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I feel the need to say a real loud poem,
A poem full of WAILS!! HOWLS!! and YELPS!!
It doesn’t need to be about anything at all,
But if it is then I guess that that helps.
AAAARR!! Now that feels better,
BOOM!! THRASH!! BAP!! WHAM!! and BAM!!!
Just like in the comics of old there’s a VRAP!! SMACK!! ZAP!!
Then a CRUNCH!! and a BIFF!! and a SLAM!!
Actually, in the comics of old, it was profoundly loud,
With all the yelling and fighting.
Those words were in yellow, in bright red shiny stars.
It was all so thrillingly exciting.
With a KABOOM!! and a THUD!! the hero saved the damsel.
Then a POP!! and a sudden KABANG!!
The hero was muscle bound, long hair and strong jaw.
Always one man against a whole gang.
Imagine writing poems where words can be invented,
Just block letters with two exclamations.
BONK!! or WHACK!! followed by WHUMF!! or PHOOMPH!!
Even your words are your own creations.
Written 19th march 2016 but never for any contest..... Till now :)
(Human Written)
Manti is a human mutate in comics
member of Avengers . . . and the Guardians of the Galaxy
a female fatale who becomes Celestial Madonna
she is also known as Willow and Lorelei
Mandy Celestine, and the
Celestial Madonna . . .
~ when asked about herself
she reveals nothing but her birth place
saying that she is half Vietnamese
and half German ~
in childhood she excels at martial arts
as an adulthood she is mind-wiped
and sent into the world for experience . . .
working in a bar as a sex worker and barmaid
she meets Swordman . . . member of the Avengers
~ she follows him to join the Avengers
and has many adventures, battles and lovers overtime
neglecting Swordman who helped her ~
she gives birth to a son
but I do not know who is the father
though she is forced to give him up
Mantis searches for him
all over the earth and other universes . . .
a mother will never give up . . . soon he is an adult
in a battle she explodes into fragments . . .
~ Mantis had a complicated existence
her abilities were great, regenerative healing, energy projection
astral projection, martial arts expert . . . and empathy
. . . and I imagine may other abilities
not sure why she turned green
Free Verse/Mantis as the Celestial Madonna
Copyright, ID 05-1822-853-12-26
All Rights, Constance La France
Plagiarism Prohibited.
When we were kids we used to climb trees,
Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees.
We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies,
But what you said next made me shudder inside.
You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade,
With mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade.
We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys;
Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys.
As we sat with our wine and thought of the past,
Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast.
You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show,
I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know.
As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me
I try to figure out the way that you see.
How do I tell you, will you understand?
An off hand remark, burns inside like a brand.
An attractive young woman of pale skin and dark flowing hair,
She wears a silver ankh on a chain, has an eye Horus tattoo;
Sister of Destiny, Dream, Destruction, Despair and Delirium,
Death.
Meets you at birth and at death, twice in life,
She loves her job as guide to another existence;
Meeting the recently departed with her divine touch,
Death has power, agility, cosmic awareness, intellect.
A shape shifter, immortal, magical fictional comic character,
Appearing in 173 comic book series with other super heroes;
DC Comics wrote her character to be nurturing, warm and caring,
She is Lord and personification of death and life.
_____________________
May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Bio/''Death'' of the Endless
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-542-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La france
Death is the second eldest of the Endless comic book family
Written for the Premier contest, Comic Book Character,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 2015
Fifth Place
HE REMINDS ME
(edited)
He reminds me back when I was thirty-one and he was thirty
Acquainted with him in the mid-month of humid February
He reminds me of fresh boiled tea, roti and chick pea
And the ceiling fan he took snaps for streak's continuity.
He reminds me of Japanese comics and series of anime
He read and watch them almost everyday
He reminds me of cricket, football and all the games he play
And the time when he sang Aurora's runaway.
He reminds me of streams, mountains and valley
Showed me pics and clips of the northernmost India's beauty
He reminds me whenever there's an outage of electricity
Shared struggles of life's complexity.
He reminds me that what keeps us going are money and responsibility
And we should be contented with it and just be happy.
He reminds me whenever I feel sleepy
Like him, I once was dependent on melatonin gummy.
He reminds me of his yellow-striped collared tee
How it hugged and clung his body perfectly
He reminds me of his jaw and chin so beard-y
How I wish I could caress them tenderly.
He reminds me now with everything I see
Darks were replaced with fresh, new memory
He reminds me even in the pettiest and in the smallest way
But those were just borrowed time, unfortunately.
Today, traveling towards my home,
With a reserved seat, twenty-one.
Brought some snacks of my own,
Seated and waiting for bus to run.
Driver was on time not as several,
And bus starts and journey begins.
Somehow reached the city central,
Blessed that the traffic was clean.
Out of the city, and peaks start,
Wholesome listing to K.K.'s music.
For real roads connect with the heart,
Felt like I am travelling from comics.
Ten hours long roads attach me,
Neither bus nor the people care,
I slowly bind with roadside trees,
Only and only the bond I share.
Is there any world beyond skies?
