Large buttered popcorn
biscuits and gravy with hash browns
monsters
caffeinated pop
pot of coffee with cream
everyone has their kryptonite
what's yours?
She feels it again. The hooks try to grab her again they try to drag her under. The brown eye girl fights it. She tries not to look around her town everything reminds her of him; It reminds her of the man she once loved. The church down the street where they met and kissed for the first time. The sound of his voice still echoes in her head. Her heart sometimes rushes even when she doesn't think of him. The dark place tries to pull her in again by using all the stuff the green eye man did to her. The brown eye girl has done her time in the dark place she did nine months of it back in 2009. She climbed out of it once before it took everything she had. The brown eye girl doesn't want to go back to it ever again afraid if she is dragged back in she won't be able to get back out again. She won't be going back there due to him; he won't be her kryptonite.
you knew the feeling of weakness,
the tremble of your famished body,
the restless mope of a spirit,
groveling tired thoughts.
but then. . .
you laid eyes upon him,
you discovered another weakness,
fustigated with heart palpitations,
insides nerved with desire,
languid with infatuation.
a predilection of the soul,
your heart unwavering with love,
for he who made your body weak
makes you drown in exuberance too.
heart and mind perplexed in reactions.
how can his mere presence,
make you aberrate from yourself?
stoked in oblivescence of yesterday,
he becomes your now, your today
and everyday - satiating every thought.
he overpowers your senses,
your feelings, your gullibility to believe,
you are capitulated to his being
as someone who carries your world,
you needed him, you prayed for him.
but you couldn't have him,
you could never touch him,
you could not dream of him,
yet you were candidly in love
with a man who was your
kryptonite.
I saw you and immediately knew you were different, you had changed within months after you left
a cycle repeats as you enter and return to my life, each time breaking me more than the last
Of course, I always give in because my heart simply crave for yours
if only you felt the same
My kryptonite is music
So much so that a teal tune
sticks in my head all day
until I hear another to replace
I find music in everything
the way the phone rings
how red tea kettle sings
the beat of a flat tire
the crackling of a blue fire
Music in even your snore
funny how you choke stop and hop to a beep bop
The wailing of a baby’s cry
Somber siren yellow and high
Music in the leaky faucet
drumming unique beats in the sink
Music in the way a squirrel
Scampers across the street
Music in chemistry class so loud
That indeed I did drop out
Music in numbers too
They unite to make a sound
If I was a note what would I be
An eighth a quarter C whole mystery
Music can help and hinder my sleep
Influencing my dreams sometimes depriving my sleep
Yes music is my kryptonite
And I say it’s alright.
YOUR KRYPTONITE CONTEST
10/12/2021
SPONSOR ANTHONY BIAANCO
"A Cemetery Tale "
I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives
I call him the Demon head, and he has horns of alabaster calcite
every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives
cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the night
I light my lantern and walk with a mask on in case he's hiding
bidding my time I smoke a cig or too, and wait for the daylight
he never comes around here, behind the aluminum siding
when dawn finally arrives, I am free from his kryptonite
Dancing pumpkins, roiling breath of cadavers and body rots
deadly snakes and big fat bats that fly into cracked empty pots
Demon head with all his rotting diplomats cannot shed fear
when it comes to the likes of him, well I stay clear.....
I stay away from cemeteries and Demon's with horns of calcite
cuz when they shed, the hives begin to itch with all their might.
October 11, 2021
My Kryptonite
Sweet tooth is the sweet truth of mine.
And my kryptonite! Any time, day, or night.
I know, this is wrong, not right.
May be termed as vice!
But to me perfect and nice.
Sweet attachment inherited from my father
Transmitted to all siblings: Sister and brother.
I hold disciplined persona with controlled life- style
Showing my exact profile.
Yet can’t restrain myself from sweet dish
Always to relish.
In any party or feast
I eat little from main course
letting sufficient space for desserts
to satisfy greedy sweet taste buds
though inviting health hazards.
In spite of sugar problem, I feel helpless
but to indulge sweet intakes:
My kryptonite
through day and night.
10/08/21
'Your Kryptonite'
Contest by Anthony Biaanco
I hate that you fight me
While your eyes shine brightly
Acting like I can’t see
That you still really love me
Your mom says that she see’s it in your eyes
Claiming that you hate me
When really, it’s all lies
Even your dad knows, it’s no surprise
When I’m in your sight
Everything feels just right
I become your dream knight
That’s why I am your kryptonite.
