"krypton" poems
it falls through the glow of the wintry trees
building a cover under the breeze
luminous lights sparkle and hatch
snow pack high on the briar patch
pine cones fall from rustic fir
squirrel and robin shuffle and stir
sitka spruce at tunnel bluffs
ravens roost on the cedar rough
dusted peaks at hurley pass
snowline cuts the avalanche
fox and lynx are on the prowl
hollow eyes from spotted owl
cool winds up the valley trail
whirling snow round diamond vale
chilling flakes in candle hands
moonlight shines across the land
northern lights in krypton green
the sounds of verve are bitter sweet
curtains hang from a cold dark sky
counting stars, a lullaby
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Batman, Superman, Iron Man to I cant fly I can not turn blue?
Captain America, Wolverine, Flash, I cant shoot lazers from my eyes or be there in a dash.
X-men, Watchmen, Xavier too, im not from krypton or mutated from a Zoo.
Im not another hero I was rasied as a zero, through words I can inspire and now retire.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Krypton didn’t fit with anyone,
as it was the unfriendly one,
it never went beyond it’s limits
even if others did loose their limits.
It was from a forlorn world,
nobody cared to say a word,
to this enigma of another world;
no one wanted to share a word.
The nobles were always preoccupied
with their occupied shells,
they never hung out with the occupied,
nor the unoccupied.
Krypton was mistaken for kryptonite.
It wondered every night,
Why they accused it for the assassination?
it didn’t have the power of absorption.
Krypton had very few of it’s kind,
it didn’t know where they were aligned.
He held the hope of being able to be lined,
with the rest of it’s kind.
Poor Krypton, he was on the farthest
arena of the periodic table
it wished if it could turn the table,
so that it can at least act a bit feeble.
Experience taught this novice,
it calculated the calculations,
to traverse the long distance,
fear hindered the transmissions.
Krypton used to think without links
he was one of the stable nobles,
he wasn’t the one that wobbles
and, one of the table’s baubles.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
High above and brave;
Taunting the waters below.
With this bridge we have conquered
Open spaces
And Time opens its wings
To let us pass without aging.
Who ages on the bridge?
No one.
Children are arrested in a state
Of wondrous apprehension.
The old forget gravity's pull
On their brittle bones.
It is a marvelous thing that connects
Our world to
Middle Earth and Rivendell; the great
Castle of Gormenghast, Narnia and
The fathomless depths of Cthulu; the
Temples of the Oracles; the lost rock
Walls of the Necropolis; the emerald
Towers of Oz; the Memorial to Krypton
In the Fortress of Solitude; the waters of
Lethe; the expanse of Midgard and the
Rainbow Bridge; Mount Olympus;
Daedelus' Labyrinth; the Inferno, the
Purgatorio and the Paridisio; the dark
Forest's of Pan; and the broad field's of
Chiron.
And the galaxy of stars, of worlds destroyed
And created by your Will, that shapeshifter
Of Prima Materia that stretches out in
The limitless space that is your mind.
This ancient construction of arched
Rock, mankind's greatest achievement
That draws the curious, the adventurous
Without verdict or punishment, and gives
Them the ability to walk on air, defeating
The current of death that rushes
Obliviously below.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
Heavy
Hard to find
Made to blind
Native to the air
Never a match
Cameras catch
My brilliant flash
Intensely luminous
Inert bondless boundless
Brilliant under pressure
Near weightless to measure
Alone a harmless asphyxiant
The living keep their distance
The dead are drawn to the brilliance
Fluorine bonds but it’s a valence
I would be the element Krypton
If the galaxy were a neuron
You would be my fluorine
We crave the current
Rarely apparent
That makes us
Flamboyant
Transparent
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
Here in Holden I forget all the memories acquired in sun
They all tumble and I could stop it if I wanted to stop
Pouring ***** in my head as a song before bed
Two-fisted whiskey drinker caught in the present,
Displaced in time. And another and another til
she upgrades to doubles at no extra charge cause
she loves how my face 'round means she's safe at least
til I leave and she's sweet and pays me in drinks I
don't need as bad as money and a stable place.
Here in Holden B-Block I play games with my memories
I tumble hard and I could stop it if I wanted to stop
Too fun to open a door and fall through the floor
to the blackness of past as you stand from your stool
to play pool in the back as you can't keep your cool
so you retreat. Always retreat.
Here in Holden, underground, I **** on the memories
I made under sun now
bathed only in krypton light
scaring cats from the cans
behind the brush as I
rush to get it all out.
