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Pop Culture Poetry: Sarge (G.I. Joe)

2 Sep

Sarge

Ten-hut, you maggot! On your feet
You spineless little puke!
I’m not all warm and fuzzy like
That other sergeant, Duke

My job’s to whip you into shape
And yeah, I’m talking WHIP!
It will not take a long time to
See I run a tight ship

‘Cause stakes are high and we’re at war
With ruthless terrorists
When you’ve emptied your last clip
You’ll come at them with fists!

And if they blow your arms off then
You’ll kick ‘em in the brass
And if they blow your legs off too
You’ll bite them on their ass!

Do I make myself clear, grunt?
There is no “quit” for you!
I don’t care if your heart stops
And if your face turns blue

You will continue as a corpse
You spineless little worm!
Death is not something that makes
A real G.I. Joe squirm!

It’s just an itty, bitty little
Setback for us, son!
You will get up, you will dust off
And then reload that gun!

You will not stop because the stakes
Are this flag that I wave
You will help keep it “Land of Free”
As well as “Home of Brave”

Now drop and give me twenty, slime!
Before this here baton
Finds its way across your face
And makes that smile gone!

Ok, not bad, at ease, disease
You didn’t make me sick
Hit the showers and your bunk
And give your wounds a lick

Because if you thought this was bad
Just wait until tomorrow!
You haven’t seen the slightest bit
Of real heartbreak or sorrow!

You’ll do it ‘cause I tell you to
You’ll run and jump and show
The enemy that we’re the best
While yelling out “YO JOE!”

DISMISSED!

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Pop Culture Poetry: The Power

21 Aug

The Power

The Kingdom is at peace today
The Prince breathes deep and slow
A peasant sees him laying down
Beside where flowers grow

The peasant bows and says, “Highness”
The Prince gives them a smile
He can tell as they walk off
They actually revile

The Prince behind his back because
How little strength he shows
Instead of fighting off a beast
He’d rather simply doze

The Kingdom’s people walk about
And do their daily chores
Secretly shaking their heads
At how he evades wars

He’d always run and hide whenever
The foes do attack
And only when peace is restored
Does he make his way back

He knows they all look down on him
But he accepts the role
Thrust upon him, although it
Does sometimes take its toll

Suddenly the peace is shattered
By a swooping beast
The winged creature breathes fire
And leaves a few deceased

The townspeople all run and scatter
All throughout the streets
To no one’s real surprise, the Prince‘s
Routine still repeats

He takes his furry companion
And ducks in a dark alley
He hears the men at arms outside
Assemble and then rally

Against the fire-breathing beast
But they are too outmatched
A single warrior who strikes
Is engulfed and then snatched

Deep down the Prince knows that he has
The courage to fight off
Any threat to his Kingdom
Though most at that would scoff

But he knows too he doesn’t have
The power that he needs
To fend off all the evil threats
And so he then proceeds

To hold his magic sword aloft
And speak the ancient name
Of the legendary King
From which his power came

“I have the power” he thunders
As lightning brightly flashes
Making him grow ten times stronger
As the thunder crashes

With power, knowledge and wisdom
The Prince no longer stands
In the alley, the sword now
Rests in a Hero’s hands

He points the sword at his small pet
Who cowers at the sight
Of lightning all around him, but then
Grows in ten times might

The companion roars as the Hero
Mounts the battle cat
And rides off to the courtyard to
Subdue the monster that

Has disrupted all the peace
That the Prince had enjoyed
All the people see him come
And are all overjoyed

They give him adulation and
Call him their only hope
Somewhere someone makes a crack
“The Prince ran off to mope”

The Hero blocks a blast of fire
With his magic sword
He dismounts and engages the
New beast sent by the horde

He grabs the beast by one leg while
The battle cat jumps on
Its back and bites and claws while Hero
Displays his full brawn

He lifts the beast above his head
With impossible strength
The cat jumps down and watches on
Always at arms length

The Hero grunts and hurls the beast
Into a castle wall
The bricks give way and beast commences
To forever fall

It screams and writhes as it plummets
Into the endless void
Another beast the Hero has
Successfully destroyed

The townspeople all cheer his name
The King joins them as well
He looks around for his young son
Again, he must retell

The exploits of this Hero since
Whenever trouble nears
The Prince pulls off a magic trick
And somehow disappears

