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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Glossary:
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example? ~ Charles Spurgeon
Words won’t come on those days
When light fades into the song, the longing
A silent ache, penetrating the stories
The feelings, the lasting praise who restores
A gentle joy, leading my soul to grace
Where I’ll learn to listen to the wonder,
The music of unending faith, eternal light…
Poured out on those who know His life,
His gift to all mankind…
Words won’t come on those days
When grief stills the blazing fires, wings
Smothered by a darkness, a gray
Melancholic trembling on the edge of winds
Shattering the stillness, the winsome beauty
Of a light who remembers who He is,
Why He came – why He is the answer
For every heart, every soul, every spirit
Who needs the beauty that comes to those
Who hear Him, feel Him, believe Him…
Life assured by the only One who can save
From the desperation of the past,
The sins that darken with their black,
The worries that find a way to dread,
The grief that feels so overcast with shame…
Words won’t come on those days
When His story remembers the ways
He silenced the mountains, built hope that lasts,
Told hearts of a moment when He would pass
From life to death – from death to life,
When love would restore hope and faith,
When love would shine its light, amazing grace!
Words won’t come on those days
When there is more reason to be thankful,
Than a heart can possibly uncover,
More reason to praise our precious Savior
Than we can possibly divulge…
He is worthy of all the love we can give,
All the gratitude that we can present,
All the music our souls can arrange,
All the praise that our hearts can comprise,
All the prayer that our spirits can compile,
All the love that comes to life…
Because He is the light, the love, the life
He is the One who made hearts right
Because He lived and because He died,
But especially because He came back to life,
To show the entire world that He’s the sacrifice,
The One who made a way for love to abide
Inside the heart who believes that He is…
Who He says He is…
The King of Kings, the Prince of Peace,
The Lord of Lords… the reason I can see…
Past the darkness – into the light,
Where He promises me that death is not the end,
But, instead, it’s the beginning of eternity with Him!
("" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
the darkness must be present"" -Francis Bacon)
Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls
No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!
Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.
As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!
This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.
Robert J. Lindley, 12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )
Notes:
(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled, "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. - ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""**
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(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets
(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
-- Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-- Carl Jung.
An Aria Beyond A Silent Dream
Just yesterday, I was dreaming some love I’ll never have
And now I’m sitting all alone, smoking… this night
Some soul within that never was mine, seems to have left
Like falling stars crying so, fading upon its dying light
It was just like a dream, a dream which began it all
A fantasy I so thought, a reality now fought
The enigmatic world of The Ancients is the world I saw
Some place where life is only to belong to the rot
I was petrified from the sights of the ungodly world
And I fear even more shall come eventually my sleep
Betrayal portrays the poison mind from the green of an emerald
And I wonder if strength can still be drawn from hearts of the weak
Its been a while since, had the befallen and the defier appear
I’m lost and very much alone atween a portal through stolen time
Though the bond of a steel may assure the undead minions to fear
Yet dependency is a weakness without the drop of faith close behind
Be it so if I should sleep in reality, I’m awaken otherwise within
And upon awakening elsewhere, it isn’t simply a hallucinatory fantasy
And as once more, I walk the path beyond ancient’s dream
I saw a world lost upon where I stand alone, in complete solitary
{With the reality world shut away, despairing never fails to end
The darken haze aloof the skies were evidence of time bearing no when
Bodies in impossible millions lay lifeless as far as the eye can see
With the essence of blood weighing upon the breath of air so free
From where I stood, the battle before seems wearily over and forgotten
With my sword at hand, I was left mortified with delusions of the tragic moment
How is it, a glitter of hope can present itself from this nightmarish hell?
Yet I knew, extraordinary from ordinary isn’t just some words to praytell
I scan the bloodshed more intensely, knowing not what I may assume to find?
