Best Battle Axe Poems
The leopard kills for love
sun burns for souls,
the moon moans for blood
stars frost the steppes,
the fire of your eyes
warms the wastelands,
alone the horse rides
Tree of Life leans to the winds,
the arrow strikes deep
a wound becomes wise,
the griffin sees you sleep
in this dream somebody dies,
lightning hesitates for your heartbeat
the storm doesn't stop for sympathies,
The storm doesn't stop for sympathies
pick up your head and move towards Truth,
permafrost phantoms play for promises
amid the hills of hero's, ancestor's proof,
Kurgan Tombs keeping treasures young
from the Northern Lights to the Pontic Plains,
memories of millenia the Scythians have sung
from Hyperborea to the Pyramids,
with bow and battle axe liberty was earned
empires paid tribute to their valor,
they were the Masters of Eurasia's fortune
their spirit will always seek a new frontier,
the world pulled them away with a modern dawn
only the sun knows where to find the future,
Only the sun knows where to find the future
only the future knows where to find hope's clarity,
We embrace the song of the suffering vulture
rely not on the feed of death's charity,
We venture through the danger
exposed to the ancient elements,
predators prowl with patient hunger
We are prepared to wear the weapons,
Colonizing the wilderness with wisdom
We bring industry and culture,
there is a dance we call the Soul Storm
in which the falcon rides karma's fire,
when the Devil blows war's iron horn
destiny demands that we be the debtor,
J.A.B. 2020
I fell in battle, sword in hand,
Invading someone else’s land.
Then I saw her, and she reached down,
To escort me from the battleground.
I’d let her take me anywhere,
With her winged helmet and braided hair.
She had me stand ‘neath Odin’s throne,
Where each warrior must stand alone.
One-eyed Odin judged me to be
Worthy to serve in his last army….
Daily killed and resurrected--
(Not quite the afterlife expected!)
Samurais taught me to sword-fight.
I learned spear and shield from a Hoplite.
Vikings taught me the battle axe,
And the Persians taught me sneak attacks.
We die each day and then come back,
Always practicing for Ragnorak.
She brings me mead, my Valkyrie,
And sometimes at night she favors me.
Since she’s nearby, it’s just as well--
This isn’t Heaven, but not quite Hell.
We’ll fight and sing to the war drums,
Waiting the day that Ragnorak comes.
(Chorus)
Our days are spent in miseries,
But at night we have the Valkyries.
Riposte and lunge, thrust and parry;
That’s all we do in Odin’s army.
I'm Made of Iron, Hard and Lean
My Name's Well Known, I'm Wicked Mean!
Heads Still Moan from My Crack,
Some Went Under, Upon Their Back;
So if you See Me in a Fight,
Run Like Hell, yea Take Flight!
For Peace and Mercy I Have'nt Concern;
It's Blood I Crave, and Yours I Yearn!
If you fight with fervent heart,
roar of lion from your part,
perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved,
the moon now red with the noon's dead,
in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this rite you were not bred,
many times an oracle told: men from feet made of lead
are mercenaries poorly fed; in countless meadows they have bled,
will they toil loyal,paid by your moldy bread?
So go, my foe of woe,wear the royal robe to toe,
and drink the wine bitter slow,
I am Lord of the sword,a righteous king of the horde,
of many Gods I've implored
to smite this monger to the floor,
not for thirst of the gore
but to have a legend's lore,
to protect a People free with me,before you perish it will be!
The priests posture purely now at the front ranks with faces skyward
petitioning to consecrate,
as the cavalry concentrates hard on their horse's fate
feeling the trumpet's terrible,seething sound,
a wilting wind softly weathers the seasoned infantry's instinct
from gaze to green ground,
while they infer the jarring armor jangle of heavy horsemen,
sufficient to strangle reluctance to prostrate,
a low thunder thumps my ears,my spirit leers across,
limbs like gears I raise my battle axe ahigh,
Tepid tepid rain,from whence you came
not the curving cloud but from the adversary's frame,
the color of the warm rain is the magenta stain
of enemy's brain on my horse's mane,
the Bishop busies as assassin,an orthodox art that has always been,
your Knight is nigh,about to die,
J.A.B. Part Two -
“She’s let me down again Clare Cox” the ‘missus’ fumed about her wayward aid.
