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Hero Worship

13 Sep

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Hero Worship

Strange days these are, my friends, in which the “nerds” proudly proclaim
To worship costumed heroes without timidness or shame
“I love the Batman! Spider-Man! The Hulk and Man of Steel!”
And countless other heroes with such zest, vigor and zeal
They buy t-shirts adorned with the visage of all these greats
Some go so far as to “cosplay” but many of the traits
Like courage, selflessness and confidence, self-mastery
Sense of honor, duty, understanding, empathy
Are nowhere to be found within their elaborate suits
Empty, selfish people with fancy masks, capes and boots
I’m speaking from experience because a year ago
I started doing charity events for kids with woe
I donned a superhero costume, covered toe to head
And learned that real world superheroes are not that widespread
Many of the “cosplayers” in town did not come out
Seems when there is no reward we have a hero drought
They only go out to conventions to try to win prizes
And get their ego stroked while wearing their detailed disguises
Many will take off their mask or helmet so all see
It’s not the hero that you think, instead, “IT’S ME! IT’S ME!”
There was one who did come out to a few children’s events
He too mugged maskless for the camera and tried to make cents
On a visit to the hospital’s sick children’s wing
Instead of focusing on kids, this selfish man did sing
About the “cosplay” things he could sell me to help fight crime
Shilling wares while kids around were dying ‘fore their time
It’s so bizarre how all these heroes with muscles and abs
With steel resolve and iron will who throw punches and jabs
Whenever challenges arise don’t do much to inspire
Seems their fashion sense is what fanboys and girls admire
The t-shirts, hats and tattoos all proclaim, “I’m on their team!”
But when their feelings do get hurt, “You bullied me!” they scream
“You bullied me,” is not a phrase a true hero would speak
“You bullied me,” are words spoken by egoic and weak
“You can bully me but there’s a price you’ll have to pay”
Is what a TRUE hero would calmly, strongly, fiercely say
The sacrifice of heroes has been lost amid the suit
Unfortunate that it’s the fashion that most “nerds” salute
And fail to mimic how these heroes respond with great grace
It takes more than a costume change and mask upon your face
To genuinely feel the traits that make heroes adored
It’s gained through service, sacrifice, not applause and award

                           ~Miro

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Super Warrior

10 Sep

“They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you… my only son.” ~Jor-El

Super Warrior

Up up and away the hero flies
Soaring through the city’s skies
Veering through the concrete maze
Searching for the one that prays

For miracle to come their way
Up on the bridge some kind of fray
A kid’s school bus hangs off the edge
Teetering upon the ledge

People cry and scream and shout
Frozen with fear and doubt
Chaos, bedlam, terror grips
As the school bus now quickly slips

“My God, the kids!” a man cries and
Jumping forward tries to land
A futile grip on the transport
He’s just a few inches too short

The vehicle careens and dives
Taking with it the young lives
For a moment not a word
Then someone says, “Look, it’s a bird!”

“No it’s plane!” someone else cries
But then they see him in his guise
They shout his name and all rejoice
But he hears just his father’s voice

“Live as one of them, my son
To find where your strength should be done”
The bus plummets towards the blue
He feels winds lash but powers through

“They can be great, they wish to be
They only lack the light to see
The way to go and since they’ve none
I’ve sent them you, my only son”

His father’s words always ring in
His mind wherever he has been
He swoops under the bus before
It crashes into the cold shore

The kids look out their windows and
In unison give him a hand
They cheer and shout and jump around
As he gently  sets them down

They thank him for all those he’s saved
But praise is not what he has craved
He flies up and gives them a smile
Hoping that after a while

The light he casts will show the way
To all the good they can display
To all the greatness they could give
If for each other they would live

                                          ~Miro

Ultimate Inspiration

21 Sep

Ultimate Inspiration

Every child growing up
Has heroes they admire
Some wear capes and fly and some
Turn green when times are dire

In the 80’s there were many
Heroes in the ring
Pro-wrestling housed so many
Characters who did bring

A sense of honor and justice
To little kids each week
Hulk Hogan and Macho Man
At war with Iron Sheik

But one hero stood out to me
And many thousands more
This tasseled, painted combatant
Came well prepared for war

He used intensity to capture
Everyone’s attention
His passion was quite evident
And fueled his fast ascension

Even though I couldn’t fully
Grasp at that young age
The concept of a “Warrior”
His vigor did engage

His way of doing everything
With every ounce of heart
With every fiber of his being
Set him far apart

From other workers who did not
See it more than a way
To make some dough ‘cause their passion
Was second to their pay

Then one day this Warrior
Dropped off the face of Earth
At least that’s what his boss said as
He spoke of this man’s worth

His peers chimed in as well and they
All talked about how bad
His attitude was and how he
Was just a passing fad

Overweight drug addicts talked
About how self destructive
This self-made Warrior was and
That he was not productive

How he couldn’t get along
And how he walked alone
That the only concerns that
He had were just his OWN

Men who smoked and drank and drugged
Their way through their whole lives
Neglecting their children at home
And cheating on their wives

Talking trash about a man
Strike that, a Warrior
Who put their discipline and heart
To shame and would prefer

To walk away from fame and fortune
If it meant he kept
His OWN integrity intact
And gladly did accept

Something he said years ago
When he first walked away
Twenty years ago does still
Resonate to this day

He said sometimes you have to turn
Your back on those you thought
Were friends and make sure that their words
Do not leave you distraught

That you should not care how they judge
Your actions or your worth
That your true greatness has been with you
Since your day of birth

“Time will tell” they say and now
Time has told us the tale
The Warrior’s still clean and strong
While naysayers are frail

Men who talked so poorly now
Are feeling the effects
Of living with no discipline
And now Karma collects

While “self-destructive” Warrior
Continues to inspire
With writings, artwork, videos
That light creative fire

Underneath a legion of
Warriors who now see
That it’s their OWN intensity
And passion that is key

To unlocking the greatness that
They all possess within
Sometimes one road’s end is the
Ideal place to begin

                                      Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: Super

19 Aug

Super

Up up and away
The hero flies
Soaring through
The city’s skies

Veering through
The concrete maze
Searching for
The one that prays

For miracle
To come their way
Up on the bridge
Some kind of fray

A kid’s school bus
Hangs off the edge
Teetering
Upon the ledge

People cry
And scream and shout
Frozen with
Fear and doubt

Chaos, bedlam
Terror grips
As the school bus
Now quickly slips

“My God, the kids!”
A man cries and
Jumping forward
Tries to land

A futile grip
On the transport
He’s just a few
Inches too short

The vehicle
Careens and dives
Taking with it
Those young lives

For a moment
Not a word
Then someone says
“Look, it’s a bird!”

“No it’s plane!”
Someone else tries
But then they see
Him in his guise

They shout his name
And all rejoice
But he hears just
His father’s voice

“Live as one
Of them, my son
To find where your
Strength should be done”

The bus plummets
Towards the blue
He feels winds lash
But powers through

“They can be great
They wish to be
They only lack
The light to see

The way to go
And since they’ve none
I’ve sent them you
My only son”

His father’s words
Always ring in
His mind wherever
He has been

He swoops under
The bus before
It crashes into
The cold shore

The kids look out
Their windows and
In unison
Give him a hand

They cheer and shout
And jump around
As he gently
Sets them down

They thank him for
All those he’s saved
But praise is not
What he has craved

He flies up and
Gives them a smile
Hoping that
After a while

The light he casts
Will show the way
To all the good
They can display