward and falling with no fear,
until
something unnamed as yet no words may be
in the beginning of beginning your
agreement to be mindful of me,
in your secret you stash, your hidden power
valued in talents, specie solid real esse state being
omygoooooooooo
djasay I may break into song, as I see
where this is headed headed up to see
from below what an *** hat I am, at times
out of body low
low as a JD Sumner solo.
A drunken god declared there is, as in
so be it
wine that makes glad.
so be it
wine that makes glad the core of man-made
in my image, goodness of happiness in any time
One more breath,
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
It's done in steps,
rather robotic,
with an inhuman element.
One round.
A .338 Lapua.
One chance,
(maybe two).
Fear is real.
Surely,
it's
better
in bed,
it's not gravy.
Kapow.
Game over.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Ghetto life, it nuh easy
Especially when hungry a bite
Hungry can cause man fi a fight
Also loose dem life
Man hangout pon ends
Sey dem a hold a medz,
Police draw gun, man affie run
Tom get shot him tumble down
We cagow sleep a night, cause gun shot teck flight.
Blam, blam, bow bow, Kapow pow
Pon is floor man get down
Whouie him dead!!
Gun shot eena him head.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
She
is the volcano erupting
her lave flows down on me,
it could be disrupting
it's not.
I see in the hot ashes,
flashes of her eyes
glimpses of her thighs.,
It's not disrupting at all, are my thoughts
as I fall, into
the fire.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
Kapow
the word
of the day
today
that's all
Ahm sayin'
Exuberant
was the watchword
of the week
I watched the universe
bring it up repeatedly
and then today
and then today
and women
Ah know
my kryptonite
and I am
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
beware the hermit crab
tucked up aslumber in it shell
for when you pick him up to
say hello , he may
attach his pincers to your nose
beware the hippopotomus
do not dare tread on his toes
for he may just lean on you
with little fuss,
then you are flatter
than a bread crust
beware the flamingo
with pink stalk legs
do not ever steal her eggs
for she can run you down
and peck til your blue and brown
beware the seal
the clown of the sea
If you come to close
They may kiss you
on the nose, now
while that sounds quite cute
remember fish is their fruit
and the never brush their teeth
so their kiss has it's own kapow
beware the wee small things
they need to be watched
for in their world they are Kings
and we are clod hopping giants
with no care...so of all other things
beware..be aware .
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
Janice said
the man along
the balcony
from her gran's flat
had cut his throat
and the ambulance men
came and wrapped him
in bandages
and took him away
on a stretcher.
She said
it was horrible
blood soaking through
the bandages
his mother
walking beside
the stretcher
bemoaning him.
We were sitting
on the grass
in front
of Banks House.
I was cleaning
my silver looking
toy 6 shooter
with a handkerchief
from my blue jeans' pocket.
Why'd he cut
his throat?
I said.
Janice said
she didn't know
but that his mother
was moaning at him
as the ambulance men
were taking him off.
Some guy
on our balcony
did that a while ago
I said
think he was in debt
with a bookies runner.
A bookies runner?
she said
what's that?
He puts bets
on for you
I said
so my old man says.
She looked at me
it looked horrible
all that blood.
Guess it did
the guy on our balcony
had a scar after
made him look
like Al Capone
I said
aiming my gun
at the sky
at a flying pigeon
and going
KAPOW.
Who is Al Capone?
she said
does he live
on your balcony?
I smiled
no he moved out
a while ago
I said
not mentioning
he was a gangster
in the USA
and was dead.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
I don't really think
I keep in mind
just how much
you broke my heart
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC