Oh My Loki! I Think I’m Obsessed.

I love the wrong kind of character.

Besides often falling for the villain, I’m not the sort to drool after Chris Hemsworth, stalk Dwayne Johnson, or slip my number to Brad Pitt. I mean, who cares? All they’ve got is a body.

I’m also not a big watcher-of-series. Before we moved, I’d catch Walking Dead or Lost or Breaking Bad from over Kevin‘s shoulder while I washed the dishes in the evening. Without sound. The problem is children. We can either watch something with them or something once they’re all (supposedly) in bed.

Enter Disney+. After a few Avengers films (trying to mute all the swears), we tried Wandavision. ‘Not bad,’ we said. ‘What’s next,’ we said. ‘Ah, one about Loki…’

Of all the Avengers not counting Hawkeye, Loki is my favorite. Then they went and filmed his series with a Fallout/Portal/Matrix feel to it and cinched the deal.

I love it.

Like, LOVE it.

Granted, the story has its plot holes. Some of the dialogue delivery needed work, including the initial exchange between Mobius and Loki. But… Have you ever read the last page of a book and wanted to stay in that world? Have you finished a series or a film and wanted another hour of content? That’s exactly how I felt at the abrupt ending of Loki‘s first season.

…and I wanted Sylvie to drop through a time gap, but that’s a side issue…

Yeah; she’s not my favorite. Thanks, GIPHY.

Have any of you seen it? What did you think? Where do you think the story will go? Will Sophia Di Martino and Tom Hiddleston ever learn how to have chemistry? Do I need to join a support group just to disseminate the plot?

Now, THAT is a face you can trust… (Thanks again, GIPHY)

©2021 Chel Owens

WINNER of the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

Most weeks I cannot quite make up my mind and this time was no exception. I read through each poem several times before deciding upon a winner.

And that winner is Michael B. Fishman.

I’m Not a Bird or a Plane

by Michael B. Fishman

I really like to kiss my aunts ‘cuz I am Captain Underpants.
Why just the other day,
I was sitting,
on the
toilet
and I looked
down and I said
to the toilet, I said,
“Hey, man, you look a bit
flushed.”
The toilet laughed and said
to me,
he said,
“Hey, man, why are you so
corny?”
And we both laughed.
So I’m a superhero don’t mess with me
cuz I can shrink as small as a garden pea.
And I can fly and turn invisible if I want
and
bend metal and save people who need saving and
I
can do it all while swimming across the Mediterranean Sea.
And be done in time for afternoon tea.
Do-re-mi.
And I can do it in the open air in my underwear.
So move over Batman.
Now I’m going under there.
Under wear?
Hahaha made ‘ya say “underwear”!

Congratulations, Michael! You are the most terrible poet of the week!

All eight poems submitted this week were pretty terrible. Only one or two didn’t make the final cut. Michael’s squeezed by on a hair, that hair being on a mental coin flip of which to choose… He, like many others, had awful rhymes. He, like many others, rambled somewhere that may have been a subject. And he, like many others, played with whatever meter may have been there to the point of utter irritation.

Great work everyone. Here you all are:

How doth a superhero

by Bruce Goodman

How doth a superhero
squeeze into body-hugging spandex all those magnificent body parts?
And what happens if he or she farts?
Does it blow up like a balloon
so that everyone knows you’ve been eating prunes?

I could never be a superhero;
not because I don’t have the body or audacity
but because of my incapacity
to squeeze everything into that lycra.
Although I just might. Ya
know I couldn’t stand having everyone gawk at bits of my anatomy
even though body-hugging polymer polyurethane would flatter me.

And yet, my dove,
such is my love
that I would save you even without the suit.
Ain’t that beaut?
Spandex would be a sin
if I could rescue you wearing just my own skin.

—–

Dun dun dun dun DUNH DE DUNH

by Peregrine Arc

Oh, look. A spider.
Oh, look. A hammer.
Oh, look. A Russian spy.
Oh, look. A witch with red eyes.
He hee. Ho hum.
Quiet, Loki.

