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Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
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March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
I miss those days when my lips really smilled
Eyes were sparkling and words didnt lied
The moment i woke and brushed my teeth
Ticking clock didnt worry me for my punch time sheet
Breakfast served was to fill my heart and not my tummy
Now i miss the magic from hands of my mummy
Worries of work loads were nowhere to be seen
Few blank pages of homeworks was all the worries there have been
Now i feel tierd of waking from sleep
But alarm clock rings like hunters wheep
Friends now discuss work and people
Lost all talks of childhood those were ambitious yet simple
Now smile wore on lips is all faked
Logic are been found in the jokes been cracked
Ticking of clock marks hours of lunch or work
At the end of year i wait for hikes and perk
Birthday wishes now come as reminders on facebook wall
And friends never remembers to wish me well on call
Presents that once overfilled my little heart with joy
Now sometimes come from dear once in hands of delivery boy
Weeks and months fills boredom in year
Dreams now a days are filled with worries and fear
Lost are stories of inspiring superheroes
Those are replaced with conspiracies of back ers
Pleasent those memories grew between pages and tiffin boxes
Left only to strengthen my soul between heeds of corporate foxes
Bonds of life long brotherhood those once were sworn
Could it remain simply there whole life long
Dreams and ambitions that left our eyes with glitter
Lost them on the ups and downs of corporate coster
Vacations that braught fun time whole day
Whether be it rain or burning heat of may
Nights those bought sound and sweet sleep
Have now counted millions of imaginary sheep
Now booze fails to fade thoughts that make me worry
Those once stories of magic wond Simply burry
Now i am all grown that once i imagined i would
But i do really miss my all gone days of childhood
Where every day new sun shone the cloud
Score of cricket when made teams proud
Once so young and care free was i
With the age mirror would reveal the wrinkles and scars
Would i be able to live the same days once more
The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings,
breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that, nay,
spilled china of eddied creamed joys and demitasse gooey treats,
BEHOLD the phoenix rises to a full exalting measure,
neath a lunar ecliptic mystic hypnotic apathy,
upon a peacock's crown whose spread out azure-chartreuse wings,
adorns unsnared midst manes of an unbridled vehement trot,
ONWARD it leaped a skipped array of a vivid rainbow's path,
of free glides during its phases of warm air in a chilled sky,
as it spread o'er vast terrains of dale and vale of culled greens,
tethered to tawny treasures of teemed lives infinite mirth wants,
BEHEST of Cherubs advent of endless stars braving her crown,
on their sailed galleons of whimsical twinkling vigilance,
seducing a flock of blithe bleating lambs a respectful ride,
on fluffed souls, nursing meek minions to ripple a fair surge,
CHANNELS a righteous domain free of a distant storm,
pushed by the lashes of sunbeams citrus lemony whips,
that ade stirred mouth fulls of dryness seeking quenching,
gouging the top echelon of expecting lips full measure,
ADHERED to heart pulsates that steady the gauge of innocence,
unique mild credulity cushioned amongst penitent palms,
and tinseled charm of enamored superheroes noble acts,
save the divine a full accounting listing each wonder,
CLUSTERS of mirrors enlightened volumes of a sojourned quest
of luminous unconsciousness prominent in such a phase,
the inner realm expanse that dwells in hallowed gifted slumber,
all grouped banking muses within the treasury of their mind,
ALL delicately locked by the key master . . .
. . . their fortuitous magnitude of eyelids.
2020 February 05
I'm a speech punk; kind of a menace
Not sure if the word is permissible in these parts
But that's the word I need, life's a furnace
So flush that. Gosh, you leave me no choice
I'm trying to speak, hear my voice in the whisper
Through the walls of disparaging noise
This is the true genesis of your lyrical nemesis
Within the lofty walls of these subliminal premises
So join me in these choruses
If you are tired of all those empty promises
I know some will hold on to being cynical
And insist that so and so is not tyrannical
On the offensive, trying to sound authentic
I’m getting tired of these old nonverbal diatribes
Untried ideological theories from war times
Self-proclaimed superheroes asking for more time
Descending heavily on dissenters
I find it interesting. You insist on destruction
But cry foul over the consequential sanctions
Questions leading to more questions
Your overarching approach is nonsensical
You're overreaching, overreacting
Flashing knives and talking peace treaties
I choose reason, so I'll be philosophical
Through and through until people know the truth
I'll show you who is master in this class
Through the looking glass, looking straight ahead
Hard forehead set against their hardcore hearts
Delicate apples of eyes rolling upon these surfaces
Don't forget light shines in the darkness
These are obviously obnoxious princes of madness
Gospel hardened bumpkins, hard of hearing
Pluck off their ear muffs and remove the earplugs
I don't know, it's the starkness
Of their skewed vision and aversion to reality
Posing, for whatever reason, as minimalists
And all of us losers attempting to look strong
Strolling roughshod on dog dump filled terrain
They say without travail there are no babies
So, I'm caught barefoot in this hell of a place
No name, upstart among folks with no faces
Clasping hands holding back nervous chuckles
Upon the sight of my adversaries' bleeding knuckles
Section such and such paragraph this and that
Yeah, voiceless man quoting verses
Telling the man with the pitchfork to get lost
The road may seem tough right now like an endless uphill climb.
