Best Odin Poems
Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men and immortals alike
The mother of wolves, my lovely consort
Sigyn my love,ever loyal and in morning
Has resigned herself to the fate of her wyrd
She too burns for revenge against the aesir
For you have transformed one son into a wolf
Only to have him kill his brother Nari
Then to transform poor vali back
Then to despair over his brother's entrails
And to commit an agonizing death
For what crime did my sons do,
Lord Odin as you proclaim yourself judge
Jury and executioner
And for what wrongs did my children
Jorgamundr, Hel, and Fenrir do
They were but kids when you had them
Imprisoned for Half Fashioned prophecies that
were made by three old wise women,
Have they not had their intuitions
misinterpreted before…..
So my children pay for my mistakes
You aesir who claim to be fair
Is this the famed fairness of the aesir
The destruction of my family
Driving us apart
I think that hardly righteous or fair
The Vikings were fearless seafarers
~ Their aim was, assaults and battle
... steal, rap and kill
On the mighty castle of Åsgard
~ It was Odin who is ruled
... and everyone knew it
Someone had heard that Vallhall was the kingdom of death
~ Was it really true that Valhall had a roof made of silver ?
Many chose the road to Odin's Hall
"Heaven bridge between the world of God
... and humanity in Norse mythology"
15/01/2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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On a Snow Full Moon
I walk the Path of Odin
Like an initiate I wear only a white robe
On a Snow Full Moon
I walk the Path of Odin
I am sacrificed
I walk through the city streets
followed by two attendants
two older Greek women in black
In my hands
I carry two red roses
they are frozen from the cold
But they lay dormant
in my hands
One rose is life
One rose is wisdom
The roses are the symbol of new life to come
in the Spring
I walked pass many people in a square
they are concordant off behind police barricades
Its the death of small child
Men remove her silver black coffin from a car
I refuse to look directly
But my inner knowing
said a small girl has died
I thought to add the two roses
to the funeral cortege
But I hold on to them
The small girl who died
is my own death
The death of my inner self-ego
the sacrifice of walking Odin's path
When I reach the end of the path
I am confronted by women and men
in apartment block
I share what little food I had with them
from my journey
I could feel the presence of a presence in the room
but no one spoke of it
But then something began to move inside of my body
Inside my right hand smaller objects started to move around
Impressions of words and symbols and images
And the words: ODIN IS ODIN
I ask a man did he know about Odin's spirit being here
He said that he protects us and
he ran away to report the news to a friend that I felt Odin
Then I rubbed both of my hands together
and Odin's spirit moved around in both of my hands
I shouted out with joy
I shouted out in laughter
ODIN IS ODIN
My ode to Odin:
Hanging in Yggdrasil,
Neither in sky, nor on Earth.
For nine nights and nine days,
Without mead or a meal.
A self-inflicted spear wound,
As I sacrificed myself to myself.
I watched my blood flowing to the ground,
With my blood creating the runes,
As their wisdom entered my bones.
A Seidr I became to enhance my gain.
Ever since that moment…
I will never be the same.
loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power
Then even my own, Tyrs and Heimdalls combined,
greedier than ravens, you sought ever more;
that's why we tied you,torso, legs and arms
In your own sons entrails for blood runs thicker than water."
loki:
"Was in nine realms no room for a trickster lord
Was there no realm that you could offer, i who existed even before you?
Of choice you bereft me to change my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr and Odin Wotan most of all,
For you swore by your blood to protect and care for me when no other wouldst
You who ´d fed me and cared like a father for me
The most cursed of primordials i was.
"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.
"Eternity ´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger for revenge they´ll hardly suffice."
The nine worlds the aesir and vanir cherish shall fall to end my enmity
Odin:
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I ´ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
Fascism`s lack of Sanity
They are called Odin`s soldiers
And dress partly alike,
Leather jackets
Short cropped hair
And with an angry, righteous
Expression in white, round faces.
They claim to protect women
But they are just fascist who hates
People not like them.
For people from Syria or elsewhere
Who fled for their life
And often saw their loved ones drown,
Only came to the frozen north
As a last resort.