Who cares! Chilling out with friends!
Many queries fixed in thus fly,
But problematic days never end.
"Reading comics can take you to a happy place, so one can be a lot less misanthropic" by Poet
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
often, I feel lost and forgotten
sinking in an ocean of pain unspoken
been banned, shunned and stabbed by life's daggers
this has left my soul in tatters
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I'm no Hellboy just a guy with a broken heart
being hunted by rabid sharks that dart
but, I do no harm to anyone, I'm a good guy
this hunting is wrong and I ask why, why
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I like this life as an outsider and will be this until I die
because it's been a wild journey that I ride
I spend time reading comics of my hero Moon Knight
he soothes and calms me from fear and fright
don't judge me by what others say
not a saint, not a sinner just a guy trying each day
I have always been an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I have always been an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
The Seed—a Fiction Narrative Verse by James E. Lee Sr a Alexander Chee ASSIGNMENT
The situation is a fond memory;
More precise a fallacy;
I’m always…
Wasn’t all that aware
Nor, did I care
Family members most
Saw that I was an oddity
Around the teen years
Didn’t partake of alcohol, drugs nor marijuana
I thought not myself handsome
Wasn’t a athlete
Wasn’t a super-nerd, but was nerdy
Back when the biggest job going for the black-man was packing house, custodian, or construction
Minimum wage was $1.65 an hour
Gasoline only 25 cents a gallon
A quiet voice
Quiet touch
A soft-quiet leader of such
Collector of comics (only) Marvel™
Collector of records and albums (mainly) Motown™
Self-proclaim expert on both fronts
Some out-of- town cousin as we were children stole some comics (got them back)
All my female cousin looked to me for the music stats
Didn’t have to be rich and if you were poor or middle income
One could (at least I did) afford the purchasing of the entire Marvel comic runs back in the 1960’s and 70’s
My father though it troubling
But he thought now that I found out later in life, he was alright
Because I wasn’t out there stealing and robbing
All my allowance and most of my teen job monies went to Comics, Records Arts and crafts
But in the day when comics were 12, 15, 25 cents
And 45’s and LP’s were 99 cents and $1.99/$3.99
If collect-ability were a billion dollars then I guess I’m the richest man in Omaha
If the knowledge I glean from all those comics stats were a Jeopardy championship game
Then I’d be the son of Stan Lee (His real name was Stanley Lieber thought)
Self-proclaim expert on both fronts
Marvel Comics™ and Motown Records™
I think if I could live my life again, I’d do the same (all over)
But if I’d were birth in this decade with the cost of things now… Maybe not???
OH!!!! YEAH I WOULD
lol ;)
For you see in creativity one needs to start with
The Seed
9/3/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for Project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
Poetry: assignment The Seed:Alexander Chee
Deep in his heart had urgent need to go just one last time,
To place where he grew up; would childhood memories rebound?
Went with fear and misgivings; was he wise or asinine?
Step after step, he strolled over boyhood holy ground.
His old home place caved in; slowly declining to dust.
Gone forever the barnyard, where country kids had a blast.
The old barn had fallen down; tin roof was going to rust.
Rural glory censored; now archived in the past.
Old outhouse lay shambles as he passed it on the path.
Priceless memories of his childhood flashed through his mind.
There he would hide out, read comics, and have a million laughs,
In the ole two-hole potty, the one-half bath of its time.
Quite amused, he recalled, when one was installed,
Inside the house; a porcelain potty, shiny and clean!
Could use paper off a roll; not tear leaf from catalog!
Thought of whole house smelling of exotic soaps and chlorine.
Went down a lane where ‘bacco’ was cured in old log barn.
Thoughts of days running at leisure through the tall longleaf pines,
School breaks, church picnics, flirting with girls, fishing in a pond,
Family reunions, grandma’s house, all these ran though his mind.
The fields were lush and green; farmers co-ops now the regime.
Small farmer could not compete with “Goliath” of the day.
End of humble rural everyday life had not been foreseen.
A titan enterprise took his utopia away.
Thoughts of yesteryear began to give way to those of today,
Dealt with facts of the present; rightly the best prescription.
Would not dwell on good ole days; that would merely delay,
Healing of grief for spent past; stay future’s key redemption.
Went away with a pining heart, a woeful mood within,
Recalling a time rich for a boy raised on the farm,
Loving the good land, his family, neighbors and dear friends,
Wishing each child understood farmland’s magnificent charm.
Where are the Heroes
That kid's want to meet
Not in the pages of comics
But live here on our street's
Who is going to ignite
The kinks and the bends
Where danger extends
Along these trampled street's of woe
Into the afterglow of childhood dreams
Where god only knows
The boundaries and rule's
Or the form of tool's that will be used
On the tinder steps of those who power
Our working pay and weekly hour's
Of mass taxation and exploitan
Built upon chemical sedation
As we live to support our medication
If this is what we are meant
To base our every working cent
Then what's the point of taking part
In an ever increasing
Waste of time
Life is to short for backward thinking
And the overriding feeling
Of waking up
To a life without reason