Best Ironman Poems
The MIGHTY AVENGERS
By James Edward Lee Sr.
In this so, surreal universe
Individual hero's come abust
Evil Norse God Loki
Wanting to destroy this earth
Came about a ruse a plan to also destroy
Thor: the God of thunder
So by doing this he enlisted
One of earths menaces
He created a vision of The incredible HULK
Rampaging, galloping across the city
eVEN THO there were a many of hero team available
To come and combat the danger
Those few were caught-up in their own heroic adventures
At this time in theses modern times not enough hero's to go around
The Fantastic Four were busy
The Teen Brigade took it upon themselves
To radio contact single superhero
Invincible Ironman flying to the scene
Thor God of thunder also arrives at the same time
And as the size of a fly, a ant also came Giant man and the Wasp
Now all together they combine their power and fight the real Hulk
Loki plot falls through
They, the newly gathered super hero's
Defeat the evil Norse god, Loki
They claim down the real Hulk
After winning the battle
They decided to stay together
And battle criminals, evil, and bad hero's...
As the Mighty Avengers
AVENGERS ASSEMBLE.......
1/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
There was a millionaire inventor
Who was fatally wounded in the Vietnam war
An explosion from a bomb made shrapnel
Embedded in his heart
To save his life he encased body with a iron suit
Fought off the Viet cong
Game back home as the invincible, invincible
Ironman
But alas now a hero
So many villains rose up to kill him
And one day this was finally done?
But before his mysterious disappearance and death
He found a young intern an apprentice
Her name Riri Williams
And she's a genesis
Sooner or later maybe called iron heart
A college student out of MIT
Made her own suit of iron
Now a hero, no she's a heroin
A genus African american teenager
She's the new
Ironman
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/07/17
CHAMPIONS
I'm a teen ager
awesome member of group of others
like a light bearer ambience
flexing my muscle full of calcium
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
of a team of teenage superheroes who became disillusioned
with their predecessors split off from the Avengers
earth mightiest superheros
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions superteens
Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan) a Muslim superhero body change-shifting morphing contender
Spider-Man Miles Morales a Black/Hispanic teenager his uncle a super villain
Nova (Sam Alexander) alien teen from another dimension helmet contains the origin of his powers
Hulk (Amadeus Cho) teen Asian genus gamma radiated hero, teen friend of Dr. Bruce Banner
Viv, daughter of the Vision she herself is robotic a synthezoid
Iron-Heart now new member of group MIT 15 year-old genius created her own Ironman suit
Cyclops one eyed teen X man hero from another earth now the leader of the group
we're Champions
saving the world cause we're all Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions
even though we're mere mortals even we can..
We are all heroes...
We're THE CHAMPIONS
BECUASE THE WORLD STILL NEEDS
CHAMPIONS
4/27/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
All Aboard!
We are boarding the train of thought!
I hope you're prepared for this winding, twisting, and turning adventure
Please do not be startled by the complete transparent interior
Even though it seems like it nobody will see the real you no matter how hard they try
Let's begin!
Here we are at Happy Place, if you look to your right you can see simile sea
Off to your left you can witness metaphors meant for more than failed loved attempts
Let's move on
At this moment we are crossing over superhero bridge
If you look through the floor of our lovely T.O.T.
You can see Black Panther and Captain America fighting it out
Hulk and Thor, Superman and Batman, Spiderman and Ironman, all of these heroes having disputes
Don't think you're the only one having a hard time trying to figure out who's the hero or villian
Maybe it's just some type competition
Our Conductor himself lives competitions
Always putting odds against each other what he likes to call conflicting contradictions
Now we are entering the tunnel of dreams
Do not fret the darkness its always like that in here
Fasten your seatbelts because we all know dreams can come true
But don't forget nightmares are dreams too
Let's just rush through this like we do with any task
Who said we can't get it done right and fast
Okay, okay we made it through
Now through our final scenery before we get home
We are arriving passing through fantasy island
Best place to be
Matter of fact the facts of the matter let's just stay here and create our realities
Ice Cream camera to capture the sweetest memories
Now that's a Kodak moment
Kool Aid streams so potent that the coloring is permanent
Let's douse this whole realm in permanent and become full time residents
End the democracies, dictatorships, no more Presidents
It's evident that the evidence proves this is our world to make in any image
The best part of these fantasies
We decide when they are finished
Heart of Gold,
calming tides
holding on, hands intertwined.
The ironman
so bold, so brave.
An injured deer
step forth to save.
No echoing groans.
No sorrowing pleas.
Hard to see what lies beneath.
There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal
gnawing and snapping at his core.
But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor.
This is where he hides,
Behind Closed Doors.