What people of Scandinavia need is
Intermarriage
To save them from dying drunk in
the snow.
I am in Hell’ my dear father
And we cannot be together
You’ll not give me last advice
You’ll not back me paradise.
I was killed by crafty Loki
In Death garden I am walking
Cry my mother cry my wife
Mistletoe has taken life.
I’m still waiting Resurrection
I have tired of disconnection
I am god of human spring,
But I’m running on the ring.
Loki shouts revenge is near
Poison touched his face like fear
Suffering rivers merged in lake,
But I cannot thank that snake.
I’m in Hell I’m dead I’m walking
In Death garden. Odin! Loki!
I’ll arise from ancient GLOOM
Can you hear the Day of Doom?
Loki:Short is your victory: for fenris, my son,
will rip your jaws and rule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we've waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
My child hela,shall lead an army of the dead against thee
to which all the einherjar shall die or flee
And freyr to fall by fiery Surtr’s hand
Done in by own sword
Summers blade,
which shall make my son's freedom reality.
My children the aesir have wronged most of all
My daughter hela queen of the despairing dead
Banished to the forgotten realm with an accursed title
Ere the prophecy comes to fruition
That she would lead an army against the mighty aesir
And quite justfully so.
And my son fenrir whom you imprisoned for childish games
And little destructions of a child
You odin destroyed him made him what he is
That is why he is your doom
And why my dragon son jorgamundr
Will kill your son in turn thor
Though my sons death will occur
You odin in your hubris made this to be
You claim to see the fates of men and god
Yet it is by your actions you brought this to be
Ragnarøkkr that great Twilight of the Gods.
Odin:
Well i know my fate and I have accepted it.
But have you accepted your death Child of Laufey?
And the death of your loves and kin.
What of sigyn and Angrboda
Will you let them suffer your curse as well
The sorrows that have sprung up because of this curse
Are great and multiple.
Odin:
The crimes of the father
Reach out to the son you yourself has agreed to that
Old as you are.
Loki:
Then you Odin are truly cursed
Even more so than me
And I had never agreed to that when it came
To any of the aesir, vanir or jotun.
Unless we were in a time of war.
And Thor and Vidar will inherit
The burden of those transgressions
Soon I shall be free Odin and when I am
The worlds will tremble and burn with my wrath
For the deaths of my children
From the betrayal of the aesir and vanir
Against the clans of Laufey and Farbauti and Muspelheim
For you odin and tyr for imprisoning me
Hast made an enemy of their king,Surtr.
And the ship of nails, will be the first sign odin
When the ship is spotted on the sea free of its mooring, my Chains will break
At the same time the fetters of my son fenrir shall shatter.
Then your doom and the doom of aesir is nigh.
For i am the firestorm,the breaker of worlds,the sly god,
The father of monsters and the flame dancer
Hammer strikes, thunders emerge ripping dark skies to burn Satan's toys___nukes
Aug 29, 2020
17 syllables ~Monoku
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest
Placement: 01
The Dawn breaks as planned ,
Mrs and Mr god look down upon their creations and children.
Mrs God weeps because the children have forgotten their mother and send her no thanks or love ,
Mr God is enraged at this insult.
He and Mrs God continue to look sorrowfully upon their children and at their constant fighting and killing of each other to say nothing of the planet that was gifted too them .
Mrs God holds the hand of Mr God , and with a tear asks "where did we go wrong " .
Mr God answers by embracing his goddess ,as storms of rage swirl in his eyes .
"Not all of our children are wicked " ,softly speaks Mrs God ,
“No not all " he sighs .
"But enough is enough",he demanded
We shall conclude their ways of non understanding and wickedness
‘And bring them into the light of gratitude once more.
Mrs God smiled at this truth and with a merciful wave of her hand ,
the Age of Ragnarök then began .