And I’m not alone… as something else was heard from behind
There was a voice, voicing sadness and sorrow in solemn aria
Singing perhaps to the heavens, yearning so to be heard from afar
I trail towards the tune and saw a figure standing atop a shadowy stone
Cloaked in an armour that at once suggested swiftness, as well a necklace of bones
And seen in her hand… she held a crypted bow
Where strap over her shoulder, was as well a quiver of arrows
In my world nevertheless, these reasons compels me to be alone
For no one can even begin to comprehend to things of unknown
Whether a curse or a deliverance to befall upon me
I have not a choice, neither here nor there to ever be
And having lived an unpredictable life faithfully such as mine
I would redeem myself in The Ancients, as long I be given time
Therefore… with the future to unfold, I have resolved myself to serve
If not to ensave, death as penalty is an afterall I’m to deserve
Let us be on with our way, for the night is to be awaken soon
With luck, let there be light to guide us from beneath the moon”
{As I sheath my metal, I stood my ground and awaited for her
Awaiting… for perhaps a miracle which may yet draws near
This single hope stayed with me as I followed Alkaiya along
Finally knowing as well, this is indeed the world I belong
After what seem forever, we decidedly stop for a moment’s rest
An unfounded moment, for myself I’m unable to simply outlast
There were stones, darken rocks masking the wilderness around
The unsettling settles… as my time as always is to bound
Sitting in my bed once more, I am without quiet relief awoken
For return is but my recounted nightmare of what time beckons
Before my next entry to come, will perhaps be one even harder
As it is the last moment to recall, we have stumbled upon the Heaori Chamber}
In my world I am but a no one
A no one to everyone else who doesn’t believe
Given is another world I can run
Yet… its essentially hard to remain well receive
Little did I thought I have escaped it all
Little am I to know, my service to the Word retains
With many months ago since to ignore
A certainty is certainly less worthy for complains
Back into The Ancients I return once again
Back into hidden love, back into unfavourable dreams
How else if nothing else is to remain?
If not in my world but to have the other world bring
Time and again, the time of the unknown revisits
Always with a meaning deeper than before to believe
Time after time with my mind to battle and weep
Am I aged with enough faith to take another leap?
A chamber where dreams meet fate
Do I possess the strength to enter for dreams to come true?
Will I ever be regrettably too late?
To prevent the death of Alkaiya to be undoubtedly real
………………………………………………..
Crimson Waves Flow, As From A Red Rose,
(From Sonnet Triples)
In Time, its eternally winding winds
therein flows a grace not to be denied
Earth, Mother Nature, oft man's truest of friends
are tears of joy when in purest Love cried!
Crimson waves flowing as from a red rose
as a brave seeker his true love thus finds
she, rare beauty from head to dainty toes
loving in return sets Love chains that bind!
Together, bonded as romantic pair
soon days and nights become one joyous blur
she a graceful goddess with Raven hair
he handsome prince, sworn to never leave her!
Mother Nature, Spring's new to all given
weds in bliss, true-love and happy livin'!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )
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Eternity, Its Scope, Life Its Great Game
Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game
Imagination, fairies dancing, trees
Love, sweet romancing, the birds and the bees.
Consider the Season, Spring- Life's new rains
Sensuality, its breath, birth- its pains
Youth, its brevity, Time its flowing winds
Passion, deep longings, what future portends.
Consider the End, darkness, all thats gone
Mere Words, written on slab of cold, hard stone
Sorrow and Loss, finality- the Grave
Truth and Light, mercy, faith that truly Saves.
Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame.
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )
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Alas, Such Is Mystery That Awaits
Beneath the rainbow, its treasures so hide
for most of life is a great and wild ride
yet within dashing days, some loss awaits
little is gained, if one too oft tempts Fate.
In our daily walks, temptation abides
from darken traps, we must close seeking eyes
with illuminated truth, search for more
dare to sail, land on paradise sweet shores.
When adversity, both heart and soul breaks
could it be a testing, that our tree shakes
shall we, in despair- curse this given life
or courage, battle world's usual strife?
Alas! Such is mystery that awaits
As we but dwell firm, within Hands of Fate.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived )
COOKING POT
I looked around me, everything was dark
as if my own eyes were completely shut,
that the would have come to an end,
my eyelids were very heavy,-
like I had a sleeping spell on me,
I was seeing things that were given me
very bad dreams,-
the stars are all on dim
they skip around the sky,
upon the sea, I have seen the reflections of he
standing over me,-
the colored moon beamed upon the land
upon everything my eyes could see;
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But I couldn't it was as if I was dead,
I dreamed many dreams in my head
I see things of an ancient time,
I felt I have been bond to my bed;
as if I was quite insane of true madness,
in my mind, I saw a different set of eye
looking back at me from another time,
I see slaves dancing around me,
crying out to a king that stands before me,
the sky was dark; the fair is hot;
I could see a big cooking pot,
words of their time weren't of mine,
you could feel the evil all around;
the anger browed in the pot,
words of truth weren't in their mouths,
lies and so much hate with not faith,
Witches are casting out their evil spells,
giving a queen life of a living hell,
their face turned to me
as I started to scream,
I have seen many things that come to me
like something of darkening dreams,
they were very old holding no youth,
I forget your name they would say
In a cloud of smoke;
frogs are being tossed in the old cooking pot,
a chicken tongue, blackbird eyes,
bugs of the desert land,
the thunder in the ancient sky roared while
the storm moved on by;
I see holly ones being persecuted;
the words of accurate knowledge
was told to never be promoted on the land
where the old witches stand
on blood, stained sand, that was a command,
words of truth are forbidden;
enemies casting names of thee into the pot of hell
while somewhere rings a bell;
bodyguards took the prison ones
out of the cage; those who have lost their way,
ravens are flying around to eat up on the dead
the ones who have lost their heads,
words of temptations of the flash
dancing around the cooking pot,
my body started feeling cold
I didn't have any more control
while lies where being told,
my eyelids were heavy as they could be
I was cast into a deep sleep.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2001
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
HAVE YOU READ PART ONE YET? IT MAY MAKE SLIGHTLY MORE SENSE IF YOU HAVE {although I'm not giving guarantees.}
I cannot hold thee anymore
Think I'm dyin' and much more
I try slammin' shut the door
Why does time put pressure on us all
I close my eyes so I don't let them fall
An' juggle over my thighs like a marble ball
Struggling to make any sense of it all
I'm caught, staying in a a loop
Of retrograde hoops and renegade droops
Has this verse been pre-rehearsed
This script seems to be in reverse
I crumbled and broke apart in the earth
And tumbled over ribbons of myself
Dumbly I tried to hide the scene
I took some coke and smoked some green
What did it do to me?
