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©
Beyond the veil where golden choirs sing,
The humble heart ascends to greet the King.
Today I took my usual daily walk,
All alone, with no friend or other folk.
The breeze was kind with clouds a bit gray,
And people around passed in a rushed way.
Beneath the sky upon a patch of ground,
I saw a sight that made me spin a round.
A butterfly so bright nothing could hide,
Struggled to escape the sun but soon it died.
The wings were tense and high, ready to fight,
One more battle before the fall of night.
There once was a time it touched the sky’s gate,
But time and tide we know shall never wait.
I held it up and whispered soft and low,
"Your journey's end is mine as well, I know.
So brief our days, so swift our final call!
We race to fame, then like your wings, we fall.”
20/04/2025
Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?
With the thousands troop, I the general stride.
Below the land of ancestors pride.
Where dragon soars and tiger leaps with might.
For this, my sword tainted with river of blood.
Bears felony's weight , a mountain heavy tide.
My heart a rock, no regret, no shame reside.
~Byeol
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Land of ancestors: homeland
Dragon soars and tiger leaps: showing powerful prospering nation
Now he speaks with words so clear,
His aims increase with every year.
He’s growing up with height and grace,
Yet, gives us all the same embrace.
The world is wide, and so he knows,
To send his love wherever he goes.
His kindness, deeper than before,
Is something I can only adore.
Though time has passed, he is the same,
With love that burns a lovely flame.
I watch him now, a man in bloom,
Still shining love in every room.
He’s like a gem that ever glows,
With love inside forever grows.
18/02/2025
From Syria’s land where silence wept,
Our hopes arose. From grief they leapt.
Through broken streets and skies so grey,
We aimed for light with feet of clay.
We sang a song, so calm and rare,
Against the chains, against despair.
Hand in hand, we dug for light,
To chase away the endless night.
With every breath,we marched for dawn,
And Syria's soul was then reborn.
13/12/2024
A course-correction knife was plunged too late.
A smile was still, upon her lips, that date.
Clueless, for most of life, the cherries, green.
Her shoulder-bluffs and high-peak cheeks are seen.
She stands five feet, barely a statue-bold.
Appears quite warm with bundled arms of gold.
A pointed thumb at chest level. A charm
Bracelet does shake with silver-fake alarm.
The lyrics play a lycra-schmooze with stretch.
Uncanny walking cane, amidst homestretch.
A slide puzzle, her wrinkles crash and burn.
Only then, girl, a happenstance upturn.
A giving tree, with scathing sack of seed.
The dandiest scatters of yellow weed.
A field not quite a rose, with weaker stems.
A chosen path amidst headstones - few gems.
But remembered, oh yes. Her name engraved
and youthful picture set. ‘Tis what she craved.
Is Harris is .a supporter of fracking ?
If she does Harris needs a good whacking.
She opposes the death penalty too
For the worst dregs of mankind what say you ?
And Harris states Bidenomics is a .success
De ipso facto Bidenomics is a mess.
And she supports the Cannabis Justice Act
A silver lined cloud for this Act that’s the fact.
On the other hand Harris supports Isreal
Treason ,a knife,bloodied .She can go to Hell.
If Harris’s plan is like Bidenomics too
America once again just got screwed.
A Harris economy that is great ?
America prospers and feels first rate.
And she will spend 5 billion on the homeless .
Tartuffe is a wet noodle. This plans a mess..
And Harris abandons homeless pets,not nice
A heart like ice; it is time to pay the price
California is where this dark deed was cast
Upon hearing this news i was aghast
And finally she supports the Green New Deal
And Green infrastructures a superb ideal
I live in a care home,I feel out of whack
I pray to Freyja,please give my legs back
One leg like wet pasta,other a short stump
Does she hear my plea, no ,I feel like a chump
She states call back later what did i do wrong
Freyja please fix my whole leg,make it strong?
I pray I get a prothetic from Lindsay
I pray I go to St Margarite some day
Too long at care home feeling too sickly
I pray for books of verse ,they surely help me
I pray for a true girl friend but I am broke
My legs are useless and I am a joke
I pray I get my bag of olive runes soon
Getting my charged runes on time will be a boon
If hope the shipping costs are recieved on time
If I am told you might be here to you die
Refuse all services ,kiss my **** goodbye
Rokatru runes of olive wood coming soon,
my heart and mind does drool for these new runes.
My runes charged . Hope my order show up late
Round disks of wisdom ,Odhin’s wisdom -I feel great.
Irate relation is finished with my gift,
And talk a miss I hope I am not stiffed .
Talk with my kin we are a chasm apart,
Over this issue I feel I’m an upstart.
And Cash was paid to Gemma for wrong ,
futhark,s
Unfinished instructions left me in the dark..
Intently I wait to get this deal straight ,
rocky ride is contentment , my runes late..
I can do my rune rede uncorrupted.
The Ward nurses word can not be trusted.,
Nurse allows me to eat at the cafe,
I will be pissed off ,trusting them, led astray .
Will go outside on the stoep ;be alone.
Go on a strike, license lost, not in the zone,
I write some poetry, I feel genuine ,
Refuse my requests I take no medicine..
I feel relieved my mood is feels so high.
Reduce my food intake; you ready to die ?
I am covid free as far as I see ,
Send out the death note on the Net , I decree.
See my cousin tomorrow if things go well.
Send my death note out to my kin -a hard sell,
Write poems about nature in near future,
I might. be paranoid have a sense of humour..
Do my exercises brings no sorrow.
Sad if I am not seeing blood tomorrow,
Trying to keep a rigid upper lip ,
My ward is a locked door ;a hellish trip.. guy
I saw him walk outside my place
He caught my eyes with such a face.
He seemed he had no appetite
He was the same each day and night.
I felt for him as it was clear
To gain his trust and end his fear.
It was so grey with sunken eyes
I showed him food and hoped to rise.
And come so close that I could pet
With a tender touch if he would let.
As he approached and made to eat
I looked at him and watched his feet.
I made no move. I only watched.
He ate and left, and I was touched.
I did the same each night and day.
And in my heart of hearts, I’d pray
To gain his heart with a gentle touch.
Which he enjoyed so very much.
The way he stood and looked at me
Was a sign so clear that I could see.
It was no food that drew him near
He needed care, Oh lovely dear!
And soon we had a friendly bond
At last, he changed and me he loved.
The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech
after Ripening for sixteen summers.
Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a
shovel and a pick at his lonely boots.
‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God
did he dig. there is a dignity
in breaking your back To Stuff A Ganger’s
Pockets, And His Belly With Rich Porter.
That aching rhythm of pick and shovel
Made certain - he would never reach his height.
sure look at him now, all stooped and bended
A Tunneller’s Posture. There Is A Man!
Breaking New Ground, Smashing Sediment and
Poverty. With every drive, slam and crack
You made Certain we would never go back.
Thanks to underground suffering and penance
and pain. Schoolday’s are over.
You’ve broken the Chain.
In what to me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet,
was a dark wit; you'd just know it.
But I (yes, I!) know much better,
for I know it to the letter,
that Byron was an insatiable lord
(with “ssssss” as the head of a large “sword”)!
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