Thank you, Felicia. That was a very nice poem your father wrote.

I realize that math is unpoetic to most, and this particular math might lose all but devoted number addicts.

Thanks, and welcome to Poemranker. I’ve read several of yours and hope to get back soon.

"This is a site for reading and critiquing POEMS, not for hurling around unfounded personal attacks and groundless suggestions." - zodiac.

How can I even talk with someone so self-contradictory and confused.

So, "I was the flying man" was not something you meant. Okay.

I am happy that anybody sees where I am going with this poem. If I saw where I am going, I would remove uncertainty from the fourth stanza and conclude it decisively in the fifth.

I’m sorry, I thought that was obvious. Yes the superheroes do not usually hoist themselves in arrogance and demean the lower classes, except for the villain-heroes, which might draw some of the same following -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. draws. It is only the magnetic capacity of the hero that I see raising him in fantasy like -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I., not his character unless it happens to be similar. People were drawn to Hitler and Jim Jones for escape and identification with a greater man, and I don’t mean to compare those men to -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

It is not a new position, but the same one I have been discussing all along. Perhaps you are another aspect of -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. and have not read the other posts. To repeat, he is “the embodiment of thwarted lives seeking betterment through a superhero.” Through “extreme arrogance” and “the preposterous higher order of human in which he asserts himself as if innately better,” and his “obsession with demeaning the lower classes and instilling what he hopes to be pain” he becomes like a figure of escapist fantasy. I could go on about how he might be attractive were it not for . . . , etc., but please read, it’s all there.

It melts only if the warmth of the deer’s head is sufficient, which could be next spring. You’re just trying to make an inept analogy work.

The sentence does make sense, though I should have ended it with a rhetorical question mark. Either way, it says nothing about whether Superman and the others are real or not, though we both know they are imaginary. Also, in your No. 2, it says nothing about whether they are log-ins on the internet, though we both know they are not. I will retort, as you suspected, that they provide escapist fantasy for many people, which I compare to the escapist fantasy of -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. I may have, as you say, messed up everything.

I’m impressed with your knowledge of the superheroes. Frankly, they are all boring, and I lump them all into embodiments of fantasy. We all have our escapes, and if you find Batman more appealing, then fine. In regard to your suggestion that we ALL deceive ourselves, that is true in various amounts and ways. I only wished to point out the way in which the “team” embodies a superhero.

A snowflake does not melt when it lands on the eyelash of a deer because the temperature of the eyelash is below freezing as is the temperature of the snowflake.
This simple truth has eluded you as has the falsehood of the rest of your rant about the natures of women. But like I said above, you are right in character now, irritating, insinuating, drumming up reaction from the common folk for your insults.

You say something like that whenever you've been beaked to the max.

Pull quotes, will you? How very impressive. The fact is, Mr. P.I., you have not done your research. You are utterly and colossally wrong, which makes you an utter _________ and a colossal ___________. Fill in the blanks from your vast vocabulary of moral turpitudes. Pity my Venetian blinds are not dusty.

You make yourself a laughingstock. Please read it again and note the kind of thinking this poem addresses and then tell me whether you think it is productive ergo worthwhile.

It is not. The best part was "more intimate than theirs."