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Shipwrecked Tragedies

The Capitan's tailored tales dilated a valiance
Much lethal than a pirate's rapine and encumbrance
A venomous blade to the wretched's grave
A mellifluous immolation surfing the waves
Ensconced in an enthusing fluvial grove
Of prismatic lilies, daisies, and asphodels
Hastily enrapturing to ship the weary oars
When the lightning and thunder are jubilantly
Prancing with tempest winds of sanguinary
Holocaust undulating in the firmament
And toppling ravenously down like a veil
Pouring down the rut of a heirloom gown
Of the widowed bride of a phantom town
Pothering the turgid and billowing vapors
Condensing fumes cached in the great fathoms
Of a slumbering berserk in an intractable shade
Of hollow and gaudy laze of the forlorn escapade,
Where one does not need a horde of iniquitous harpies
To mar the lamentations of the stimulated elegies
And one does not require an ensemble of sirens
To delude the cloven rationality or even naïveté
Nor does anyone warrants this vast disengaging sea
And the depth of its profoundness or its profound depth
Nix, veto, a ballad sealed in a plentitude of waves
To molt a legendary hero from a seafaring gentleman
For all one needs in his possession is valiance
One more likely to be related by the Capitan
One that transforms the chambers of the heart
Into a hospitable labyrinthine portmanteaux
That shall house the marks of a written hero;
A malignant chronicle in a gagged clangor,
A shipwreck fore and aft the harbor;
Name this hero, I'll name his tragedy.

poem by Norman Santos
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A Hero?

Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many

His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many

Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few

His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few

But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.

poem by Timothy Venard
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To be Hero

A hero is some one looked upto
Who others may love to be
A hero never loss hope
To be hero means to be courageous
And willing to put their life aside for another person
A hero is anybody or somebody that was loved
To be hero, must be successful
To be hero, may not be superhuman but must saved
If they say i'm to be hero
Hero must lead by sample because everyman is hero
Every hero is man

poem by Olaniyan Kehinde Hero Hko
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I am My Hero

Of

course! !

I am a hero,
my hero,
your hero,

CNN hero,
Fox Taxis Oil toxic hero

my street mate hero,

my African roommate hero,

United nation hero,

unesco
unicef

moncef
duracef

charl
du champs hero,

picasso hero

mozart,
bethoven
chichina
lovesky

hero,

and everybody hero?

of! course! ! ! ! !

-not off course-
I LOVE
MYSELF...

DO YOU THINK

OR DREAM

I OR i

WILL SELL MY SELF? ? ?
? ? ?

OR ASK FOR

YOUR

APPROVAL,

SQUARED AND OVAL

AS YOU

LOVE IT TO BE..

Of course i am
my own hero

but,
also

i am sure...
everyone is my hero.

poem by Atef Ayadi
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Heros

A Hero Fights For You
A Hero Stands By Your Side
A Hero Is Willing To Go An Inch Longer

A Hero Knows What It's Like To Lose Someone
A Hero Knows What To Do Right Then
A Hero Never Leaves Someone Behind

A Hero Has Someone To Make Them Who They Are
A Hero Will Never Risk Someone To Save Himself
A Hero Always Takes The Risk Just For The Last One

We All Have A Hero In Us

We All Need Are Hero

poem by Jamie Newcomb
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When A Hero Comes

When a hero comes
There'll be no more fear
When our hero comes
No longer will we shed tears

When that hero comes
They'll pave the way
To a brighter and better day
When a hero comes

When our hero arrives
Evil better beware
You better be prepared
Cause the bullets will rip through the air
When a hero comes

Now you better get ready
Cause its starting soon
And our hero will arrive at high noon

Cause when our hero comes
You better listen to what I say
Or you'll forfeit your life today
And now our hero comes

And now here he comes
To end all of our pain
And now that he's come
He'll clear away the stain
Cause our hero's come

And as the bullets fly
We will hear them cry
And finally the evil will die
Cause our hero came

poem by Vasto Grom
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What Is A Hero

A hero is a Dad,
who carries your heart onto his with his unconditional love.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your first pair of wings to enable you to fly on your own.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your faith when all hope tumbles out from your heart.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds you a magical ladder to keep you high off the ground.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your confidence so you make it through the wind and rain.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds your strength beyond his own when your life with pain collides.

A hero is a Dad,
who knows when he must step aside when another hero has come to carry your heart onto his.

A hero is a Dad,
who builds his strength of having to let go when walking his little girl down the aisle to place her heart onto the heart of another hero.

poem by Linda Patino
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Hero?

Hail great hero!
Hero brave!
We praise you hero!
I your slave
Now duly fall
On giving knee
In hero worship
Unto thee!

