Best Freya Poems

Glorious sunny days of late 
such warmth and so inviting
buds burst into flower 
every minute of every hour
say goodbye to winter gloom 
cold and dismal...

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The house was full
Of Gods and deities
The curtain call was soon
The water vasos were poured
And became the finest of wines
The bread multiplied
The baker you see
Was...

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I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess 
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend 
At my...

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My vision this is Freya in her house;
a pastoral tranquility the sound
surrounding pretty Freya and her spouse.
A gentle cloud, she floats around and round,
moves room...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to...

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Innocence of a newborn baby remains just that. 
The time of beginnings turned into an ending of 
sorrow and reminders of a lost soul. In...

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I am Lilizzi, or the spirit of fire, I am the pure essence of the flame itself,
all fear and adore me. Does not every star...

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Freya, Maria, Gaia, Sofia
Isis, Astarte
Kali and Parvati

Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night

With demanding love
And no expectation 
But to see Her

They...

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Ooooh wow...a nice classy fortified wine dressed in a milky white dress. Shimmering for all to see. Injest not the erosive clatter of a purple...

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Extraordinary,
how your downy eyes seek me,
new eyes, wrapped up in 
foreign security and the surreal.
I am doubtful of my ability
but blessed as I confirm your...

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Hip hip hurray it’s our Christmas soirée
With Georgia and Mark and Hugh and Ray
This is the only time we meet
To kiss and hug and meet...

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Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope

Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in...

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Freya Mathews
speaks for panpsychic consciousness
as our destiny for WinWin cooperative healthy wealth

Where Mr. D Holmgren
might landscape with growing permacultural consciousness,
also for achieving revolutionary healthy seasons
slow-growing...

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Disconnected feelings
to protect my heart
I read your text messages 
you have quite an art

Trying to play it cool
to keep things disconnected
But here you come my...

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Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle).


Ive loved you,
from the very first second I saw you,
you are my beautiful first born.
So the...

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