Late night, suffering through another moody late night
the topic on my mind tonight, irrelevant but appropriate
originating in the contents of a song because of this Yellowcard
I'm feeling another sure thing falling and as those lyrics graced my ears
burying the cryptic meaning I once thought into a different perspective
Why...why...oh, why
why on these nights do I let music change, change me
turn me back to neutral, reflecting on my previous activities
reflecting about myself, the hero I've built myself up to be
Now I'm up late writing hooks
to describe all of these sorrow filled looks
I endure and take in; the ones I pin
All of these books, I've read about heroes and crooks
and to my wonderment now, I'm trying to find out how...
how...myself...am I, am I a crook
I forbid it, I deny it, I regret it if I went that route
I'm dead set on being a hero
a modern day Spiderman just without the web
a modern day Ironman just without the bionic suit
save as many people as I possibly can
whether they need a shoulder to cry on, advice for a personal problem
some entertainment, a cure for boredom, a lullaby
anything, anything they could possibly need
just try and lend a helping hand, do the best I can
free of charge, nothing in return
Please don't tell me I'm something less
please don't tell me I'm something else
Even though I feel like a cheater, crook, criminal
I still strive to be a hero: tall, golden, significant
but I'm still falling behind on the simplest tasks
it's like I'm in a steel wake behind an electric fence
My thoughts have painted that calculated portrait
A hero
I know I belong in the image, in the scenary
in the cold, calming effect of an eclipsing stone statue
in honor of me
the trophy room filled with my accomplishments
but for now, I'm satisfied with being a zero
full of anger, of love, of fight, no hate
an ambush of failure circulating my aura
Crook; I've tried not to become one
not to succumb, not to be undone
a martyr to myself
an image to excel, an image of inspiration
an obstacle to overcome
Life...life is the obstacle to overcome
Joe’s triathlon consisted of a 750m swim,
A hand bike race which covered 20km,
And then a wheelchair race for 5km grim:
Joe collapsed on the Rio finish line fen.
But he came sixth, a good Royal Marine,
Stepped on an IED in Helmand in 2008,
Both legs amputated, a chair did him fine,
He’s the only w/c user with UKSCA gait.
He first competed in Ironman UK triathlon,
In 2011, and In the London Paralympics,
He carried the Paralympic Flame icon,
In the opening show, up in the air - antics.
2013 at the ETU Para-triathlon Euros,
In Antalya, Turkey, and Joe won bronze,
2014 and the next ETU, Kitzbühel pose,
And Joe took deserved Austrian bronze.
In Rio back in 2015 at the ITU Worlds,
Joe stole 4th place, and in Penrith 2016,
At more ITU Worlds, Joe’s silver cords,
Were awarded from a 2nd place steam.
In Lisbon at the 2016 ETU Euro Champs,
Joe came home 3rd taking bronze position,
And in French Besançon his bright lamps,
Were bronze lamps again, composition.
A mountain of grounded rock reaching to the skies
A rabbit burying into a whole
A pig building a house of straw
Why, concrete little pig, brick and sweat
A tree, untrimmed and ungainly
Buzzing insects, foaming with diseases and the chance of death
A mound of sand
A sand castle
A poor sign of engineering
Yet fit for a queen
Build straight pathways, not curving halls little ant
Your purpose is there, it s your efficiency that is in question
Take note from the concrete, the velvet and the vibrating
The ironman working the ironworks in the ironmine
Purpose, purpose, purpose
He earns her iron dollar
They raise their iron children
Time rusts their flawed iron hearts
The silver tongued king rules his copper minded people
The golden patience of time rules the silver tongued king
The velvet soft lover wrestles with the friction of passion
The ninety nine year old Nazi is killed for his crimes
The copper minded populace cheers
Some shed fake diamond tears
And we spin our web of lies
Our empire of cobwebs, time formed truths
Threatened by the subtle breeze of our patient host
True diamond patience of Earth
So the philosopher asks
Riddles with himself
Earth hast no purpose but to be
And to be without purpose is not our way
Yet we unfurl our carpet in its chambers of torrents
And build our houses of straw, and build our mountains of steel
And we expect to persevere
So this purposeless world
Moulded of chance and mutation
It sits by, without reasons to impede
It sits by, as time hammers at its walls, a purposeless measure, the ticking of a clock
The clock ticks, yet the batteries have long passed, the maker long dead
Still we build; a raging force in the calm of chaos
The solidarity of this fortress called earth, the permanence of its chaos
Is challenged by a rusty blade
The blade rises against the mountain, no eyes to see the foolishness of its act
Its precise slashes chipping away at the uneven granite
The blade chips, the dead clock ticks
The mountain sits
© Samir Georges 2009
Not quite as thin and nimble being middle-aged,
Jack entered the Ironman contest feeling brave,
trying to jump over the candlestick,
he fell into it doing a split,
with his privates requiring a little first aid,
Then he had to jump over a paddling pool,
he gave a running start as best he could,
falling and doing a big belly flop,
the gigantic wave he caused didn't stop,
the audience all at once looking like a used wet mop,
Then came the ships tall mast,
he ran and ran and jumped as best he can,
falling and landing on the poop deck,
where he landed was appropriate,
because in his pants he had a slight "accident,"
Next thing you know
he had to jump over the planets and stars,
instead he jumped in his car and yelled out,
"Are you people crazy, what do I look like,
an astronaut or a cow!?!
