It’s 2022, we’re in the final battle for the soul of the world.
There is no Indo-European root for soul,
the Greek and Germanic roots mean quick-moving, fleeting, mercurial.
I’d add evanescent, impermanent, ephemeral
disappearing, diminishing, dwindling
tenuous, brief, short-lived.
Whatever forever—that’s where we’ll be after WWIII.
World, home, think, breathe: man,
woman the vital force in man, the Anthropocene, men together
violence, virtue, virility. Also, werewolf.
War: to confuse, mix up, make worse.
The old are paying close attention but my sons ignore the thunder,
plate tectonics, gamma ray bursters and mortars on the Eurasian front.
Peace out—the end, limit, boundary, never to have been. So long,
sayonara, shalom, salaam. Take into eternity my hail and farewell.
In my writes replies and poeming I often use a certain word
Therein..This word in truth 'is imput see.' Not sanctioned in
The current dictionary.? And yet the English langauge grand has
Been the work of tounge and hands, one of which is Saxon
West..Or Germanic..? If I pass the test? And 'im' within
Germanic tounge 'is the same as in.' Thats where I'm coming from , so from a plaited and interwoven vocabulary
Not formerly chosen.. Nor of standard till Alfreds day would be' he
An Saxon Anglo btw..I find two words are the same to use
In-put or Im-put to my peruse.'
A Germanic Language
Second most spoken in the world
Angles
Saxons
Jutes
From Angles were Engles
Whose language was Englisc
Thus from Europe
ENGLISH was born!
Traveling through inscriptions
Alphabets
Borrowed words
In Norms
In French
Named Old English
Middle English
Modern English
And now with many
Descendants
English in the Pacific
by whaling ships and colonizers
Official language of the islands
Meshed with island vocabulary
English has become a legend in our vocabulary
Was she a vision or the foretold prophecy from Norse shamanic lore?
No one questioned her as she transmogrified into a warrior in the great hall.
The king was cowed. “Are you Yggdrasil, Goddess of Life?” He asked.
Was she the keeper of the nine worlds? The rest of us looked on, awed.
She brought her entourage, a dragon, eagle, and four stags.
They appeared as she had, in front of the king, in the middle of court.
There were audible gasps. Was she Old North, coming to fetch the king?
We Germanic people began to pray, as we had never prayed before.
Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission'
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..
Listening to the soothing ocean, I
Watch the waves crash the shore like a mad guy;
My happy heart gives a contented sigh,
God's been good to me through ups and downs, aye!
Troubles stifling me like a tight necktie,
All cast out when the sea like Lorelei*
Called out to me, "Come down here, don't be shy",
I feel like a mermaid, a charming fae**,
Or maybe a sea-loving Samurai.
71 words
7th November 2022
*Lorelei - a siren of Germanic legend
**Fae - A fae is a humanoid mystical creature that wields great power in magic and elementals; another word for 'fairy'.
For Hilo poet's "Monomixorhyme" contest
Descendent we are
forefather’d as we are
(not all obviously),
from the Germanic tribes.
Around the year zero
we emerged out of those dark primordial
winter forests,
fully formed and tribal.
Not to get too historical, however.
The fun part is
we get to choose which one of these
we want to be,
choose imaginary friends and foes
so let’s see -
Saxons
Angles
Jutes
Friesians
Franks
Hermione’s
Churusi
Suebi
Marcomanni
Alemanni
Lombards
Goths
Vandals
Burgundians
Herull
Finns
and Skandza.
Trouble is, all too often
it Just sucks to be German.
GUTH *
when
I
listen,
God will speak;
when God speaks,
my mind
will
hear
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
* Old Irish word for 'voice'. ie God Common to all Germanic ( Old English) languages
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bah
Germanic witches bring the owls with a caw
They dance in rhythm, shaking their petootsies.
Dracula hides from them in a coffin with moronic Mootsies.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bee.
The witches are warming up as the crowd can plainly see.
A finely choreographed dance, they dance with dignity.
Delighting their brooms with the power of their ‘she’.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bay
I wish the witches would honor us with this dance every day.
October should come around in August, June and May.
I love seeing the way they perform their craft this way.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Blight
The witches have given me some happy dreams this autumn night.
I find myself dancing in my sleep, twisting my hips to the right.
I wish I could join the Wiccans, Germanic power so very bright!
Shedang, huntress of the forest, it is said that her arrows are true.
A protector of deer, squirrels, and other wildlife; her quiver will do.
Is she an entity or someone created by the wildlife of the trees?
I wonder as I walk through the forest, accompanied by a soft breeze.
Is it true she can leap from branch to branch, from elm to oak?
I have heard so much about her from the Germanic folk.
She maims the hunters, rarely kills them, the storytellers say.
I have heard this story since I was a child from those who were gray.
She is bewitched, some say. She can hear you coming from the lake.
I listened to these stories, and my knees began to jive and quake.
She sounded dangerous to me, it made me want to never hunt.
My grandpa kept inviting me, but I got a ball and asked him to punt.
Watch out for Shedang, they warned, don’t even step on the ‘shrooms.
She could easily fly out of a tree, and get you with arrows that zoom.
I saw her sitting way up high in a maple polishing arrows last spring.
Averted my eyes, and went back down the trail, without hurting a thing.
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste.
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
of
wein germanic
bernkastel moselle
&
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst&
race
to import
first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
Elf Adrie creeps into surviving
elongaged Germanic black forest shadows
Boichem, tolerant gargoyle, pretends indifference.
They have pussyfooted around each other for decades
Pretending the other does not exist.
Adrie sends up a plea to her cousin Faral, the half-faery
Who replies, but is eaten by gargoyle upon forest entry.
In the deepest part of the Great Forest of Germanic Consciousness,
The Warrior Elf, Princess Adrie searched for her Celtic sword and shield.
They were not polished and ready, so she summoned Chaedi, the dark elf.
Alert my cousin, and get us ready to ride by sunup, and in the southern field.
Has the grizzly been alerted? He queried. He was one of two who know.
Boiche will become aware in the morn, she said dismissively. Let’s go!
The enemy was on their way to the Realm of the Fae, she could feel it.
The Elder Scroll and the high elves met that night, but still did not know.
By the time the Half-elves and gnomes had arrived, the battle was won.
Boiche felt the battle in his heart, and met his princess the next day.
Within an hour the meadow was alive with the gorgeous color of sun.
How do you know always about them coming? Elder Scroll asked Adrie.
Her spiritual guides and power animals always told her, but she kept it quiet.
She did divulge her secrets, for it might weaken her chances to be queen.
I am not sure, she said, not wanting to cause any kind of elven riot.
Mystical powers, and battle ready alertness made her amazingly keen.
And For Some The Abstract Is Real
It may be that the concrete image of a milkmaid’s stool,
It’s splintered and worn-shiny wood grain, gray-brown,
Three legs supporting a two inch thick oak round,
Twelve inches across, even in the mind of a fool
Can evoke a poetic response, the thought near-real;
A Germanic root is more oomph-palpable than a Latinate,
Yes, and it’s smoother, easier to say “the cat that ate”
Than “the felus catus that consumed its meal.”
But those of us lost in a verbose cerebral vector,
(Excuse me, I mean a too-wordy place)
Intoxicate ourselves with the oblique andobscure nectar,
(Er, uh, get drunk on the sweet drink, whose meaning is not plain)
Distilled from the idiomatic remnants of an ancient Roman lector.
(Oh, you know, brewed from pieces
Of language with a Latin stain).
Lying on a shelf in a house quite far away
hidden in a linen and tucked away to stay
lies a heel of cherry leather with a trim of gold brocade.
The shoes of sweet and delicate curves
is a sweet toned bobble that simply serves
to keep calm and of course remind her.
Remind her, a woman, long since young
long ago she spun and swung
'tis a trinket of the times she had fun
Years ago this simple, pretty face
danced around in Germanic grace
not a care disgraced her face
soon came times that were hard for certain
on her radiant dance there fell a curtain
her life grew hard and then uncertain
evil men grew in her world
she lost her dream of when she leaped and twirled
afterall, now she was just one lonely girl
after a time spent in hiding
she escaped, and henceforth guiding
others into a land void of fighting
and now, free, she sits alone
her story may not be well known
at least she is safe, though far from home
in her age her talent fled
no longer do her toes swiftly tread
but she still has memories, which will never be dead
all from those dancing shoes that were red.
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