Are we all here? Can the camera fit them all?
Nay, pan out, camera man.
Let’s get all the ladies in this shot.
Don’t forget the tree. Almost did, didn’t we?
Tee hee.

There are more salaries in here than one can fathom.
Even for those who get twenty second clips at random.
And less words than Stan Lee,
who let us imagine and see.

Hee hee, ho la.
Pray tell, where’s my hammah?

*Lightning crash*
*Fade out into random poses with strong jaw lines*

—–

Superheroes by the Score

by Trent McDonald

There is the Universe by DC
There is one for Marvel
And then, there is Reality

The superheroes in our Universe
The ones every day
Though not quite as rare, are oh so much worse

There is Man of Bog
Killing people with the stench
Of his great fart formed fog

Library Lady is a great in anyone’s book
Her super power is to stop all conversation
With just one sharp look

Political Man will give you pause
With his power to twist illogic
To promote his unworthy cause

Diet Woman can in a single bound
Defy all physics that can be found
Turning an ounce of salad into fat by the pound

There are so many more out there
Superheroes by the score
But I no longer care
So will tell you no more

—–

Untitled piece

by Bladud Fleas

Lorisman,
Fights crime!
Eventually

—–

Untitled piece,
Read to the tune of the theme song from Barney. Yes, the big purple dinosaur Barney.

by Dorinda Duclos

I love Batman, you love Robin

We’re gonna fight, just wait and see

With a BAM! And a SWOOSH!

Like Cat Woman with her claws

And a Wonder Woman whooping, just because

—–

Untitled piece

by Deb Whittam

The sky is dark,
Ominously dark,
So dark that it could almost be night
But it isn’t.

The atmosphere is hostile
Crisply hostile
So hostile that the citizens hide indoors to be safe
They aren’t

Our villain
Handsomely evil
Oozes along the sidewalk seeking vengeance
Malignantly angry

Our hero
Vibrantly purposefully
Steps forth to meet his foe
Heroically brave

They clash
Wham, bam, POW
A kaleidoscope of color and action as they wrestle for dominance
Success/defeat

—–

Poetryman or Better a Woman

by ESP

Men need food, drink, shelter and internet to live,
but they need the myths and mythology to be men.
The god though is abstract and the holy books
are filled with instructive stories instead of heroes,
with the stars losing their sheen in the movies,
big names failing to make as much as their pay,
the world needed heroes who were more than human.

Enters marvel, making even the reluctant become a fan,
as its teams put the nordic and greek god-makers to shame
and when they ran out of ideas included the gods to the game.
What we have now is more superheroes than men,
myths to choose from alphabetic lists that goes over pages
and if not sure you may go for the never ending avengers.

Not trying to be terrible here, I am anything but sincere.
This’s the best I come up with, read my posts if you care,
my friends and followers do, going through this rhyming pain.
Poetry is the damsel in distress, all over wordpress,
what we need is a poetryman or better a capered woman,
a superhero to save it from assaults in the name of prompts.

—–

Congratulations to the winner and near-winners and thank you all for playing. Tune in tomorrow for next week’s prompt!

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Michael: D. Wallace Peach created this graphic that you can use (if you want) for a badge of honor as the winner:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

Hello and welcome to the 24th Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest!

This isn’t your English professor’s maternal aunt’s poetry manual’s contest. This is the place for dropped shoes, feet on tables, and hair being let down. Read my how-to about terrible poetry for a bit more direction, then read the specifics below:

  1. Topic: Superheroes
  2. Length: Let’s go back to somewhere between 4 and 150 words.
  3. Rhyme? If you want to, sure. If not, who’s picky?
  4. MAKE IT BAD. I want Doctor Strange to appear and open a time hole specifically for dropping Thanos, Hela, Killmonger, and Loki on your head in a desperate effort to stop more poems from coming.
  5. Rating: PG-13 or cleaner, like a superhero movie.

You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (May 10) to submit a poem.

If you are shy, use the form. Leave me a comment saying that you did as well, just to be certain.

For a more social experience, include your poem or a link to it in the comments.

Have fun!

 

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