Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!
Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!
Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!
Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!
31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Sages and brethren
gather and share
and slowly souls
are bared;
their tempered voices
and quiet eyes
reserved of judgment
with passing smiles,
moments blend
in current trends
opinions wide
and reflections deep;
the concepts
and irregularities
once murky
now clear.
they prioritize
and familiarize
that staunch resolution
of generation net
will remunerate
and illuminate
through the checkpoints
and formal reviews
through the purple curtains
and open stage
nothing tainted
or bitter
left for taste
because its they
who’ll plant the seed,
the captains of commerce
healers and jugglers
the coaches and councilors
negotiators and compromisers
the kings and queens
hustlers and hellcats
(who've all found their way!)
let us tip our hats
and salute them.
I currently attend a childhood cancer support group, they serve us a meal and while the parents talk about their children's stories, the kids get to have fun and play.
In June 2017 I went out to Bozeman, MT as a part of Big Sky Kids camp. They had sponsors lined up to pay for the airfares for my mom and I. They flew out 18 kids with one parent each. There were 6 councilors who were former campers. We had 10 days of fun activities and I built new friendships. One especially with a councilor named Braydon, He was much like me in a way I couldn't describe. Him and I instantly became best friends and we still keep in touch till this day. You have to be 16 to be a councilor, so in 2 years I want to return to Montana. If you have ever gone to Lone Peak, or plan on going, get a Yeti Dog. They are the best hot dogs I have ever had. The staff and councilors were very understanding to the families and knew how to keep everyone entertained, whether it be going on a hike, going rafting on a river, or going to a naturally heated pool. I can't wait to go back out to Montana in 2019.
That's my story as of now.
To Elfrida my love
To thee that I love, adore and cherish
From a heart heavy with the burden of contrition
Proceedeth these words that I may obtain restitution
Of thy pure and undying love, lest I perish
The evil that men doth contemplate
Mine sire in the ranks and his councilors too
Bears the fruit of treachery as they have determined so
That thou be incarcerated on account of thy lowly estate
At the behest of the vicar was I summoned
Who sent a herald to report the theft of the sacred urn
Hurriedly I heeded as duty beckoned
And only learnt of thy misfortune at my return
Was it not I, the slayer of the mighty beast
Who along with my trusted cavalry
Swore before thy father, to love and protect thee
Though among men of substance he is the least
Despair not therefore, o fairest Elfrida
For my love like the sun, shining bright as ever
Compels me to fight as I now take up arms
So that soon I may once again hold you in my arms
Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning at mock adulation
Coarsely-clad clowns tromping along in derision
Freaky, festooned floats fluttering through every alley and intersection
Ghastly garlands strewn about with every drunken petition
Teaming, throbbing townspeople on marauding mission
Corrupt Councilors culled and paraded about in degradation
Frugal, free-loading foragers scraping up every token donation
Vacuous, votive vendors profitting from their abnegation
Ebullient, enterprising entrepreneurs scalping without aversion
After a marriage, birth of son, a small business loan, a breakdown, a divorce, five EOD
stays, fifteen councilors, six doctors, hundreds of court ordered chemical concoctions,
hundreds of dumpsters, and a major facial reconstructive surgery later, my life began again
when I married you, had our first daughter, got an apology from the malpracticing Doctors,
graduated with two degrees, became a teacher, had three more beautiful kids, became an
officer of the Masonic lodge, and became our districts Teacher of the Year.