Next morning at all the stores,
there was a snapshot on the nursery rhyme
rag paper of Jack and his sores,
sticking his tongue out and doing a
raspberry to the reporters,
with the caption saying "Jack too old and fat,
winner of contest is now Jack Sprat!"
Invisible
Ah to fly
Like Superman
And save the day once more
Or X-Ray rescue captives
As I laser-melt the door
Perhaps I climb
Tall towers
And swing without a care
Between the skyline scrapers
Catching villains in a snare
Or my muscles flex
In latex
City restoration is the goal;
As I zoom around in vehicles like
Some dark knight of the soul
A metal suit
Protects me
While my heart burns like the sun
With my cape-less banter shielding
Vulnerabilities, every one
The years behind have taught me..
That heroic can be small
No need to spin the planet
Or smash right through the wall
Instead, it is in wisdom;
The timeless gentle start
Of the smile that lights the shadows
On the dark side
Of a heart
No need to be invisible
Why not let your shadow fall
On the desperate, lonely stranger
We start with one
And save them all.
Jinjagoliath
25th June 2022
Thanos wanted to bring
chaos to the world
He thought if he could
wipe out half of everything
it would bring balance
Thor tried to make sure
that Thanos didn’t get
the stone within the
tesseract but Loki
gave it right into his
hands and he snapped
his neck in the process
The Avengers tried every
way possible to keep
Thanos from getting the
Infinity stones
Thanos was always a step
ahead of the game
So many of the Avengers
lost to Thanos when
he snapped his fingers
with the Infinity gauntlet on
For 5 years they were
snapped out of existence
Thanos had gotten what
he wanted but was it
all it was cracked up to be
Thanos hid out on a planet
for 5 years after the snap
Eventually Thor, Ironman, Black Widow
and a few others caught up
With him
The Infinity gauntlet was permanently
fused to his hand and didn’t work
anymore. So Thor decided to cut
Thanos arm to get the gauntlet
so Tony Stark could find a way
to restore it
Then Thor beheaded Thanos.
That was not his end though.
That was not Thanos
end game yet
Am i on my first chance
or will i have another
too young to be old
too old to be cold
Did the evil ever finds its heart
silence terrorises
eyes that blink
just to hide
from reality
In the land of o's and z's
Carroll's Hatter brings the teas
Pan's Freeze
How do villains get a happy ending
if they never try
Heroes spoke with words
that spake thy story true
Inevitability can
but i am ironman
words that shame the angels
and find life without hope
Mikey is an Invictus man,
Gets many medals in archery,
Sporty and keen he continues,
From his previous Army career.
In the Queens Dragoons Guards,
Whilst training he got stuck, fell,
From a rope bridge: broken neck,
Spine, and paralysed from chest.
Help for Heroes helped him live,
He joined the recovery programme,
Several sports took him clean:
Cycling and Ironman triathlons.
But the moment he held a bow,
He knew that archery was his,
To reap with and to sow, build,
To elevate his wins and attempts.
And he was so good at it, supreme,
That HfH asked him to start, set up,
An archery programme for them,
At Phoenix House Recovery Centre.
He took individual bronze, Invictus,
And also team gold. In Holland,
He won a solid individual gold,
And also the team bronze, in 2015.
In Czechoslovak Mikey landed,
The team with a bronze to boast,
And is determined a medal to win,
In Rio, at the Summer Paralympics.
He was born on the 20th of July,
In the year 1975, crude rock days,
And lives in St Martins, Shropshire,
Shooting at Scorton Archery Club.
His name is Cap red white and blue
He took the Super Soldier Serum for me and you
He was four feet tall and 98 pounds
Now when he walks, heros abound
The hulk to his right and Ironman to his left
And to the center is himself with his clef
Don't mess with Captain America, the best is yet to come!
Memoriam of the Great Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel
Who was the first Vice Prime Minister and Home Minister
United each petty kingdom and state and made them dwell
In a single unit, and thus he did administer...
Ironman, he was called, due to his determination.
Kings and kingdoms, like thatched huts of coconut leaves, he shook.
For a united nation, he had no hesitation.
For this, each and every possible means he undertook
We heard, as a barrister, when he was hearing a case
He happened to get a telegram and just kept quiet.
Death of his wife! Yet, as a man in war, he took his place.
Fraternally, he and Neheru tackled each riot.
We had such politicians those days, I'm sorry to say.
We lack such. Is this why we have to go the statue way...?