The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
aliases, adventure, analogy, character, hero,
Form: Heroic Couplet
across the festival of grasses
I ran through the view of various booth and attraction
run by locals and those aged faction
along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases
rolling my bike seemed to bother
with their necks closing in
leaning towards my upward chin
read as arrogance, instead as an evader
invader of their land
shattering their drinking glass
yet still manage to outclass humans
by using what's left of their decaying hand
it's pretty in my mind
thinking—I'll just pay a visit
not knowing my limit
until I arrived.
Categories:
aliases, death, earth, grief,
Form: Quatrain
Green Goblin, Green Goblin, how terrible you are.
And only for a serum have you become a superstar.
A star of infamy and Spider-man’s worst foe,
spreading holy terror wherever that you go.
Aliases you have had, maybe up to five.
The third one, Dr. Bart, was not long alive.
As Norman, the original, you came back from the dead -
once again to fill our hero Spider-man with dread.
Norman’s son Harry used the serum too.
And Green Goblins many powers harry knew.
Superhuman strength and agility
and a genius too with regenerative ability.
Driven quite insane, you only wish to kill
and destroy all everywhere you’ve been.
“The five” incapacitated you, yet still
I bet we’ll be seeing you again and again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians And Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
aliases, character,
Form: Rhyme
By many aliases they're known:
Crawfish, crawdads, mudbugs, yabbies.
They abound in brooks, and streams, and swamps,
As well as roadside ditches and rice paddies.
Their astacology has shown
They prey like scavengers and mobsters,
While some, more taxonomically aloof,
Try hard to pass as mountain lobsters.
Throughout the world as food they're meant,
Both from the wild and from the grocer,
But not as a substitute for meat at Lent
Because they're not considered kosher.
And so the cunning, craven crayfish,
The ones that didn't get away,
End up in boils, or bisques, or soups,
If not served up as étouffés
In swanky overpriced cafés.
Categories:
aliases, animal, humor,
Form: Light Verse
An Alliigator's Fine Final Finale
A fairy fractured forever alleged an assault from former friend
Frenzied and angry, fairy father argued at fairy’s arraignment
Forever fractured, assaulted fearless fairy fought friend’s aliases.
Alligator allegedly assaulted former friend, as a fine final finale.
Categories:
aliases, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Here is a truth as hard as honed steel,
It cuts like a knife but rolls like a wheel
Approaching with promise of nearness and love,
But slicing as deeply as hate from above.
It severs not the connection in between,
Yet it minces a Mother in ways unseen.
After years in her mold, your self you exert
By cutting her under and enjoying her hurt.
You joke with your friends how controlling she is
Ya’ll drink and you laugh, creating foul aliases,
Childishly exaggerating, thoughtlessly you rally,
Bolstering your girlie group but keeping no tally
Of the dishonor you pile on both Mothers AND spawn.
Will this cruelty not live on once Moms are gone?
Categories:
aliases, betrayal, daughter,
Form: Rhyme
The final Rhapsody for an Infra red head
A sunny rise sparking caprice flames
Avina Delis seduces me with her radiance
Bearing the title of the Scarlet Queen
Deserving of a crimson crown
Lorraine Floyd glowing, her ruby heart is pure sexuality
Cute Sunny swaying under an auburn light, show casing flexibility
Burning brightly like no other, Avina Netu does
Klara undresses from a black velveteen
She's all I ever dreamed and wished
Roza Zadova is supple and lean
From the visions I've witnessed she can please. she can do no wrong
What's it like to please her on your knees
As she exudes unseen waves of attraction
The only one who can make me be silent
Transfixing my mind
Emanating grace from her flowing mane
Heat keeps rising, she's the temptress of my thoughts
Dawning love from her fiery glow
A relentless desire from an enchanting phenomenon
Different aliases, same beautiful woman
Categories:
aliases, beauty, love, lust, ,
Form: ABC
She was on the wanted list for quite some time
Yet she had committed no crime
She was given many aliases
And is still wanted in some places
Many powerful men have had affairs with her
Some couldn't get enough of her
Some denied taking in her very essence
Others said she is just for peasants
She is pimped out on street corners
Being sold for nickels and dimes
So many can get their thrills and delight
But she is not a lady of the night
I have met this lady a few times
Sometimes in summer's sunshine, sometimes in cold winter rain
She told me that out of all her aliases
She prefers to be called Mary Jane
Contest name: One of Your Best
Categories:
aliases, power,
Form: Free verse
safe haven for poets once existed
till destructive forces came on board
those who seek just to hurt others
end up harming themselves
several such people have inflicted pain here
though no one would call them “writers”
juvenile antics and hateful comments
are their only legacies
through profanity and threats
digging holes to poetry’s Armageddon
alienating those who won’t strike back
or resort to petty, personal attacks
they say, "You're the most despised among the soup clan"
spew lava-like proclamations
hold grudges for years when they don't place
in a contest where only quality work won
evil doers adopt numerous aliases
to favorite each of their own poems
but poets can easily identify them
as their “attempts” at poems all sound the same
if one who can’t write, gives you a contest win
what is it you have really won
their friendship? No, they don’t have friends
do you compare your poetry to theirs
who wants to share on such a site
where mean-spirited people call the shots
other places enforce rules to promote civility
let your conscience guide you to these sites
August 18, 2014
Categories:
aliases, bullying,
Form: Free verse
James is my name with its historic meaning
An important king bore this name
Carrying it to its royal fame,
One reason why this name I’m esteeming
King James gave us the Bible in English
For which I am so proud
I say the words low or loud
But I could never speak Yiddish.