I sit beside the fire
Tankard of mead in my hand
Thinking of the comming battle
And what i do understand
I know i may die in this
Fighting for life and limb
Seeing my enemys charge me
Never letting my wits grow dim
I know the future is approaching
Where i must stand and fight
For my axe is here gleaming
And my sheild is in my hand
The battle is almost upon me
My blood boils in my vains
I stand and let out a warcry
As i will never be ashamed
My heart starts to beat faster
And my soul crys out his name
Odin please protect me
For i will always fight in your name
Slephnir for thou art mine as well with Odin
Trusted companion
whose rhythmic beating charms and guides us.
Yours is the carrier which protects and finds us,
Upon your back it’s that we proceed to unknown worlds and take council with those who have passed and we have loved before.
Slephnir ‘Thy mighty hooves send drumming through out all of humanity
And brings communion with the one and the great everything.
For these wondrous gifts I thank thee and pray
Your rhythm and gallop will always be with mine .
It was a long time ago,
ten thousand years or so,
when magic and crows,
held premium pose
and place among many untold.
It mattered not if there was heat or cold,
all the people sang my praise in rowse.
That day's victory will go down in history,
and I had been the hero in that story.
There was a time when a mighty army marched across the seven seas
and along came Thynus, the crooked wizard.
Bizzare in appearance and manner of enchantment,
striking terror in the camp of my people,
sending shivers to their very spine.
They stood aloof and goofed around,
knowing of nothing to do but prayed aloud
to gods who barely stuck around.
The army did come to battle but not with arms of flesh.
For they did not set in array as it is accustomed of war.
They merely camped around many days,
waiting till we die away
from famine thirst and decay;
for Thynus the fierced and crooked,
stood at a mountain just a stone throw from our gate,
that to our very gate we stood away.
The evil Thynus kept howling and growling
and they all howled at the moon,
praying to gods too afraid to aid.
Then I arose,
a small way pass infant or so,
as the people did described me.
Looking away from the gods
to view the other side of the coin,
I felt myself mightier sub rosa than any god,
in contrast to the small cog in a large wheel as they saw me.
But my heart was purer than Nemesis,
nobler than Zeus,
and lofty as Odin.
So I refused to pay them back in their own coin
Moving swifter than the cockney sparrow
yet silent as the owl approaching his prey,
I sprinted to the gate
and found an escape
and to their camp I came.
The night was cold and tedious to my feet,
but I vowed to stay the course.
I truly had no plan but a firm resolve
to bring salvation to my people, the land of my birth.
I could not explain then nor now at all,
how my bravery came to be.
All I know is that as I went along the side of the mount,
Odin's strength came rushing,
Athena's wisdom came pouring,
as if I were a mortal son of the gods I greatly despised.
"Thynus must die", I said to myself.
For all of a sudden, I knew what to do.
He is the fret of my people,
the pause to their bravery,
the end of their wit,
the crippling of their arms.
~ To be continued
The gray bearded wizard in its night blue cloak,
two ravens and a wolf are his recognition flock.
He has the ability to shape shift from the dead,
into animals speaking the language of same is said.
In midwinter nights he is leading a furious host called Wotan,
occupying ritual haunted burial cemeteries of man.
Legends proclaiming Odin’s procurement and decision.
giving his eyes to the underworld to gain mystical vision.
Laying with giantess and guarding the mead of inspiration,
teaching them the runes rock interpretation.
He paradoxical sacrifices himself suspended in a tree,
grasping from its roots transcendent secrets to see.
The seeds of the world tree itself crystallized,
giving those revelation when health is devitalized.
Wondrous feats of magic from the seat of the chanter,
divinations and prophesies by the runes enchanter.
The runic lore considered as sturdy essence,
pervading the field of divine consciousness .
The invisible soul of the world and its spirit breath,
the deep azure of infinite space and no death.
Embodying prana extended psyche,
divine madness by which magic is the high key.
Odin’s mind in humanity with godly revelation,
bringing fort the wisdom from Woden’s Wain constellation.
The hooded lord and animal whisperer of good right,
mighty Odin reveals the transcendent second sight.
Whisper secrets rune stone tell and knowledge to desire,
timeless runic myths through eternal ice and fire.