Now with the job to do upon her own. For other arrangements have been made.
“You’re helping me today” she pointed “And I don’t want any spiels”.
“Fair go” I replied, “I don’t know nothing, about serving meals on wheels”.
Well I soon learnt I tell you, the wife’s anger soon did heal
When I carried in the soups and sweets. She took in the midday meal.
We propped at all the diner’s homes, where the folks would say g’day.
Most were ‘oldies’ that I rarely saw, but I knew them anyway.
The ‘missus’ ‘neath her breath, gave out a groan “Prepare for this old one.
She’s a flamin’ whingeing ‘battle axe’, which can’t be pleased by anyone,
It doesn’t matter what we do, she will grumble and abuse,
If it’s not about the food we bring, it’s dirt upon our shoes”.
“Who’s that?” I heard sarcastically. The ‘missus’ gave an enforced grin.
“Why Aggie he’s my husband”…“Does he know what he’s doing?
He better not be like Clare Cox, that ‘tart’ tried to choke me”.
Aggie put a plate upon the table that held one solitary pea.
“Look at this!” She pointed, to the shrivelled up hard pea.
“How could anyone eat that, it’s like a rock as you can see”.
I picked the pea up off the plate, rolled it ‘round my mouth a mite.
Gripping the pea between my teeth, I found it way too hard to bite.
“You’re right you know” I grinned at Aggie. Still the scowl wore on her face.
I tied to humour her a bit, when I said, “You have a case,
I’ll take it to a lawyer, he’ll sue the council for your pea”…
“Well don’t forget to say,” she said…“It’s already been through me”.
Up above they shine,
Obliterating darkness by their light-
Ye-king and the jewel.
The warrior and his battle- axe;
Each to other a better half-
Two peas in a pod –
Monumental monolith.
Worthy to sing for the bobby-dazzler:
Scapula that breaks the bow-wow’s jaw,
Oak that blunts sawyer’s axe,
Crocodile that changes waves with tail.
I dare you not, I dare you not YK.
The lion that once dared you;
Its flesh you tampered with wine,
Its skin you made casual sandals,
Its fangs now dangling in the celler.
The light is the jewel,
Radiating gorgeously her blaze;
Beam of light,bevy of beauties.
Peju is the light, she is the beacon;
She is the keel that keeps the ship afloat -
The buoyancy that deters every gravity.
Yeah,Ye-king wears a crown;
Pe-jewel is the shine on it.
10/ 1/16.
For my big brother Yekini Odusanya and his darling wife, ´Peju. I am proud of you
Alfred the Great (born Wantage, 849)
Market place; he stands in isolation.
Known for culinary conflagration,
The object of two vandalous attacks –
How scandalous to steal his battle axe !
He burned the cakes and chased the Danes
But what makes Alfred great ?
At Ashdown with his massive axe and helm
He fought the Danes and drove them from his realm.
A firm believer in education,
In order, justice, administration,
He burned the cakes and chased the Danes
And this made Alfred great.
A naval fleet he set upon the sea
And with Mercian and Welsh diplomacy
His armies, garrisons, forts and palisades
Ensured defence against all future raids.
He burned the cakes and chased the Danes
Isn’t our Alfred, Great ?
Can I get a witness, to make my mind up right
Can I get a spotlight, in the darkest night
Some roads are rolling, there ain't no end in sight
Just like my freedom, the price is never right
Hey someone, pray to someone
Hey someone , pray to someone
Judged by a cover, the gavel will break your back
First day of summer, I'm screaming New York where you at
Need a word of wisdom, to carry this battle axe,
It's always something, I wear it from hell and back
Hey someone, pray to someone
Hey someone, pray to someone
It wasn't long ago you left your soul by the side of the road
Wishing you could find one single ride
Staring like a man with the sun in his eyes
No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes
for us to remove ourselves and personal belonging with vile
lent vitriolic wrath from the day we decamped
within hoity -toity Mainline –
our matted unwelcome would endure for quite a white.