The Hero sees the King search for
His skittish only son
He wishes he could tell the truth
But knows what must be done

He mounts the cat and rides off as
The people give him praise
A short time later, Prince returns
A few eyebrows do raise

“I’m glad you’re safe!” the King hugs him
But many people snicker
How whenever danger strikes
The Prince could not be quicker

“My furry friend ran off” the Prince
Explains to all the folks
“I had to make sure he was safe”
He perpetrates the hoax

And accepts how they see him
A gutless, craven coward
A necessary mask for the
Hero deep down, empowered

By the strength and courage of
The King whose skull was gray
Until the next time they need help
By flowers he will lay

Pop Culture Poetry: Hands of Steel

20 Aug

Hands of Steel

This traveller comes
From far away
A planet in
Full disarray

A world severed
By hate and lust
For power that’s
Left dead to rust

This shepherd sees
The end is near
And knows he must
Leave all that’s dear

He calls his flock
To board their ship
But are so weak
They can’t equip

The vessel to
Defend from foes
The traitors board
And come to blows

The shepherd uses
Hands of steel
To show his flock
Just how to deal

With anyone
Who tries to take
The peace that they
Want to remake

He knows even
Though they are fleeing
Freedom’s the right
Of a sentient being

He grabs a foe
And hoists him high
And hurls him at
The foe’s ally

The two careen
Into their chief
He swats them off
Like a small leaf

The silver scourge
Lifts on his arm
An instrument
Of deadly harm

The cannon swells
With purple light
But before
It can ignite

Two hands of steel
Come forth and grab
The cannon and
Then throw a jab

Across the silver
Terror’s face
Knocking him
Off of his base

The shepherd lands
A mighty kick
Which dents his
Nemesis’s thick

Armor and he
Doesn’t wait
With hands of steel
He grabs the plate

And spins the silver
Scourge around
Off of a wall
Then to the ground

The scourge smiles
A hint of pride
As the two
Leaders collide

He recalls how
The shepherd was
And what he’s now
Become because

Of being pushed
To his limit
Most others
Already quit

But this shepherd
Was a rare breed
He refused
To concede

The freedom of
All of his friends
Where many hid
This one defends

“It’s over” the
Steel scourge does roar
And his own
Steel hands now bore

Towards the shepherd’s
Optic lights
Overpowered
But still fights

His followers
All see him hold
His own against
A foe twofold

The strength of him
And ten times more
Experienced
In any war

His bravery
Rouses his flock
And soon with hands
Of steel they knock

And strike and blast
Those who attack
The time has come
To all fight back

The red and yellow
Brothers team
To throw the blue foe
Through a beam

The pacifist
Evades the sting
Of a null-ray
And grabs a wing

And hurls the foe
Towards the aged
Red warrior
Who’s now uncaged

The silver scourge
Sees all his weak
Prey’s courage now
Somehow pique

He now knows he
Must cut the head
Off of the one
Who’s courage spread

He bores down on
The shepherd’s throat
As wires snap
The scourge does gloat

“Die” his raspy
Voice does growl
But an ally
Is on the prowl

The black and white
Brother jumps on
While the small green
Brother with brawn

Grabs hold a leg
The two give all
To save their shepherd
From the maul

It’s all he needs
With hands of steel
He takes control
Makes his foe reel

The silver scourge
Has no one to
Come to his aid
Where is his crew?

Why don’t they help
The fight he’s in?
He sees the white one
At him grin

And then remembers
He trusts no one
Their treacherous
Help he needs none

The shepherd sees
The scourge lose trust
In all his troops
And knows he must

Always have it
For all his team
It’s what makes
His side supreme

Before the duel
Can be decided
The ship becomes
All misguided

It spins out of
Control and stalls
Pulled towards
The Earth and falls

Swooping down
To then collide
Crashing into
Mountainside

Everyone’s
Eyes slowly dim
The shepherd knew
Chances were slim

But as his mind
Does fade away
A heavy heart
Will never weigh

He fought with hands
Of steel and saw
That none of his
Flock did withdraw

They did not cower
They did not weep
They followed bravely
Rose to keep

Their freedom and
They made him proud
They broke free of
The fearful shroud

His lights go out
He sleeps and waits
To hear the telling
Of their fates

When one day rock
Will not conceal
All the mighty
Hands of steel