Spit it all.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
.
your eyes burn like
krypton lights on
charlie brown's
christmas tree,
painfully
aware that
they are and
only can be
fire hazards.
(c) 2014 jude rigor
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
So you're in your early twenties.
Two decades and some change down.
Life isn't going as you expected.
You don't live in a studio apartment above the skyline in Manhattan
and your Friends names aren't Ross, Phoebe or Joey.
You blame the economy for your lack of currency and inability to move.
You remain comfortable, because that is what feels okay.
Now, let's stop making excuses.
Realize that your in your early twenties:
It's the perfect supersonic boom of an age.
You are young enough where you still have your morals from adolescence
and have yet to be tainted or jaded by the real world.
Don't worry so much about what your diploma says.
Use what you already know: your ethics, ideology, art form of life
to create something useful within this world.
Be you, not because Drake says you only live once, but because it is common sense.
Don't sit around and wait, hope or pray for something to happen.
It is finally your time to make it happen.
Go out and fail.
For failure is the first step to success,
because you're one step ahead of everyone else
by trying, by risking, by attempting to go out of the comfort box.
So on this very day:
Let's make it happen today.
God, Buddha, Yahweh, Your Krypton Alien Dance or
Whatever You May Believe In--Bless bros & broettes.
Peace.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
His eyes are blue
Mine are brown
This Sun went down, it surely does
Krypton moon you move me, to fear like heights
Go through me
A ****** does happen on top of trees, on this night of the super moon
Fur feathers hundreds thousands
His eyes are blue
Mine are brown
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Define me..........
a pebble? a shell, out of many?
the ocean, that never runs out of water?
a bud of pale pink rose? slowly opening its petals?
a tree, whose network of roots
spread wider...deeper, neath the ground?
am i the pristine water cascading down a waterfall?
a boulder in an isle? a seawall braving the stormy winds?
could i be a beacon, a lighthouse? high above the raging waters?
guiding those weary travelers, towards placid waters?
am i one of the various faces inside a quaint coffee shop?
like one i see right now, with unfocused eyes?
having a cup of fresh brew...waiting for someone...old? or new?
And you....who might you be?
a jazzy sway, a dip? a painting? an instrumental tune?
are you the high and low of tide in june?
a story of lovers and sand dunes, that has no ending?
a haven for the homeless? a wall for the weak, those needing?
a kitten? a puppy? a bird, on a twig perching?
are you a voice in the night...calling me?
whispering my name to the wind?
is it you i hear singing, "The Long Run?"
did you come from Krypton? a falling star? a shooting star?
could you be one of the many faces inside a quaint coffee shop?
are you the one...with untainted smile headed towards me?
ahh, you're looking at my brew...you must be meeting someone too!
could we be, the you and me...the me and you?
who at this moment, are meant to have tea...for two?
Sally
Copyright September 1, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
I speak of legends almost a century old still today new myths must be told.
a man from the shadows who dressed in all black he springs from the shadows to start his attack.
a hero who flew as high as the sun as is the wish of the last of krypton.
A princess and warrior as fierce as her name a wondrous woman, equal in fame.
A benevolent king under the seas, he does what he likes, and does not look to please.
A frequent flyer who has reached the stars by his lanterns light fear flees the night.
A crimson hero who speeds bad guys away, he continues to move faster each day.
A robotic man with a heart and a brain, cybernetic only by name.
A sheep in wolf's clothing more human then all he manhunts monsters his home will not fall.
A small child who thunders his name all Olympus roars the same.
A archer of the brave and the bold, a bow and a hood, a story long told.
These our the myths of 2000 A.D. real or not they empower the free.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
i’m such a terrible artist,
i hardly use my imagination,
i figured: we’re already pulverised by
too much advertisement
and copyrighting words
as if they were images.
i’m such a terrible artist because of this,
i write from experience,
and because my experiences would be
taken for mundane by the millionth sheep in the snooze
i write disorderly purposively,
and in the night, i roam the house admiring
the moon changing everything into werewolf diet krypton (i.e. Ag),
talking to god by talking to my hand,
warming my fear of shadows laughing at my own with kant,
boxing my liver then thinking about my bladder.
those socks worn for two days straight really
gave my bedroom a proper scenting i wish i was without.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Into the dark of the night when our minds cruises through the infinite ebb of reality. We rise through the stellar heights feel the krypton energy activate, and evaporate through the outmost core causing a spectrum of fluorescent lights to radiate through the cosmic spheres.
© Sonia Ettyang
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
*let me tell you a story...