* I * S * I * N * G
With hindsight and accumulative less cloudy fifty shades of gray,
an irrevocable clear er voyance viz summoning forth would lay
an irreconcilable rift (rivaling the Mariana), and constant nay
saying presaged an emotional price to pay
whereat we deterred sale of vintage crystal balls – our stay
purported prevented sale of precious heirlooms – oye vay
in tandem to estate sale divvied up, cuz we whar in the way.
* I * S * I * N * G
Analogous to Little Red Riding Hood, we could not see
blitzkrieg, cannonading, incessant strafe carpet bombing re:
bloody onslaught from the generation of elder vipers que
endured feeling trapped by memorabilia meant nothing to me
* I * S * I * N * G
Warfare found us hunkering down within said tract housing unit,
a fusillade fired off re: porting volleys of character assassination
bombarded this unfortunate civilian clearly implicated to whit
for being a non jewish schlemiel inducing endless economic
denigrating calumniations – fulminating against this “twit”
we decried wicked, vicious, unwarranted abuse would not quit
with no defense against slings and arrows, a plague round
of ceaseless, ferocious, and insidious pilloried that pit
pendulous injustices for each of our **** (emphatic branding
per diem me own scrawny gluteus maximus to git
the hell out – eventually hiring a lawyer with eviction edict!
Getting Off to a Good Start With the New Boss
By Elton Camp
The employee lounge buzzed with news.
After a search, a new boss they did choose
And what gave us all such a big surprise
They had picked a woman to supervise
None of us knew whom they had selected
Nor what sort of changes could be expected
None had seen her. A name was all we had
Didn’t sound too promising: Lucy Felixgrad
I decided that down the hall I’d sneak
At the new boss maybe get a little peek
In the boss’ outer office stood a hot young gal
I figured it’d be smart to make myself her pal
“The boss has brought her secretary along.
With that I see absolutely nothing wrong.
Were you her helper where she used to work?
If so, please warn us if she is just a big jerk.”
“When may we expect the old battle axe to arrive?
To get along with her all of us are going to strive.
And that wouldn’t be a bit hard for us to do
If only she was a sexy young fox like you.”
“Oh, thank you. I have known her all my life.
Of the president of the company, she’s wife.
Sorry, but she will be the worst you ever had.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Lucy Felixgrad.”
THE LORD OF SECOND CHANCE
‘I will give you back years eaten by cankerWORM’
Promises like this are to our heavenly father, a NORM
Ability to honour His words are what make up His FORM
No matter the challenges we face, even in a STORM
Our God is able to turn around our situation, never lukeWARM
He has promised us mansions, even if you stay in a DORM
For many people, problems come with speed of a WIND
They look around for succor, but are unable to FIND
At those times, the promises in the scriptures come to MIND
You lift up your voice to the heavens, then loose and BIND
Folks are succeeding in this world, don’t be left beHIND.
Take up your battle-axe; if it’s blunt, try to GRIND
Though you have wasted time on worthless LEISURE
The Lord has you in mind, do search the SCRIPTURE
But you must be ready to follow Him, not a MIXTURE
His servants keep reminding us of the RAPTURE
The Lord’s coming is not on any calendar or FIXTURE
The call to commitment is greater than any call of NATURE
© Wole Popoola
September 2015
Prepare for a battle with fire. Grab your spear and pick axe and launch your graceful
movements at the flames. Swing till blood swells the ground like a sponge. There is no
punishment for your actions, you are an unstoppable train of murder, doing the job of a
thousand soldiers. The blessing of the lord is set upon you, you destroy with the divine
entity alive in your merciless weapon. Your arms are sore yet feel no pain, your enemy
however hurts like a wounded wolf. But you are a tiger, an animal of vast strength and
might, your battle axe swings with the speed of a cheetah, and your prey is a lonely
mouse, as small as the dust in your ears.