And you may feel that all lifes struggles is one big waste of time.
Everyone around you seems happy and not stressed
Yet each and everyday you can’t help but feel more depressed.
Even though the sun may shine and the day is really bright
All you see is dark clouds looming with only moonless nights.
Looking all around, you see people who pretend to care
And when you wana speak it feels like they wish they weren’t there.
You build up hate and anger and get frustrated with everyone around
You isolate yourself from the world and in your own sorrows you begin to drown.
You feel like you are all alone and there’s nobody that you can rely on
It seems like another endless battle that just can’t be won.
You feel like giving up and so start losing all your faith.
Wishing that your life would somehow end without the entire wait.
This is where you have to believe and restore faith in yourself again
And realize you are not alone, there are many who will help ease the pain.
I know you’ll find it hard to believe that what I’m saying is true
But when the dark clouds break away, the sun will shine right through.
They will make that up hill climb easier for you to take
and then u will find a smooth road that will cause you no more heartache.
They will be there to hug you tight and listen to all you have to say
Even if you don’t wana speak, they will by your side each day.
You don’t have to be alone or pretend that you’re okay.
They can see your fears and help to end the feeling of dismay.
They will never let you go through another difficult path.
But should you cross that way again, they’ll carry you from the start.
So my dear friend, whenever you feel really down.
Remember you have people here to help you keep strong.
They are no superheroes or have powers of any sort.
But they are just ordinary people, who will be here to always support.
They are people who genuinely care and will bring those tears to an end.
Sent with love from God above, they are Angels in the form of Friends….
A team of adventurers? A group of friends?
They are a family and that will never change.
Hurtling through space on a mission on the Marvel I spaceship, Reed his buddy Ben along with Reed’s girlfriend Sue and her brother Johnny, were accidentally exposed to cosmic radiation, and each gained remarkable superhuman powers.
The FF as they became known, The Fantastic Four became some of their world’s greatest Superheroes.
The group have had many adventures together exploring new realms of the universe and become protectors stopping villains and other threats.
They are Mister Fantastic, The Thing, The Invisible Girl and The Human Torch and will always be the ‘F.F.’
My favorite of their adventures that I remember is when Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl. He takes her hostage, and as ransom he makes the FF go back in time to steal magic treasure using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the Blackbeard’s enchanted treasure Doctor Doom tells them that he will use the treasure to conquer the world and rule it in peace. The others don’t believe him, so Mr. Fantastic tricks him by swapping the real treasure with cheap chains. Dr. Doom then joins forces with the Sub-Mariner, who puts a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. Dr. Doom uses this magnet to pull him and the Fantastic Four with the building into space.
The Sub Mariner tries to get rid of them so they can’t stop him taking control of the world’s leaders and brings the building back to its rightful position on earth. Dr. Doom is stranded in space on an asteroid. He comes back to earth and there is a lot of switching of minds via berry juice and hallucinogenic juices (Probably LSD and Galactic Shrooms) and Dr. Doom eventually leaves the Fan Four in peace (for now) to go on with other wild adventures, because he mistakenly thinks he had killed Mr. Fantastic, with his superiority. Dr. Doom is a cool character in the Marvel Comics, and the Fantastic Four are all cool Superheroes.
Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes;
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!
There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though both, for human life, are like vehicles and their wheel;
As savior of the victim drowning, the reel hero acts,
Real hero saves the drowning and protects moral pacts...!
Superhero is a bolt; millions of armies in one;
Police, thieves, engineers, doctors... all into a stern-gun;
Phoenix Jones was Good-Samaritan in fantasy form,
Doing good to the troubled, was his genuine norm...!