In the holy writ, more than one person shared
This name so renowned.
Oh, how she loved its sound ,
The name Mama always declared.
My uncle called me by a nickname;
He wanted to call me Jim
But Mama had words with him
She told him that JAMES is my name.
So family and friends, all my life,
Called me what Mom named me,
For that was her earnest plea.
Substitutes pierced her like a knife.
But I had a livelihood and bread to win
There, co-workers gave me a moniker
For which they would prefer—
They called me Jimmy or simply Jim.
Other aliases have been most replete,
Such as Whimpy, and Daneymoco,
Else, a-k-a, Hey You, or Jimbo.
Regardless, I will always come to eat.
For the "WHAT'S IN A NAME?" Contest
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Categories:
aliases, peoplewords, me, me,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
I'll be known by this alias:
faith defender and God seeker,
the humblest man of our race,
putting wisdom and truth first;
and I'll be judged, as everyone else,
for my reforming and opposing ways...
If I only sought fame, I'd come easy:
with no sweat or conjuring up schemes;
all I have to do is go along
with society's spoiled and unfair ways,
and swiftly advance my prominence;
and how will I sing the sacred song,
when I'll change my look of spirituality
and choose riches heedlessly?
No sarcasm in words, but perspicacity;
my petition, to everyone reading this writing,
can transform their wrong view
into something purposeful and new:
with no aliases to be known by,
avoiding pertinent comments, just persisting...
Faith defender and God seeker,
endure in your rightful and clean ways
without wishing perpetuity in unmerited works,
but expecting moral persecution by all;
and be ready to wipe off a doleful tear!
Faith defender and God seeker,
persevere and do everything wisely and well;
prolong your earthly stay: to profess and tell...
Categories:
aliases, faithgod, god,
Form: Lyric
I want to muse—
without
wearing eye-glasses, but
urge my pen for words that guide
to sea of love. Sun makes
her lips fiery, we sip
the day,
swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart
pumps out breath, holding our souls
like victims for ransom. Ah,
etching our aliases in the sudor like wine
on the lustful spread of green, I
look for the cheerful shadow
of sky, as we dress our minds
with chrysanthemum of a summer day.
Categories:
aliases, love, nature, on writing
Form: Romanticism
Real Name: David "Davy" Laramee
Identity/Class: Normal human
Occupation: Captain in the Texas Rangers
Enemies: Sherriff
Known Relatives: None
Aliases: None
Base of Operations: Texas, c.1830s
The Whiskey made the Kidd fighting mad and he swore he would gun the Sherriff
down
And then a funny thing began to happen to the Kidd he frowned for at that
moment when the Sheriff neared to him the wind began to howl and all along the
watchtower for a mile or more the people howled like Indians always do. Then
the lightening came out of a clear blue sky and split the tree in two making the
Sheriff cry and holler and dance on one foot like fat people always do. The Kidd
tossed both his guns into the dust at the Sherriff's feet. Eye am threw he said
with yew. The whiskey may have addled him is what the Sherriff always thought
but the Kidd knew that it was a sign from his Lord the GOD the JESUS up above.
Categories:
aliases, brother, childhood, cowboy-western, faith,
Form: Prose Poetry