Now did you hero save our globe
When draped in classic hero’s robe?
And did it flow as reddened blood
As battles raged in fields of mud?

Oh hero tell me of your fame:
Were writhing serpents fair your game?
Did you pierce the dragon’s heart
Intrepid hero; play the part

When Tyrant slain in hero’s fight
On quaking ground thro’ battle’s might?
And did you hero conquer evil -
Waste the minions of the devil?

Oh valiant hero, does your armour
Gleam from ventures steeped in valour?
Your sword oh hero, sparks a glint
From charging steel to give the hint

Of what great chapters Hero's Tome
Might tell to us when heroes roam
Through lands of yore when goblins vile
Sought a chance to kill for bile.

Oh hail thy hero,
Hero tall!
Bless you hero,
As I fall
In blushing shame,
I speak to me…

This mirror aids to fantasise
That I be hero worldly wise,
But meek and mild is all I am:
Hero naught; unbridled scam.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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Hero hero hero hero
Hero hero hero hero

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mr. Hero

I found this hero today.
They looked right through me,
As though I were invisible.
They never noticed me,
What a smile I had on my face.

I am happy to see you, Mr. Hero,
But you don't see that I'm right here.
You're looking right through me.
You're not seeing that I'm here.

Mr. Hero, I am here to save you,
For you are my hero no longer.
I'm here to take care of you, Mr. Hero,
Not for you to take care of me.

Wake up, Mr. Hero.
I'm here to take your temperature.
I'm here to make sure you're all better.
Mr. Hero, I'm sorry to inform you,
But you're not my hero anymore.

poem by Shannon Nicole
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05 - A Hero

A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child
A hero is courageous, loving and brave
A hero will never complain
A hero can be made in one act of compassion
Or years of tender loving care
Some hero's are remembered, whilst many are left forgotten
Hero's are angels in disguise, saving precious innocent lives

poem by Nicola Burkett
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The book

Straight lines rest, held by cover's
imaginations of flavors and desires.
Of faces which you not na'er see,
places where you have not na'er been
spells of ink, wrote by the eyes.

Your body bound,
to an adventure,
or a romance for the day,
To be a hero once again

Pages floating between the fingers
like waves in a gentle sea
as Capitan Nemo exploring the deep seas,
as Capitan Achab hunting Moby dick

The room escapes at the blind light
the hallows eyes confuses the sight
trapped like don Quixote's fighting with his mills
freighting by Dr Frankenstein dreams.

A voice inside your head, whisper in your ears
at your soul resting in the bier
dissolving like shadows at the bright light.
Wake up, wake up.

poem by Luca Menin
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Slave Girl

In old Baghdad, a long time ago, lived a beautiful girl
She was captured by pirates and became a slave girl
While on the ship, the Capitan and the beautiful girl fell in love

There is a new twist to this story
The Capitan always performs the marriage ceremony
Therefore, the Capitan performed their marriage ceremony

After that, the handsome Capitan and the beautiful girl ruled the oceans
She was a lucky girl, after all, wasn't she?

February 2,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Pleas of a Claymore III

Perhaps, the blight in all of us
Are denizens of a labyrinth
And are all engaged in a feudal mêlée
Amongst our ludicrous terrors
Etched in fleuron to our buried core;
Then we must all be the hero
Of our clandestine tailored tales
Regardless how omnibus the chronicles,
Or how rippling the wave of climax,
Or how dark the corners of the nadir,
It will narrate the atrocity
Of our dime a dozen breaths
Shallow or unfathomable,
In synergy with the heartbeat or not.

Sometimes, I do confabulate
With the cajoling omnipresence of hope
And submit to its scheme and proposition
That the struggling and the somnolent undertow
Makes a dogged-hungry hero,
And yonder this sedative restrain;
This famished comatose sleep
Of an oppressed hero or heroine
Solders one from rubbish slivers
Into a potent artillery of silvers
And the anguish veers and sprayed
Asphalt to the grave.

Do you bleed in your riling fists?
Or do you bleed in your asphyxiated hilt?

