Best Marvel Poems
Imbuing the hour with piquant fog
an intricate yet final sway of this arc rises:
How autumn’s skyline reels into weaves
as stars orbit in a basin of clouds naked
within a dome’s mantle glimmering glimmering:
My breath hushes while more dappled
leaves whirl through the blaze of maples, oaks,
that I in this panorama staged
for this exact moment remains a while;
if only to embrace this guileless pageant
which will never return the same way, like now.
For Anthony Slausen's Sky Contest
and Brian's Select H Contest
Rustling blades of ruby float on my front lawn,
gazebo flooded with gold and chartreuse leaves-
I sit at my bay window, in awe I fawn,
Autumn's pure beauty comforts and relieves.
So much more than summertime perceives.
For hope is found in Autumn’s crimson tide,
the summer has ended with no time to spare-
Inviting mother nature as our precious guide,
no other season created could compare.
I bow my head and say a grateful prayer.
Saffron skies float over the rising sun,
the east is full of grand medallion lights-
My daughter jumping in the leaves for fun,
then roasting marshmallows on chilly nights.
Autumnal marvel bestows splendid sights.
September 19, 2019
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
A once vibrant Cosmic marvel turned to dust,
the result of hate, and of ignorance and of lust!
An illusion we have of being the crown of creation,
an illusion that has caused none but devastation!
As our giver of life stands right before our eyes,
we choose to bicker, argue, and fight over gods and over lies!
There are powers far greater than our understanding of gods,
when in truth we may all be wrong, what are the odds?
We are from the Earth and that should be our church,
we are the protectors of life and as such must emerge.
Is nature then, not the apex of amazement and burst of life,
when we so comfortably trade that for money, possessions, and strife.
Creating a twisted mental persistence to compete,
when in the end it will all be imminently absolute.
Nature is my church and my actions my proud religion,
while the opinions others have of that is a mere smidgen.
I am the forest dweller and ambassador for truth,
adding to the spice of life just a tiny dash of vermouth.
A protector, a sailor, a thinker and perhaps even a saint,
be it as it may, my decisions and path are always quaint.
A speeding star or spaceship, no it’s SUPERMAN
Only a bat can tell who knows and sees, but as a caped crusader, one can feel the breeze being BATMAN
The Legend Of Justice, but the dialog being doom
A fight to the finish
But who will be victorious and distinguished
Both knowing good from wrong
A part where Evil doesn’t belong
Saving lives and combating crime for as long
Yet a fight that will go on
Ethnics where credit is due
But what challenger will come through?
The sun has turned completely red
The moon has turned a shaded black
The moment being the attack
But the innocent need to just stand back
Blows into throws
Imaginations drawing conclusions
A fight that might be long
A thought, what Marvel Hero should belong?
A past being a comic book
It was a boy’s look
One Marvel Hero fell
But I won’t tell.
MARVEL 1960s
As I journey into mystery
I come across the tower of shadows
Into the chamber of darkness
I'm found tales to astonish
Hulking and giant men
Sub marina
Involved in tales of supense
Iron men and american Captains
Oh! but strange tales
Doctors and one eye patch wearing --
government men
Women named Millie and Chili
and both of them are modeling
Alien beings silver surfering in the skies
UFO's and nova alien beings from all over
Barbarian conan astonishing tales
Kazar Doctors of doom, ghost riders
Adventures amazing inhumans
Black widow, cloak and dagger
Rawhide kid Sgtof fury howling commandos
Leatherneck raiders and Captain Savage
dun know if ya old enough
or even if you know what I'm talkin bout
Mention titles above of marvel 1960's hero books
who say's this poem has to rryme of even be good
I said mention above titles of old marvel comic texts
And yea I'll even mention "NOT BRAnD ECHH"
MARVEL 1960s
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/23/17
The Marvel of the Peak
There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps,
of the years endured. A separation of
the mind and body, a landlord/tenant
disagreement regarding the use of the
facilities in question. The physical plant
functions well enough, and the tenant,
well, he thinks not at all of the age, the
wear and tear, the creaking staircase,
the rattling, banging pipes. And so the
mind commands the body to go forth,
to push the limits of its worn and tender
joints, to subtly master fate, to surrender
only begrudgingly, to hold life to its name,
and live. Age has not taken my dreams,
nor shall I submit my vision to the
dimming light, nor release my hold
for lack of tighter grip. I will demand
of mind and body that they serve the
spirit that we are and carry high the
banner that is life, the passion that
is love. I will not squander the gift on
a sofa. I will bear the twinge of time’s
torment, adjust to altered gait and
slow ascent, yet still move upward,
ever upward, thrilling always at
the marvel of the peak.
John G. Lawless
In the depths of hellfire, his spirit ablaze,
Johnny Blaze rides out, the Ghost Rider's craze.
His penance, to serve vengeance on the guilty,
Flaming skull, chain whip, his methods filthy.
His roar echoes, through the night,
Burning sinners, till they're out of sight.
A force of reckoning, he leaves no trace,
The Ghost Rider's fury, you can't replace.
Beware his wrath, if you're a wrongdoer,
For he'll leave you, with your soul in the sewer.
A Marvel hero, with a demonic twist,
Ghost Rider's tale, can never be missed.
