The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
evokes, adventure, analogy, character, hero,
Form: Heroic Couplet
soft bed of roses
evokes dreams of happiness...
yet beware of thorns:
opinions, overthinking
can often lead to sadness
Categories:
evokes, allegory,
Form: Tanka
Art brings creativity, depth, evokes feelings,
connects people, reflects historical events,
preserves cultural values and traditions.
Art conveys aesthetic pleasures, one of its missions.
Choreographed dance expresses fluidity, grace highlighting
the dancers’ technical skills and control, ease and elegance.
Dance, an art form under performing arts focuses on connection
appealing to the senses of the dancers and audience is perfection.
Blues, classical, disco, electric, funk, gospel, hip-hop,
and rock, the influential one, are genres of music, another
art form and the most universal under performing arts
for it is a universal language that touches hearts.
Abecedarian, ballade, couplet, diamante, elegy, footle
are types of poems and poetry, an art form under literary
art, uses chosen language for meaning or words artistically to
connect to the reader’s emotions and imagination too.
Categories:
evokes, art, dance, music, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Even now my memory evokes
"Th th th thats all folks"
Porky pig stuttered this to sign off
Popped out of a drum, not his trough
Categories:
evokes, character, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
a crisp august night
evokes vibrant changing leaves ~
autumn's bitter kiss
Categories:
evokes, august, autumn, color, seasons,
Form: Haiku
Rocio, a girl’s name,
“dew” in Spanish,
evokes a bead, aflame:
first sun on grass.
It always seems a shame –
joy must vanish.
Nothing can stay the same:
all things must pass.
Categories:
evokes, nature,
Form: Other
It doesn’t happen everyday
Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh
Reflecting in the Winter sun
Are its legs, in gunmetal grey
Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning
Falling behind red-silk and cotton
Among the frost
One’s mind is lost
And all else is forgotten
The children play with what was brought
Without as much as a second thought
From where these marvellous gifts came
Or in the manner how they were wrought
To gratitude, they must adhere
In the closing of the year
Unaware that these times are austere
And each of their new toys, hold near
While countless harsh weeks lie ahead
A return to school, many will dread
And memories, so bittersweet
Will be recalled instead
They say that what goes up, must come down
Such includes the crib and tree
The wrapping and its debris
Whilst wearing a cap and gown
This cold new year evokes a frown
Categories:
evokes, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Every day when I wake up
I’m grateful for the happiness waking up evokes…
I’m not only grateful that I woke to a new day
but in this political climate…
I am also grateful to be woke.
Categories:
evokes, pride, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
I like poetry that is simple and direct
and yet is layered in depth where
you can descend as deep as you
want to go - poetry that says just
enough and no more and leaves
things unsaid, fertile ground
on which the imagination can grow.
I like poetry that finds
its roots in nature and ordinary things,
listens to what memory murmurs
and the rumblings that rise
from the soul. I like the incantatory
power of poetry, how it evokes
feeling and stirs a longing
in places left hollow
a lifetime ago - poetry that becomes
almost prayer not to some named
god, but to that which remains
hidden and out of reach but which
whispers to us in rustling leaves,
reflected light and along
the corridors of our dreams.
I like poetry that claims
no more than being a loving
imprint of a life left briefly
on the tidal wash of time.
Categories:
evokes, poetry, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes the things some humans do
when judged by reason’s point of view
appear as acts of insane fools
which defies logic’s rigid rules.
The virtues that sweet madness breeds
inspiring heroic deeds
are from a realm beyond earth’s clime
suffused with attributes sublime.
The martyrs dear of Christendom
faced their demise with buoyant bliss
their tormentors were baffled by
the peaceful way in which they died.
The joy that true love e’er evokes
the fire that its presence stokes
produce in hearts a madness sweet
that lovers like a treasure greet.
Oh, may God’s love, of heaven born,
cause us to love Him in return
so, with the martyrs we may know
the sweet madness that in them flowed.
Categories:
evokes, courage, devotion, happiness, joy,
Form: Rhyme
Free spirit
Real simple life
Seclusion
Harmonic
Retires from society -
evokes wonderment
Categories:
evokes, life, loneliness,
Form: Shadorma
The parties were in full swing.
The doorbell rang, yet no one knew it.
In that instant, everything changed for the party guests.
Speak softly, lean in closer, and turn down the volume.
A sudden death—another soul has taken its last breath.
Did he pass the test? Sniffing cocaine, he choked,
Dust scattering across his desk.
What a mess!
This was his life; he surrendered to cocaine—
Cocaine was his guilty pleasure.
Have you ever witnessed their souls diving into the sea?
It's too late for cleansing.
The drip, drip, drip of blood dissolves into the sea.
This evokes a different philosophy—
The devil’s philosophy.
Categories:
evokes, abuse, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: Epic
Memorial Day marks the passage of time
Of valor in battles remembered sublime
A quiet flashback of a personal loss
And fiery fields one was dashing across
The action, the sound and bright flare light
The odor of danger in faraway night
The luck and misfortune, all hell breaking loose
Adrenaline high one cannot reproduce
Forever with you, war leaves no one alone
A recent or distant, remembrance zone
For all who have perished, a prayer reserved
Memorial Day evokes those who served
© 2022
Categories:
evokes, memorial day,
Form: Rhyme
Determined energy encapsulates what smolders silently inside.
Quiet resilience produce a bold, inspiring presence that space opens wide.
With a colour gamut of profound earthy tone,
Striking fiery reds and chilling white hot lashes stand alone.
Morgan's painting suggests the perception of dancing flames to a beat,
Within the vision, to create a physical feeling of blistering heat.
This symbolizes deepest strength of passion with his brushstrokes.
Dynamic intensity instills the mesmerizing impression of movement it evokes. Demanding attention to the potential of power below the surface.
Gifted craft accompanied by the celebration of beauty is its purpose.
As I gaze at the canvas, undeniable appreciation of this abstract can begin,
With wild untamed spirit ''The Fire Within".
Categories:
evokes, fire,
Form: Ekphrasis
Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
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In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet,
a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past.
Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness.
Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite.
Human creation will grow, even as infernal fungi blow,
Guided by its healing glow, ideas rise as heaven flows.
A beacon for cosmic treasure hunters, lost in wonder,
Scattering nuclear waves across our broken raves.
Moon rulers of night's endless canvas, secrets soundless,
Each crater bears a mark of human spirit, etched by hopes legit.
Echoes of vast growth, the fallout of anarchy, and sloth,
A stark slant of man trespass, bloody scenes of raw gas.
Visions reveal paths daring, souls can roam in the glaring,
A reminder that dreams stay, even under peaceful skies.
Categories:
evokes, analogy, moon,
Form: Ekphrasis
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