When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact,
I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure
of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked
by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure.
I give myself allowance every day
to taste a little bit of things I crave
since deprivation is the surest way
to get a Superhero sure to cave.
But don’t let popcorn anywhere near me!
The yummy butter smell asSALTS my nose,
and I go crazy, when especially,
nobody else is eating it! Suppose
a bowl of it just sits there? I‘m less strong.
Handfuls of poporn I will keep on getting.
That popcorn you’ll see vanish before long!
I then remove my Batgirl tights . . . regretting.
Oct. 5, 2021
For Anthony Biaanco's Your Kryptonite Poetry Contest
From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service, I learned to assert my independence, grow in the ability to defend myself, and take responsibility for my own well-being.
early years were tough
soft-hearted, weak, but tender
I yearned to be me
After I became more disciplined, gained self-control, and developed a good sense of self-worth, I vowed that I would never tolerate the kind of behavior by others that made me so miserable during my younger years. Bullying, harassing, making another person's life miserable with insults—these things became my Kryptonite. Today, I cannot stand to see any person being treated with disdain because of their race, religion, cultural background, sexual orientation, social status or physical differences, period.
my kryptonite is
harassing, bullying acts
that shame another
written October 5, 2021
Trudging scorched in the wilderness of desiccated life
in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow I wander,
enticed, I’m seduced by your flashing face on the mirage,
my broken heart is scattered as debris in your swathe.
I don’t know where I should be going to get belonged,
but try to sense the lure of oasis in your eluding love.
I crumble into drifting dust in the desolate wasteland,
and blow away to obscure horizon in the desert storm.
From the tree of yearning that grew in despondency,
I’m now dislodged and meander as a withered leaf,
rustle with the tormenting tune of melancholic music,
on its journey of despair to the realm of isolation void.
Under the sweltering sun burning the façade of desire,
as I lumber worn out across the dunes of deprivation
with shifting sands of time designing myriad of illusion,
in the fiery flicker of your eyes I see my kryptonite.
September 23, 2021
Contest : Your Kryptonite
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Crystallized red, gold, green nocuous clang
of vertigo, bird-toons tweeting, knees on the rocks,
rolling eyes, coverlet-lids closing, discovered
in fetal position, cocooned in butterfly net.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Shouldn’t you use the bathroom?”
“Your coffee’s gone cold.”
Vortex of colors inside chromatic coma, schmoozing muse -
her elixir mixed with vibrancy, deliciousness, chamomile.
Rippling sounds of waterfalls, crooning creeks, sentient sleep.
Lips murmuring as if in meditation, rambling in fevered state,
alliterative, rhyming, tossing crumbs and cookies, tasting
death and birth - primordial sampling, inordinate linguistics.
Rip Van Winkle at your side. He’s been kryptonized,
espoused likewise - in dreams and nightmares, terrorized
and raptured by a sea of imagery of red, gold and green—
might awaken in twenty years…twenty years that disappear.
9/21/2021
Sparrows chirp, parrots squawk
Koel sings koo-Ooo, squirrel squeaks
Leaves rustle, wind howls...
Melodious music fills me with exhilaration
Sun paints picturesque scene
Moon and stars glow
Sky a dynamic canvas
Multihued colourful flowers
Dance on multitudinous multihued green leaves
Colourful butterflies and dew drops ...
I watch mesmerized
Greens are soothing and relaxing
Colours sprinkled on them bring joy
Tempting fruits, variety of birds
Loving caress of breeze
I feel God everywhere
Blissful vibrations fill me
Sitting on green soft grass
Watching insects crawling
Being close to nature
Feeling one with it
I loose my identity
Mind is tranquil
Nature, you are my greatest weakness
When in midst of you I forget
I am an housewife and mother
I have duties to perform
I wish to stay in forest
Just you and me
Mud and grass
Flowers and insects
Birds and butterflies
Endless greens
21.09.2021
For
Anthony Biaanco, YOUR KRYPTONITE
kryptonite needed
stranded on alien planet
krypton calls me home
Your Kryptonite
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Anthony Biaanco
21/09/2021
That green ring
gets into my head.
Where did it come from?
Why won't you say?
Why can't you take it off, now
just to please me?
But, you refuse.
You know that only you
have got that one thing
that I need.
The want brings me to my knees.
Overcome with weakness,
green about the gills
I can't breathe.
Get that green thing
outta my head!
Please, please I beg you!
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