I, for one, was honed a claymore
And you can picture me
Glistening at the back of the hands
Of the yawning sunset
And erecting motionless
Into a small hill of the earth
Like a string to a buried puppet
Pleading, in its taut stance
To be stricken and undulate
Into the emollient hands
Of a puissant hero
With profound caverns in calluses
Of the yielding palms;
A raddled blade
Shrilling for the mellifluous
Hands of suicide.

poem by Norman Santos
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Hero

My hero is no hero at all.
My hero silently walks these empty halls.
As I falter…
As I fall…
My hero continues to walk these silent…empty halls,
These halls are windows into my hell.
Servants of Baal…
Here they dwell.
Frozen inequities… How fickle they are to me
My hero possesses no qualities at all.
My hero…has virtues but none known well
My hero only protects his respect.
My hero… is no hero at all.

poem by Juxtaposed Jealousy
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My one and only hero

My hero is the best
He is better than all the rest
My hero doesn’t like to admit
That he is my hero when he dose his little bit

My hero has love and respect
Even he is my prime subject
My hero is always on my mind
Even though he is smart and kind
My hero has a special name
But I can’t tell you it cause it would put him in shame

My hero loves to pull a trick
He is not smart no is he very thick?
My hero makes me smile even though I feel crying
He says 'I will always love you even though I am dyeing'

poem by Ava Smith
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You are my Hero!

You are my Hero!
When I am zero!
You are my Hero!
I feel like a sparrow!
You are my Hero!
You are my warrior!
Destiny take me to the barrier!
Help me Hero!
Cure me!
As because you are my Hero!
When I am powerless and Zero!
Come to me when I am in danger!
When my Destiny is not in favor!
Help me!
Give me your support!
My friend, Hero!

poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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A Hero Is Born.

A hero is born out of the gutter he comes. The rich plot his death and kingdoms want him gone. A hero is born; out of oppression he came the spark of a change is what he brings. A hero is born; into hate is where he lives, yet he smiles and says I am the way. A hero is born and now the wealthy will cry, for he is a lord in disguise. A hero was born to be a champion of the poor but first he must die so he can be reborn. A hero has come and soon you will cry no more for this hero is the truth and freedom he brings. no matter who or where, you can be free. for the hero I speak of is the one who made me. at all truth I cry and strive in pain but the hero has many names. So my loved ones and all! The little heroes in the sea. Remember he is with you and me. So take heart and war with me fight the good fight and one day we will be one with three.

poem by Gary Manning
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When Heros falls

when ur hero falls
when ur hero falls from grace
all fairy tales are uncovered
myths exposed & pain magnified
the greates pain discoverd
you taught to be stong
but im confused to see u so week
you said never give up
and it hurts to see u welcome defeat

when ur hero falls, so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero, there only
me alone to deal with my sorrow
ur heart ceases to work
and all ur soul isnt happy at all
what r u expected to do
when ur only hero falls?
- 2pac

poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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Hero and Tracks

train tracks,
or just tracks...
either way,
going nowhere.

girl on his lap
not wearing panties;
he thinks he's god,
or at least bulletproof.

gonna ship out tomorrow,
got 'hero' written on his forehead.
she's got 'gonna crash' down
inside her, written with invisible ink...

gonna stand by a hero's grave
stand alone in the pouring rain...
gonna stand on a street corner,
just feeding them tracks.

flag flying at half mast...
going nowhere!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let Me Be Your HERO

Let Me Be Your HERO
By: Jo E

My daughter, let me be your Hero.
Let me take you hand and lead you into a dance.
Let me look at you and take you in my arms.
Dance with me in the Rain.
But most of all my daughter 'Let me be you Hero'
Let me show you how much you are loved.
Let me show you how much I LOVE YOU.
Let me just protect you.
But most of all, will you Let me be YOUR HERO
Let me be YOUR HERO

Take my hand, and i will lead you.
I will lead you to the most beautiful, wonderful, magic place where its just you and me!
Let me be Your HERO
I will take you hand in mine and never let go
Let me be YOUR HERO
I will love you till eternity
Let me be YOU HERO
Let me hold you in my arms where u just want to cry
Let me be YOUR HERO
I wil protect you, when there is no one to protect you. Ill BE YOUR HERO!
WIll you just let me be you HERO?

My Daughter ILL be YOUR HERO if only you will LET ME BE YOUR HERO!

©2009

poem by Jo Hanna Erk
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Windup my sail

Windup my sail
Like falling, leaves.
Windup these pirate tales
What no one else believes?

Oh, quarter master—
Mistress of the high seas
Beat your drum
Let these oars men
Stroke each falling wave
Once and again…
Where nothings are nearly
Quite begun or ended…
Or recovered

With each rolling, days
Sirens sacrifice
Tossed up into
The foaming waves of what’s
Dew dropped into thee
Into me, still unknown..?

Oh, catch that thunder
In the harbor in the rain
Like linen
Touch the healing…
In the lightening’s
Craped ripped breath…

In the sunlight
Of your soul
Like a dove
With an olive leaf
Returning home
To a king of the truly wise
Wind up my sail
Tonight I drowned
At these oars
For the light!

poem by Mark Heathcote
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