Terrible news. I heard they killed Captain America. They made a sniper shoot him and now he's dead and gone forever. gone from the pages of american comics history. gone from my innocent, happy childhood and pre-adolescence days. He represented the many hours my brothers and I would stay glued to the tv jumping up and down on our parents' bed with each swing of Captain American's mighty shield! We would jump and fly thru the air! Oh how that theme song would thrill me no end. How tragic, he was my first crush, along with Mighty Thor..!! I mean, why didn't they shoot Barbie instead. hehe. Perfect boobs and body Barbie who made all little girls (like me) feel so insecure. Incidentally, some trivia -- do you know that Barbie was created the same year I was born. She was just a few months older. Captain America meanwhile, was created in 1941.
Anyway..in memory of Captain America, I will post here my poem - "Flying over My Lola's (My Grandmother's) Garden" . I have yet to research on whatever happened to Mighty Thor.
FLYING OVER MY LOLA'S (MY GRANDMOTHER'S) GARDEN
by me
Flying, soaring, gliding
Reigning over all of nature
Feel the rush of biting wind against your pores
As you give that final kick against the ground
to gain momentum while you feel your body
Rise and slowly shed off weight
Is this how it feels to finally grow wings and fly?
Many nights I’ve dreamt
Of rising high, high above the branches of
The tallest trees in my lola’s garden
Way past the rustling leaves, to get nearer the stars,
To untangle kites and play with lost balloons
See the people on the ground, so tiny
People turning into pebbles
Pebbles turning into sand
My rowdy cousins tumbling out of the lanai
Lola shouting herself hoarse
for them to slam the screen door shut
For I am no longer one of them
I am one of my tv superheroes --
Strength and might and power,
I ride on the crest of each breeze that goes by
Reveling in the mixture of heady scents that
Fill the air above my lola’s garden
The rowdy cousins have long since gone
Replaced by people whose faces
I do not recognize nor do I care to know.
Strangers with whom I share no common bond
I throw my weightless body forward
And once more I feel the surge and urge
To fly, to glide, to soar
And eventually forget.
So this is what it feels like
The many nights I’ve dreamt
Of rising high, high above the rustling leaves,
High enough to touch the skies and
Live and breath and play again
In my lola’s garden.
2 comments:
Spoken)Your son marches to the beat of a different drummer, comma.
(Spoken)But don't worry,
(Spoken)We'll have him joining the parade by the end of the term
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....
And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And are responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
But there still must be a way to have our children say . . .
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The man on the right is a man undone
he'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song for each man to sing.
The man on the left is a prize unwon
a candle unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's dream,
the man on the left the me in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
The man in between waits between the two
not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
and there he will sleep the man in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
calling from the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.
The man on the right was a man undone
the man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
or what will become of the man in between.
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