Nightmares should only be in dreams
And where or what's that speaking between?
I hurried, I had to flee
Scurrying among valleys deep
With shadows that scream
And caveats that darken
Through these endless fields
Can I please ever leave
My prayers been repealed
Down the white rabbits burrow, the fox does now follow
These critters in winter
My moth eaten wings 'urt
And frost bitten fingers
I fear they want to rape me
Through my screams I burn
My wings aren't holding on
Everywhere I seem to turn
I can't escape myself
I've a bare behind and where are my clothes?
I'm feeling blind as the darkness encroaches
Down, down too high, crashing to the floor
Gravities dragging me through a door
Down, down, as time comes clashing in once more
If I can't stop, I'll fall into the sun
Out of my pocket something flopped
Now what was it that I dropped
That once unlocked can't be stopped
I must jump off before I fall
The sspeed of sssound, remained still out of sight
Three dancers were bound, in chains of golden light
The answers I found, gave me quite a fright
And who's that whispering to me?
There's a reason these corners they all keep out of reach
Colours have drained away like coral now been bleached
But being insane has something new to teach
May you remember the lesson
I need to change the paradigm
Stick the needle in a different line
Now it's alright again behind my eyes.
The bliss has returned, this twist has been earned
As the sandcastles rebuild
From the hour glass that was spilled
And times been all but killed
My heads in the clouds, and I'm gone.
As Winter fades to Spring
And the joy of the season inspires
Hearts to sing and birds to bring
Rekindling of heart hopes, dreams
Feelings of praise that fall gentle
Against the bursting pods
The green that begins to wash
Away the frosty mornings
And kiss the dawn with lemon rays
Of soothing calm, a caress, a kiss
Of heaven’s heart poured out
Across this land where faith prays
As wonders of love quiet darkness
As Winter wanes and Spring smiles
Across the heart, into the soul
There is a glimpse of the breathless
Admiration from the whisper of promise
Released by the graceful light
Beyond the azure skies in rays of awe
Serene and silent like the dark
Alive with a song for the God of it all
The One who rains miracles upon
Our earth where He created us to be
Grateful for His blessings, His love
Showering miracles across the heart
Assuring with answered prayers
Endless promises brought to life on
The souls of those who know
Elation from a faith that is pure and real
A mercy that leaves the soul secure
In the praise it lifts to the heavenly heights
As Winter languishes and Spring emerges
Destiny quivers, sending rich and vibrant rays
Of stirring victories who agree with us
That His love is like a soft and gentle wind
Eager to cleanse hearts of their sins
Awakening the shadows of melodies and praise
Vibrant hues of creativity lighting the moments
With purity and praise, honoring the days
As they flow by us in a victorious amazement
Feeling alive, dancing in the rays of a silence
Lifted up on prayers of faith, prayers so kind
They darken dread and refresh the sight
So that we’re breathing a brilliant muse
Filled with mystery that feels like a tenderness
Caressing the very soul with sincere hope
Hope that is only found on the haunted mind
Who rests in the certainty that God is alive
And He desires a relationship with His child!
As Winter fades and Spring replaces the dusty dark
A miracle of love opens the door for us to worship
Love like this is beyond explanation – it is filled with
God’s beauty, His delight… inspiring reverence from inside
Where He lives and lights up the fires of His desires
For a heart and soul who know that He is the One
Filling them with life, insight, appreciation – Light!
SOLDIER OF BATTLES.. Steve Hudson
It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see,
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished,
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…