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
3rd Place
I marvel at the hope found in evolution,
The message of newness everyday;
The ancestry, use of strength, genetics,
The honouring of sex and life’s sway.
The knowledge that behaviour matters,
What I do daily determines my genes,
That I pass on to my children, grandkids,
And influences my relationship scenes.
To take belief out with its fine context,
Is cruel, dangerous and unnecessary,
Makes the body clock jeer at the text,
Introduces a slippy catch, not arbitrary.
I can be made happy by visiting the zoo,
By interacting with monkeys which thrill,
Which save me from my introversion wazoo,
Apes, giraffes, camels with expression fill.
I don’t know if god exists, but am sure not,
So if I talk to him, it’s a different experience,
So I’d rather, if in doubt, when I’m fraught,
Speak to animals who have no diffidence.
Back when I was four or five,
unspeakable was my joy:
admiring rainbowed prisms
in my marble, my treasured toy.
Only in the grownups' world
was a crumpled dollar bill
more treasured than my marble
there glistening on the window sill.
In her ivory tower, she was raised,
A sheltered child, a life of ease,
But Alice's tale, Lorina's heart had seized,
Her mind now set on a different phase.
Married at twenty to a man much too old,
Her life as a trophy wife grew stale,
And so she plotted, her heart gone cold,
Her husband's demise she'd avail.
With her inheritance, she set out to be,
The White Rabbit, a villainous spree,
Robbing fast-food joints, with hi-tech toys,
Spider-Man and Frog-Man, she'd often annoy.
But one day, a Kwikkee Burger spat,
Refusing to serve her breakfast repast,
She beat them up, two cops arrived,
And Judge Elkhart's son, poor Dan, he died
Elkhart sought revenge, in the courtroom,
He shot Dodson, a thundering boom,
A court reporter died, and in the hare came,
Her giant rabbit mech, saving her name.
The Terrible Two, with Walrus by their side,
They caused havoc in Brooklyn, no longer tied,
To clumsy matches with amphibians, they sought,
Vengeance, with the help of the ones they'd caught
But Spider-Man, Leapfrog, and Frog-Man too,
Defeated them, their victory in view,
White Rabbit resurfaced, with new help in tow,
But Mad Hatter and Dormouse were there just for show.
Grizzly and Gibbon stopped her bank heist,
She tried to ransom them, but they didn't bite,
Bombing the city, demanding five billion,
Spider-Man and his team stopped her, just winning.
She fell for Arcade, his deathtrap design,
Kidnapping Wolverine and Black Cat, he'd be fine,
But the heroes they won, leaving Arcade and her,
Abandoned in Savage Land, whining loudly as churr.
Joining Hood's Gang, she fought for more power,
Against Mister Negative, she never did cower,
But dealing in drugs, an effort foiled by M. Jane,
White Rabbit, was defeated once again.
March 22, 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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
Captain America also known as Steve Roger,
Fought numerous battles as the first Avenger.
Once he was a tiny little boy,
Who had a big heart and strong will to bring justice and joy.
Soon he was given the super serum,
And became the symbol of heroism.
Once he was frozen in the ice,
For the complete 66 years with no choice.
Yet, He fought the evil with all his will,
Like Hydra, Thanos and even Red Skull.
He always carried his shield that has a star,
Made out of Vibranium gifted by Mr. Stark.
Never knew Cap could even age a day,
But he comes back all old and gray.
After placing the infinity stones back to their place,
He gives his shield to his friend Sam with grace.
And now he lives a normal life,
After marrying his beloved wife.
Written May 24, 2022
5th Place
in Captain America Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Liguori.
Marvel
Mercy
Marvel
We've Sold our Souls to Devils
Watch and See
What the Damage Will Be
Marvel
Mercy
Marvel
Those that Produce
Viewed as the Golden Goose
See Your Eggs Disengage
with this Gang that's on the loose !
Can You Afford those Underwear?
Watch How Your Feathers
They'll Daily Pluck'
Cause they Worship The Almighty Buck!
Marvel
Mercy
Marvel
Copyright McCuen 2009
I don't know when it happened,
But on that day it changed everything.
I realized I had hours missing.
I woke up in the morning and,
I have bruise's and cuts over my body.
I don't remember anything that happened.
I went into spy alert.
I had to find out what was happened.
I had strange thoughts and ideas,
That didn't make sense,
Nothing seem to fit.
So I set the alarm and went to bed.
I awake in the morning,
Relieved the alarm is still set,
Yet, more bruises and a deep cut.
I rewind the camera.
I just stare into the camera,
Not believing anything that I'm seeing.
Then in a lightning flash,
I am in a shiny suit as I see a man,
Who stands before me.
Sergeant Marvel, Are you ready?
Your mother is waiting.
I fall on the bed sitting unable to speak.
I continue staring as I see,
Myself and this man disappear.
I start yelling " Was someone,
Gonna tell me, I have a Mother and,
I'm the daughter of Captain Marvel."
She appears in front of me,
With tears in her eyes,
She tells me I wanted to protect.
This is why we're training you.
I could not lose you, Cassie.
I run into my Mom's arms , crying.
I'll never let you go, Cassie.
I will protect you until your ready.
I
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!
II
When the world is too much with us
He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ
III
Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake
IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing