Each person fights a demon,
No one is ever spared,
But how strong of a monster is never truly shared.
And sometimes, no matter how hard you fight,
The demon is who wins.
Forty years of ups and downs,
Victories and losses,
each in turn like coin tosses,
Raced around the world and back,
The final battle is alone.
Some demons are so dangerous,
That others back away,
It is not lack of caring, but to protect others from its sway.
They hope and pray from afar,
Always wishing that you’ll win.
You make the final journey now,
Finding peace that you had lost,
Be with your kith and your kin with Hel a gracious host,
Give greetings to her father,
Give greetings to our kin.
Rest in peace finally,
You are beyond this test.
Destruction, thy name is wrath!
By God, do the math!
Walk thee down the warrior's path?
Take a bloody bath!
Chunks of bodies broken?
A fight! To reason stand!
What hath Hell awoken?
O Hel, call thy warband!
Twilight of the elder race?
Blast off into space!
Tortoise, polish carapace!
For agony brace!
What goals see tomorrow?
I'll bet I know a few.
Beggar, can ye borrow?
O money lenders, mew!
Thunder, roll for pity's sake!
How much can we take?
O for vampires on the stake!
Heart within all, break!
Dragons move in armies?
Only once in a while.
Witches, cast thy charm, please.
What need have we of guile?
Moving on? Just sac the pawn.
Blow the end a kiss.
Morning, hast thou need of dawn?
Serpents, time to hiss.
Choices. How they haunt us!
Another place and time!
Bongo drums for blunderbuss?
Cold confusion. Crime...
I have a love in Him
Hel loves me unconditionally
He’s my life, and He’s inside
Living inside of me
Joy of being
Loved unconditionally
The wonder of Him in me
My Father’s unconditional
He within me… the Joy of being
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Kenzi's symbolic Destiny. Inspired by Episode 13: "Dark Horse" of "Lost Girl", Season 4. A moving friendship storyline.
May we all be blessed to have true, loving and supportive friendships. Blessed be.
I am her heart
By Michelle Morris
01/06/2023
I am her heart
The symbol of her love
I am the only one
Who can close the portal to Hel
You are all against this
You love me as we are family
But I know you'll see me again
When the Valkyrie comes to Valhalla
I too am now a warrior in battle
And you will know my power
My sacrifice is my greatest gift
To our deep friendship ties
You will know my love again
You will see my self return
Reflections from the hourglass
Will be with you as I burn
See my soul's connection
Those threads that weave us as one
We shake in these moments of courage
But the dawn will reflect our love
See the sunrise bright and cheerful
See my love shining down on you
Don't mourn me, my dearest friends
For our blessing is this truth
© Michelle Morris, 2023
it begins at dawn a tweet tweet then a beep beep~ a crow caws loudly
tiny little chirps
twitters silly shrills whistles ~
hel looo hel looo trill
and then, begins the circled flight in the sky
swooping as one, turning, diving- little birds fly
then, a pair of gliding birds gracefully dip and soar
oh, such divine and sublime sounds from tiny birds pour
''Hello, Goodbye''
More to come
Less Imma take
Sure to go
Sure to go
Away from the life of limp
Taking off, won’t hesitate
Quick you know
Quick you know
Don’t take the mind of me
I’m no longer meant to wait
Going on now
Going on now
You slow, move to the side
I got moves to make
Don’t slow me down
Don’t slow me down
We ain’t friends we ain’t foes
Passabyers in the mist
Hello, goodbye
Hello, goodbye
If you can’t give what I give;
denying reciprocity, then I insist
Fly right on by
Fly right on by
Debra Ann Harris
That’s what the Ground hogs whistle:
‘hell or high water’
then they put on their old-timey spectacles
and the glasses slip
to the end of their stubby snouts.
The squirrels climb too high
for the lower depths of Hades to reach,
but the hawks are not religious.
Daddy bought the farm
his old lady, the unmarried one,
died also
tugging at his shirt tails.
The waters receded some,
hell closed its barroom doors
to all the better critters.
Only the bottom feeders
were allowed in;
not the whales
they had outgrown heaven
and hell,
the high waters kept them safe
until the oily whalers
came back
to reclaim the low ground.
at the mouth
like opening i
shout hello(((
hear the echo
like a parrot
speaking
hell
hel
oh
reminds me of
history i've read
about President
Jackson one
son of a
b*t*h
drank and
shot many
rounds in
the oval office
until a time
when
the words were
eulogies but
his bird
kept saying
f**k you
and had
to be
removed
from the rest
in
peace
proceedings
oh valkyrie of wings and feather,
line by careful line
axe by axe
beautiful woman.
The heavens are your home;
you walk upon the stars,
unburdened by expectations
duty
opinions.
Beauty in the midst of carnage
valkyrie in the midst of battle
Fearsome angels. Monstrous. Lovely.
oh valkyrie of curves and edges:
sharpness. Tempered steel
forged by fires of Hel.
Your body is yours alone,
no man would dare tell you
shame you
guilt you
You are Woman, divine
ethereal being, conqueress
warriors.
Blood of battle drips down the
delicate curve
of your neck. Sharpness gathers in your hands.
The axehead spins
— who will live, who will die?
oh valkyrie of strength and beauty
woman of war
do not falter, do not fall
fly on,
soar.
You’re the dumb one, aren’t you? She asked me so beautiful, sweet.
Cee’Su was a looker, married to my first cousin Pete.
I did not reply, after all, what could I say?
Was she daft in the head? Is that why she tossed it that way?
She is the other one, my horrified cousin quickly told her.
The fat one, she guessed, which made her look amazingly older.
Cousin Pete thought she was hilarious, pretty the first two days.
Woman of God she informed us haughtily, stuck up in her ways.
I had never met a reverent woman who had such an urge to tell,
But she drew out proof constantly that we would be the ones going to hel....
Cousin Pete stopped talking to his mother because Aunt V refused to bow down
To the queen bee, who took him from us, they simply stopped coming around.
They raised some caustic children, hatefully mean and depressed, often blue.
Both of them ran to the grandma they had never met when they reached 22.
Yes Cee’Su was beautiful looker, Cousin Pete’s Woman of God.
When I meet her on the street I give her a swift happy wave and a nod.
On time
Sublime
My beau
Hel-lo!
Guests smile
No guile
Church hall
Too small
Tikes play
Then sway
So hot
Must stop
Slow-mo
I know
Kid hurls*
Hits girls
Bride’s dress
A mess
Aaww, hell
The smell!
Wiped down
Don’t frown
Do you...?
I do!
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* hurls = vomits
20th March 2017
For the "Fabulous Fun Footles" contest sponsored by Jan Allison.
(First Place)
Everybody knows
That to God want to propose
Hel fight off our foes.
Also want to say
God be in our lives today
Wash our sins away.
Sisters and brothers
God help us to help others
Make us be lovers.
Leave no one behind
May be woman or mankind
Which God has designed.
Have found peace at last
Sorrows remain in the past
Fly flags high on mast.
From now until then
We will not worry again
Now free from all sin.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
These chains held me down
For way too long…lend me a –
A helping hand please (please...please... understand)
I want you close by
D-DON'T YOU U-UNDERSTAND?
In need of your-your... (hel-helping h-hand...)
be a star an actor or singer
rise above the flotsam
do not linger
once your up above the rest
your *****dont stink
cause your the best
develop a drug problem
get drunk and high
wel all still adore you
till the day you die
unfortunatley for the rest of us
addiction to drugs
leads us to bust
people look and shake there head
that guys an addict
probably rob you in bed
steal that chain from round your grannys neck
eat your baby bounce a cheque
definitly way past all redemption
unless he becomes famous then hel have our attention
now hes a genius just slightly flawed
each failed sober attempt wel now applaud
tell all officers stand to attention
governors on the way
the great old bull sullivan
is doin the rounds himself today
put down that mornin paper
put them feet back on the floor
you dont want to be horizontal
when he comes thru that door
theres too many in the office
send two out into the rec
wake up mr. cotter gently
or hel jump and break his neck
send o reily down the landing
make sure theres noone out on there back
remember what happened last time
when he caught murphy on the crack
no officer best be smoking
keep miss flynn away from the phone
but most importantly of all
dont let him read this poem
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