The devil does not hear your cry, for you have done no wrong. The devil cry's himself, for
he is next, he is next to be slaughtered by the majesty of your onslaught. And you will
show the beast no mercy, for he has tortured the souls of your comrades kin since the
beginning of time, and death itself will not stop you on your odyssey for revenge. But
first you must kill everyone and everything before you can touch the fallen angel, and you
do it with blessing, as the souls of the fallen live in paradise, and spread their newly
acquired wings.
I am a treasure
that has no measure
i am bought with a price
therefore no man can trouble
me
i am a pillar
that needs no filler
i am a battle axe
not an axe for battle
those who mock me
wil ask to have my field
mucked
i am bound for the top
not to watch events unfolding
at the top
the nature of man is to pull
me down
but my God has lifted me
i am chosen
not a cast away
God will make me a terror
not to be in horror
in the kingdom of darkness
i shall be a light
to illuminate the dark tunnels
of life
i am a royal priesthood
who will dine with kings
though the devil wisely
foolishly thinks he has won
i know he is a bad loser
the obstacles he has planted
before me
are meant to lead to my lifting
up
when people see me
they will appreciate the glory
of God over my life
the almighty has placed me
above my enemies
i shall not be moved
every hold of sin over my life
that the devil uses as leverage
over my life
has taken away with his
precious blood
God has singled me out
to liberate people from sin
and to be a tormentor and a
terror to the kingdom of
darkness
i am a winner
not a loser
the enemies almost conquered
but the lord was there to pull
me out of the ditch that has
been set for me
the lord is my refuge and my
strength
i am saved
by the saviour himself
O, elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to hear my phone.
O battle axe! O battle axe!
For thy pursuit, my patience lacks.
Through garbage bins in fishing wharves,
Midst arguments with boorish dwarves;
My neighbor’s tree needs forty whacks.
Fine coat of mail, thy filigree
Would sure enhance the likes of me.
So tightly woven, silver, pale
Protect unwanted barbs’ assail
When getting honey from my bees.
Thou mighty blade, enchanted runes
Do grace thy hilt but not those hewn.
Sure, separating sinew, bone,
Ne’er losing edge in dirt or stone,
When Saturday, the hedge I prune.
I think that we can both agree:
When I immerse in D&D,
I get so caught up in the game,
Imagination is to blame;
Sometimes I blur reality.
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RPG - role playing game - I used to play Dungeons and Dragons some 40 years ago when you used dice and mapped everything out on graph paper. I imagine things have changed a bit since then...
I am lifeless,
coldest of the coldest
Sculptures of stone .
An alter lies barren
With my name
No hymns are sung
No flowers adorn
my halls.
Where once you came
And prayed
Asked me for joy
Love, victory .
Great conqueror
Hero of war, you
Came with faith
Washed my feet
Ever so gently
And you prayed
And I gave, wholeheartedly.
Only here, with your head bowed low I have seen you weep.
I blessed your battle axe
I let your tears wash away the blood in your hands graciously.
And ever so softly you said your prayers
with my name .
I was the god of war
And you were the hero,
King, mighty warrior,
But I was the only one
Who saw you at your weakest.
When you cried with your head at my feet I felt your pain.
Truly devoted , you were of faith
But I was the devoted.
Only in your presence was my temple holy
Only in your prayers I learned what faith was.
I wished I could melt,
Stoop down and pray,
cry with you.
Wished to hold you close to my heart of stone.
You went to war
And in some foreign land you fell.
I couldn't protect you there , you were too far away.
And they came for me.
I was never so helpless and alone,
Never so broken .
They stripped me off the gold you had me wear,
Of all the beautiful decorations they stripped me naked.
Left me alone, twisted and broken.
I your deity no longer devine, fell.
O king,
Now you are a flower in some strange land
I am dust,
Lifeless and Grey.
Say one of your prayers son.
Pray to the winds
Perhaps she will take me along and Spread me over your body