The World is my Kryptonite

by JF

The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.

O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.

Yet it craves a ray of Light.

From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.

The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.

Superman cringing before Kryptonite

The World is my Kryptonite

Found another great, old poem

by George F. Viett (1868-1943)

“Life more abundant!”
This the glad tidings
Blazoned in cosmic light
Girdling the earth;
“Many the mansions”
For our abidings
In these myriad stars
Of man’s birth and re-birth.

Each star a paradise
Brighter and fairer
For pilgrims ascending
Unfettered of sin;
Life more abundant
Richer and rarer–
With spirits congenial
Loved friends, and kin.

They shall come dancing
Down hills of Gladness
To meet us and greet us
With welcoming song;
With balm for life’s wounds,
And surcease from its madness–
The wrath and the wreck
Of the world, and its wrong.

There are endless new Edens
For those who shall merit–
In these beautiful worlds
Where we linger awhile,
And the radiance of Heaven
For those who can bear it–
For those on whom Virtue
And Justice shall smile.

This is the story
Of new life unmeasured–
Of man’s august pilgrimage
Through the infinite stars;
And somewhere, in glory,
God’s guests are gathered;
Freed from the fetters
Of flesh and its scars–


Found another great, old poem