Benjamin John Francis Fodor (less known), born in Texas,
Witnessed vandalism involving cool criminal nexus;
Common public, to crimes, like buffaloes, stood feeling-less,
They witnessed incidents; did nothing; stood as though helpless...!
Son's legs sliced; car broken; neither for his nor his son's sins;
Friend assaulted; he found his surroundings once again in ruins;
Trying desperately to reach the safe-guarders of law,
Left looted, found a mask fall on him filling him with awe...!
It's with this mask he took his new birth into Phoenix Jones,
Designed appealing outfits that suited his skin and bones;
Prowled around like a lion, breaking, cracking and thrashing,
Harming the criminals; not the innocent kids splashing...!
He patrolled in streets of Seattle voluntarily,
Destroyed criminals, like lion or tiger, merrily;
Fed the hungry; clothed the naked; sheltered the shelter-less,
He wished the entire humanity to grow fetter-less...!
His actions, (full of good intentions) inspired young and old,
To the Superhero Movement many their names enrolled;
Thanatos, Nyx... many such real life heroes stood still,
Taking oath to clean the society, of its evil...!
14 August 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
You returned sooner than we expected and you were never sluggish
Same Mike we knew but these episodes kept happening
I remember one day you told us strongly that you were going to be fine
You said you had superpowers, your cells were mutated and the bad weather was your weakness
Just as kryptonite was to superman and yellow was to Green Lantern
At that moment we all wished super heroes never had weaknesses.
I sit here on your birthday eighteen years later thinking about where you could be now
At least now I understand what you were going through
After all you beat all the superheroes by inheriting mutant cells and your superpowers
You never had them by accident and you fought your way through your weakness
We all never realized that Aunt Martha’s boring math class was the last we sat next to each other
I never accepted that I wasn’t going to see you again
I believed you went to fight a war to save humanity and in that you sacrificed yourself
I know you perished as a hero Mike.
Now I know you fought a war against yourself
You fought against those tiny sickle shaped enemies who combine to inflict pain
Yet you fought hard through the pain, temperature change and every bad weather
You were strong because you fought against many of them in your veins
How I wish I could have fought alongside you.
You were the big dreamer Mike and though you struggled.
You gave us hope to move on and to be superheroes in our own right
To draw strength from our weakness and pray to God our sidekick
With all I am now, I draw my inspiration from you for how strong you were
And how proud I am of you now that I fully understand your condition
Now that I have the power to save lives you are nowhere to be found
As the word of our favorite vacation song sang
“When you miss my smile just look at the stars in the sky and know I’m thinking about you too”
And that’s exactly what I will do till I see you again.
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
Stood on the roof of the Empire State
Two American men and their new English mate
It’s true that a bourbon or two had been had
Perhaps that’s what made them all act a bit mad
The Englishman, clearly, had drunk a bit more
His friends shared a secret which made them guffaw
One asked their English friend if he had heard
That bourbon allows you to fly like a bird
The Englishman grinned. ‘I’m not falling for that,
If I tried to fly I would fall and go splat!’
So one of his mates jumped right down to the street
Bounced all the way up to land back on his feet
‘My, that’s amazing,’ the Englishman said,
‘If I had done that I would be a bit dead.’
‘Nonsense,’ the other American said,
‘If you won’t do it, I’ll do it instead.’
True to his word he jumped down to the street
Bounced all the way up to land back on his feet
The Englishmen gasped. ‘I can’t believe that
You jumped off the roof but you didn’t go splat.’
So both the Americans said he was scared
And after a while the Englishman dared
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I think I could do that.’
He jumped and smashed into the ground with a splat
They gazed at the gory result of their plan
And Spiderman said, ‘That was mean, Superman.’
***
Secretly watching from behind a tree
He thought to himself ‘They could never kill me.’
For they hadn’t known his identity.
Or that the ‘splat’ was ground beef for his tea
He hadn’t harboured malicious intent
When he had adopted an English accent
But in their ‘day wear’ he still knew what it meant
When young Peter Parker said, ‘Meet Mr Kent.’
It was nice to see that the graveyard was stuffed
He grinned to see Spidey and Superman cuffed
Soon he'd step out for his mourners to see
For now, Batman giggled hysterically
6 September 2022
For contest: superheroes or Supervillains
Sponsor: Robert James Liguory