Best Smite Poems
Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite
" From what magical realm do you now flee,
With silver belted sword and bright armor,
And awesome power of a Hercules,
Gifted with the face of a true charmer?"
"From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best,
With power of Thor and orders to smite,
Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest,
Return good, drive away beasts of the night."
"I give thy master greatest of my vows,
Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed,
Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow,
If failing this, may my life away bleed."
"Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail,
For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn,
To Master of Realm, where light never pales,
To serve mightiest of heroes there born."
" I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words,
In true honor and piety given,
Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds,
As slaves with no hope of ever liven'."
"Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart,
I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts,
Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart,
Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts."
"I pray thee success and with grateful soul,
Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm,
Thy course is set to honorable goal,
I now see no cause for future alarm."
"Fear not my lady, this shall now be done,
My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay,
Victory's sign shall be red setting sun,
From this night's moon, see me flying away."
"I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true,
Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard,
Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you,
Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard."
Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018
Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths)
Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today...
Wildlife cannot remain contained;
Life in a glass dome is so secure;
Strife lines the broken trail to success,
jackknife just to watch basic shatter;
Sunlight isn't gifted glitter like splinters;
Rewrite is a creative's closest consort;
Recite what they say in a new way,
smite polite I want to make art.
Sort out the atmosphere
visual the landscape around
throw away that fright fear
grab a meadow fluff crowned
an squall it by thy heart away
open your eyes an follow
thunder might apart your way
power tho' will lead to flow
where thy soul live an bear
what you always thought was raw
now its everything but e're
so flow safely go
carry on continue
follow your toe
she don't like you
she struggles to love you
finding it harder everyday
to say your her man
you say you can't when you can
say can when you know you can't
troth the definition
might i quote so you can understand
faith and loyalty
to keep two folk together
but you're difficult
and conniving, contript
and difficult to please
you make right things to justify
what your doing
that aint right and
i don't believe you know what is
look at me when talking to you
you use to honor and respect me
why you hating on Caesar
the rains makes the plains
nurturing fields
there flowers in the meadow
but you don't know
cause your never here
love me right to show
me how you want it
make me feel like
you wanna feel
wish I had the confidence
to say I know what
you're doing
implying I don't know what
you gonna do
let me know
don't up and leave me
I aint been nothing but good to you
Blood- freezing gangster fight
That would Death cordially invite,
Showcasing the weirdest might,
Far into pitch –black night,
Imprisoning every candle light,
No noticing of their plight:
The travails crossfires ignite,
Combatant lips and breathing tight
Over what was scarcely a slight…
Their murderous will at stupendous height!
A longing to shoot everything on sight;
The dirtiest of blood smears on white,
When this is far from right
Even to a close by perching kite
That would its prays smite
And not feel contrite.