There was this little girl..
who lived in her own dreams..
sometimes she smiled...
but no one saw her dimples..
because.. there were no dimples...
because.. no one saw her smile..
no one saw how beautiful her heart was...
she was in some wonderland...
she wanted to runaway from there..
There was this little boy..
who dreamed of himself a hero..
he lived in his comic books..
a world that seemed real...
he goes from place to place...
from Gotham city to even Krypton..
he can run..he can fly..
he lived without a mask in his face...
There was this small town...
far away from street racers and hookers..
a small town..where...
everyone knew everyone..
people meet each other
and greet each other..
a town full of love and no hatred...
a town where nothing was complicated..
Time is time..it went on and on..
this little girl thought about this boy..
and this boy thought about this girl
neither the girl met the boy..
nor the boy met the girl...
and town remained the same town...
nothing changed.....
and that persistence is known as life..
because...
lives end but.. life has no end.
*
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I was a star and you were down to earth
So I withdrew from the throne of nightly kings-
And plummeted head first with one leap of faith
You were worth falling for. You were amazing!
.
I braved the heat and zoomed past asteroids
I crushed into better judgment and sound reason
I sped past every sign of what lay ahead; all I was to avoid
I felt Superman strong and didn't care if you were made of Krypton
.
The time our worlds met and fates collided-
Was magical! You were more than just my crush
Our moment together soon faded-
But I was lucky to have you, even for a flash
.
The moment I was in the warmth of your arms-
I shuttered to bits and collapsed in an instant
The moment I was with you was no cause for alarm
For in those few breaths was everything I'd ever want
.
Men look at the crater of poems and wonder-
Why would a star cause so much chaos just to falter?
I was a god of words, reigning with verbal thunder-
But fell to have one moment with African dust's daughter
.
I knew we'd never have a happily ever after
But I lived. I dared. I loved. And soon, my life started anew.
So, as you stand in this crater that inspires both tears and laughter
You'll hear em say a star fell here. I hope you recall, it fell for you
.
Keep Smiling
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
The world stopped when you came in,
My krypton my poison
I'm caught up I'm lusting
I come to give you a menu
That smile was my issue
The walk away was tissue
Had the clean up my revenue
Oh man your in line you had baby wait..let's rewind you can't be you
Can't be it can't be yours.
Between the ladies that talks to me
You look up and you smile at me
Then look down are you scared of me?
I'm scared of me
I'm scared of me
I don't know who that was was it your brother? Please say yes..
I wanna know man I need some help
No butterflies just over time of looking threw your shorts and umm ..
Oooh ..bye I know you leaving but
I hope you come back
Hope you do
I clean your table and think of you.
Man I need help
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
A little lassie constantly wanted to shoot for the sky
Tasting the silver lining was the only thing on her mind
The notion excited her soul when she gazed him in her funny books
On Christmas Eve the secret Santa made her wish come true
For the first time, the red cape with her initials graved lifted her spirits high
All her attempts were to impersonate him from dusk to dawn running around
Just like SUPERMAN she flaunted her red cape desired to jump high
As she aged, his posters covered her block her time was invested in gathering his articles
Now she wanted to be with him forevermore
As the idea was absurd she outset to look for his double the one who would own her globe and abide to shield it
The one in red cape and krypton afraid was nowhere to be seen
The exploration came to an end when she realized that the SUPERMAN she was looking must be on another planet
Trying to save his dying Krypton unaware about her existence
But she decided to rest ... perhaps someday her Superman will stopover his new cosmos
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Woke up in the old town in an old house off the market square,
I had dreamt so many times of being there and who can say this was not another dream?
but the coffee tasted real and the sofa felt so comfy that I thought, even if this is a dream this dream will suit me.
Tick Tock
and the clock chimed five.
Santa's going to have a problem coming down the chimney unless he's lost a lot of weight,
it'll be like the Krypton factor or the Crystal maze,
Christmas day's such fun
for mostly almost everyone.
Is it time yet?
is he here?
can I drink that cup
of Christmas?
no
not the beer dear
the other one
that lemonade looks
even better.
Oh wait,
that didn't rhyme
but
now is not the time
for a post mortem
on a poetry post.
and now I'm just rambling
so I must be awake and this
can't be a dream.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Awakening
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Eyelids droop
dropping
out of the loop
everything's
turning black.
But
tomorrow willing
I will be back,
where else would I be?
There's a show on the radio,
'archive on four'
I can listen
with my eyes closed.
( that must be my superpower )
Dreams of Krypton
moving on
a celestial plane.
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 4:05 PM UTC