Black Poetry : Superman Looking Out of Windows

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  1. HSF Moe

    HSF Moe Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hey Yall! Long time no see... this is pulled off my blog. So far, my favorite piece of 2010:


    he peeks out of windows
    dreaming of the superman he once was
    feeling the strength of steel in those hands
    when he ruled the Earth
    bulletproof.
    .
    tall, like orders to create life
    from nothingness
    equipped with little more
    than his will
    and the notion that
    it can be done.
    .
    there was a time
    when windows were doorways
    and these legs worked
    and these hands could grasp
    hold of the belief
    that I could do
    anything
    .
    when I was still him
    and my kids thought I was
    Him
    when brainwaves could travel like rumors
    further than light
    when this mind could leap tall buildings
    in a single bound
    before the sounds of failure
    could utter its first syllable
    .
    eyes that once saw
    ears that once listened
    a tongue that could
    tie
    twist
    and latch
    onto dreams
    towing fantasies out to the land of
    things coming true
    .
    I felt like I could do
    anything
    but somewhere trapped inside me
    lives the man i really am
    the superman i used to be
    instead of the Daddy they see
    now sentenced to looking out of windows
    at the world I once ruled
    where this dead prison
    holds my world within its walls
    .
    i am longing to be set free
    and fly.
    .
    .
    “Superman Looking Out the Window”
    2011
     

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    Poet HSF Moe,

    Nicely done. This piece tugged at my heart. It appears that once the subject could no longer fly he gave up on his superman identity. The thing about being grounded is that you are forced to commune (up close and personal) with the things/people you love...in a way perhaps you never did before...making one more super than ever. Well done. Enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing.
    (smile)

    (may you rest in peace, Mr. Reeves)
     
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    awesomely well composed welcome back
     
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    thank yall. I was in target and watched a young boy and girl wheeling their father around. he was terribly twisted and knotted, and it didn't seem anything on him worked but his eyes. even his mouth was moving involuntarily. he had a voice box attached to his throat, so I guess that's how he talked.

    but he made them, so I'm sure he wasn't always like that. and the kids were very loving with him, the girl was showing him clothes, asking if he liked them and all he could do was mumble. the boy was talking to him as if he could answer, and it seemed the kids could understand his mumbling.

    so i thought about how kids see their dads as superman, and how he must sit inside this body that once lept over tall buildings in a single bound, and watch life as a spectator. and that was the inspiration for the title and the subject of the poem.

    it's good to be back yall!
     
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