They are a group of people with special powers,
They are a class of people with unique abilities,
Males and females with human frailties,
They are united in their pursuits.
Called to be defenders,
They stand against their contenders,
Who are unrelenting in staging their rage,
Putting the non-mutants into their cage.
They are a formidable team
Their unique powers beam
into every dark alley and sinister trail,
To expose every villain without fail.
A group founded by one man,
With a vision to teach and train every mutant,
To be justice and peace pursuant,
And to be a force for good.
February 20, 2023.
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest,
Robert James Liguori.
I now understand madness.
It appears to be gladness
A drop of gold hidden underneath blackness.
A greed that feeds a creature deep in
an Abyss.
A bit beneath Anubis.
Passed the succubus and the incubus.
Levels past devils and Judas.
Swim through the blood and mucus.
Beyond the drowned hindus and buddhists.
To the place where pride died.
Where confused students and Confucius mutants lie down In ruin.
Catholic execution and scientific illusion can not construct a conclusion.
They must leave this delusion and believe in just One.
The LORD of lords and KING of kings.
The One who destroyed sin and death on the cross.
Jesus Christ our God.
My passion is the X-Men: Hellfire Gala, The Red Carpet Collection.
This is a collection of cross-over comics celebrating the Hellfire Gala.
The Hellfire Gala is a yearly party where mutants and humans gather in celebration.
There are fourteen stories collected each relative to the Gala.
There's settling of Mars, Fireworks, a murder mystery (Scarlet Witch) and even party crashing (Deadpool).
Captain America even has a chat with Doctor Doom!
Namor tried to be influenced to join the Quiet Council and many other exciting dialogs occurred.
What a great book to own and cherish with so much excitement!
Monday, May 23, 2022
Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
It's a place where love is abound
and mutant cuddling can be found
Oversized flowers function as pods
to 'make more mutants' is given the nod
Nightcrawler took offense more than maybe
even as he was shown a stock full of babies
Oh the pairings flowed like a shower
at this sweet place known as the Bower
O curse of a century
O Calamity of a century,
Enough thieving of precious human life,
Keen we’re to see thy date of expiry.
As plague ye came, hoary thy history,
Unleashing a terror of gravest strife,
O thou curse of this chequered century.
Ye came as flue not any less deadly,
No withered virus, virulent its jibe,
Nor tamed, nowhere seen its life expiry.
Corona as now creepy and scary,
With mutants of many a varied type,
Messenger O of Death from mortuary,
Thought, year twenty had reigned more than plenty,
‘Las, what followed has dug in more than rife,
O Year Twenty-One, when’s thy expiry?
O Tragedy Smidgeon of great fury,
O Crowned Tsar, thy bite sharper than of knife,
Time's ripe to go, hasten but not slowly,
We’re keen to see thy back, better hurry.
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Villanelle |09.04.2021|
Topic: tragedy, calamity
Dr. Robert Neville must take a stand and fight "The Family".
They are a few hundred mutants who operate nocturnally.
Biological warfare has decimated the world's population.
The Family is out to destroy remnants of the old civilization.
These deformed survivors attack Dr. Neville's dwelling each night.
Science and technology are considered culpable for their plight.
A deserted Los Angeles is the battleground for each fight.
If you are wondering how the end of this situation will be,
all you have to do is watch the movie.
Based on the 1971 film "The Omega Man"
I thank imdb.com for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Big Brother drones are watching as predicted
Will only be time before invasion's unrestricted
All of our movements
Controlled by mutants
Mind control by drones will soon be inflicted
Have you heard
Rams and sheep's in a herd;
A human as a shepherd,
But he has to fed his family
like the wolves do,
So whose wrong?...
Life's course so difficult
But we all gotta make it,
Even though we carrying the world;
Backs against backs
A strange war- the battle against self
Family and friends...
For talents and acceptance,
Mutants vs humans
The unknown are the X men,
Using our abilities for
the greater good of humanity,
And the villains created obstacles
For aeons: they had been plotting our ending!
But we unit to shine,
Blasting across the earth's core:
The belly of the beast,
Delivering us....
New born's: emanating light;
Infant beings and infinite in might,
Sending salutes to the stars-
as we reflect light,
humans to celestial
Yes we shine,
From humane to intrusion;
Trespassing through the pinnacle spheres,
Reaching heavenly bodies and planes
Moving forward and exceeding expatiation's,
From earths 360 revolution to humans evolution...
Life's course altered
The gunslinger entered the tiny town of Tull
A town that was cast under his enemy's spell.
First smiles, then lies, last gunfire came,
Then Tull lay dead, in the gunslinger's name.
Through the huge desert, thirsty and sore
Still he kept walking, till he could walk no more.
He came to a way station, water was there.
He drank his fill, with water to spare.
A boy name Jake was waiting for him
Together they chased after Walter O'Dimm.
A handcart, slow mutants, a mountain to climb,
Roland liked Jake in just a short time.
But Ka is a wind, or a very strong breeze;
As Jake said, "There are other worlds than these."
To his death he fell, in the valley far below.
Roland watched him fall and he let the boy go.
Across the mountain, he caught the evil man--
They smoked, they palavered, as enemies can.
The Dark Man showed him things that would be,
The Sailor, The Prisoner, and Lady of Shadows were three.
They talked till the universe was born and reborn
The gunslinger slept for centuries till morn.
D H Loewen
The blame
Was God wrong when he created
You like you and me like me?
Did he have the right, I wonder
For many seem to disagree
Some were born of certain gender
But one day they came to find
That the body they were given
Was not useful to their kind
Others did not feel too happy
About their features or their shape
How they wished for an alteration
Just as long as they could escape
All the sadness and frustration
The embarrassment and shame
None of this is what they wanted
And on God they put the blame
Why did he not take precaution?
Why did he not know and see
That a person flawed and broken
Can not be completely free?
So they start making some changes
Mind you, they will not be judged
Even if they become mutants
Even if they end up botched
In their quest for sheer perfection
Self-acceptance, inner peace
They are fooled by human standards
And this offers no release
And whatever change they’re making
Because the urge to fix was strong
One thing will remain for certain
God our Maker was never wrong.
Wendy Nipas
Stranger things beacon
these young teen agers
when a bald-headed
professor
saw them individually-telekelically
a girl a Marvel girl
she could perform miracles
can read minds nothing can be hidden
from this red head beauty
next,...
a cool tween miss guided a little mean
pick on lonely so he spend his youth
frozen, he couldn't be nice
so he was iced, a Iceman
next...
kinda athletic
sort of pathetic
funny somewhat elongated big hands
big feet
Hank the hairy Beast
next...
a hot head or should I say
He has an EYE
for destruction he had better not look at ya
Cyclops
next last but not endangered
Rich boy at least his parents are
His name he goes by is Angel
The wings on his back, shedding sometimes feathers in his lap
These teens are strange yes
Gathered together being trained in the DANGER ROOM by
Professor X
mutants in kind
Beyond humans my oh my
Together teen mesh
these are
the
XMEN
11/04/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr. POETMAN -->X MAN
the Wedding Singer
the mutants at table nine
never forgotten
JACK'S PIDGEON
Survival
Sustenance
Will make you do crazy things
Angry things
Turf wars for lunch
Sniper missions deployed to
Secure trace crumbs
Seminal tidbits
Feasts strewn in honor of
The scrappy mutants
Known as us
High noon
I rule
With fierce patience
Absolution, focus
Waddling
Tempting my bemused audience
Of patrons I seek
To wrest the tired scraps
The waste piling up after
More satisfying bites
Are snarled, consumed
Mad dash, goes I
They amused, bewildered
Gawking "My gosh, such aggression
I've never seen from a bird"
Well, not a bird
A winged, feathered beast
You've created
Your selfish motives hindering
My flight, my plight
Dreams of us and nothing else
I, now, the scapper seek
Bristled at competing flocks
Fraught, wretched
True to their being
Held at bay by my motherly love
For the land I call home
I'm validated when
Gifts flung my way
Land at my heavenly feet
I pounce on this
Bite-sized reality
Worn salty, peppered
Frayed allegiance
Now inside
Alongside me
Now enthralled in battle
Mine
Until the sun forges
Truth onto another day.
(8/10/05)
Cursing and cutting bleeding and boiling
Undressed and undone...like a microscopic maggot now scorched in the sun
Strung out and strung up
Feasts of flesh...decomposing...devolved...deterioration
Anti-creation
Over the limit and over the line over the counter...my drug is to die
Gold unto giants and silver to swine
Drunk on divine...water to wine...dead end drives that lead to destruction
Evil eyes crying...soon dry...evaporation
Anti-creation
Saints get slaughtered when lambs turn into lions
Cold cash currency...now nobodies buying
Frozen in fires...fiends now frying
From the lost and the living to the dead and the dying
From fears to frustration...anger to annihilation
Anti-creation
Sewer mouth scapegoats are buried and burned by propaganda puppets
Red moon riders ride shooting stars
From the nuclear blaze a bad beast is born
Scarlet is sin...savage is scorn
Ripped and torn
Ravaged and tangled
Mangled by mutants...minions set to start a mass mutilation
Anti-creation
In the night one can lean on its distant plight filled with fright
As a caged barbaric inner longing to ensue its promise
She wore stars in her hair with a promise of hope;
In her longing able bodied spectators would often croon
With her silver spoon a visible reminder to pray
Arabesque often would look the other way too proud
Chances are she will go far in her distant chorus
Able bodied mutants would so often flourish
Out of sadness an inner claim toward madness
In her gladness a flight to appease its balance;
We harbored no bitterness amidst the shadow of dicontent
In the morning brought dew on her aim for intellect
Sweet Arabesque a loving rose that in her arms would capture the beauty of its after glow...
A soul in regards to having her head grow theough its after glow,
She had every right by which to know or for that matter to know
Another page had turned another rubber meets the road
Shades of Pine beat within its timely abode
She sips tea next to the furnace to quench her forbidden sorrows proned in disaster
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