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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
Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since.
*Embellish-- adorn.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight.
For Sami Al-Khalili's contest
Ladies and gentlemen, pardon my intrusion.
I won’t take long, I’m only here to Break the ice and test the waters.
Make you laugh a little Before this script starts feeling stale like Blood without water.
But it won’t be a laughing matter once I disappear from this endless illusion
Till this day I’m the physical embodiment of those who were forced to swim.
To escape the deep end and disappoint him who is known as Grim.
We’re forever fish out of water and products of our environments.
Our youthful hands did not create this hot water that we’re in.
The Bible says that they can try to Boil us from within,
And Bombard us with more lies to get us out of the holy water we’re in
But no amount of corruption can prevent Thy Excellence from winning.
The heat doesn’t cool down when you throw more cold water on it Sir!
Don’t forget that crocodiles and sharks don’t make a good mixture.
Excuse that vicious sort of violence portrayed by my voice and tone.
But what kind of chaos could create a world without guns, knives and phones?
How come families are nowhere to be seen when Blood is separated from water.
We’re all too flooded with fury to still coexist come hell or high water.
Follow the traces of the Blood Jesus to get us out of this mind-controlling mist.
Follow the trail that connects us all as tightly together as a clenched fist.
People of all colors, we can't keep acting as if hope is dead in the water.
Let us take to justice and honor like a duck to the water.
Real scum is anyone who gives us reasons to hide our daughters.
Real heroes are the ones, who use the water underneath that Bridge,
That remains Broken 'cause humanity was out of it's depth.
Now we are freed from death and the eternal carnage is finally over.
Last night, I dreamed a dream I'd never forget
When my tired eyes sealed shut at the tail-end of dawn
Morpheus spirited me away to a moonlit Xanadu; a sanctuary
Of beauty and peace. What a dream! It was my safe haven
For an entire day. I had fun! I wish I'd revisit again and again
There, all the troubles of the world are non-existent
It's an otherworldly getaway I wish you'd see for yourself
Akin to an Elysian field; absolutely captivating!
You'll be overwhelmed by a multiplicity of dazzling sights
At dawn, butterflies were fluttering in clusters
Over the field, as if all whispering secrets to each other
Hummingbirds were hovering from one bloomed flower to another
And I danced with the nymphs under the afternoon sun
On an elevated tree stump, I sat as though it were my throne
What a view! I could see the gorgeous scenery for miles
There, at twilight, fireflies swarmed the firmament generously
The stars were sparkling like diamonds, and birds were tweeting
Just for me. Moonlight shimmered on a small pond; fishes
Swimming under all happy and carefree. What a dream it was!
I wish you were there with me, my true...
Best free verse 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
FEBRUARY WK 4 ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
I Dreamed A Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/17/2019
Can you envision us lost in a world
of ours; paradise built by the Gods
just for us two? Would you taste with me
a delectable slice of heaven?
Picture us astride upon satyrs...
exploring a mythical, enchanted land, drifting
our way across it like dandelion seeds.
Perchance we'd gambol about the verdure
with carefree abandon, tasting freedom
with salivating tongues as we shout "Olé!"
Perchance we'd take flight with the faeries
and hum a tune from nightingales, or just lie
in delightful tranquility beneath a weeping willow,
swept off by a soothing breeze. Or we could just
quietly bask in the bright midday sun!
Can you imagine passionate kisses
under a cascading waterfall with a rainbow
hovering right above it? Can you imagine us
lying on a swinging hammock gazing at
diamonds littered in skies of blackboard?
Can you imagine these embarrassment
of riches? Let's take this great adventure!
Let us discover the true meaning of bliss!
Baby, close your eyes
and meet me...
in Avalon!
Can You Imagine - Any Form Poetry Contest(Winner 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 01/23/2021
Inside my heart there was an empty space,
it was waiting for you.
Something changed in my life, a sudden burst of happiness came over me,
a reality so true.
I always felt something was missing,
until the day I see your face.
You brought something new to my world, so exciting,
yet real, now I've found my place.
You take my breath away Nichole,
with your smile, your eyes, your laughter and touch.
I feel empty without you next to me,
lonely, lost inside, I need you so much.
One stroke of your hand down by body
and I fill up with butterflies.
You amaze me with what one simple touch of your hands can do to me,
I now know how special I am, thanks to you I now realize.
With you I can be myself,
no worries, no complications, you are so sweet.
I feel special, loved, on top of the world,
because of you I am complete.
I wish that you was here with me, I want to hold you, kiss you, touch you,
tell you how special you are to me.
You have giving meaning back into my life,
you've shown me happiness and now I am finally free.
I'm missing you, thinking about holding you in my arms,
I dream of holding you real tight.
You are so far away but yet, so close to my heart,
I have you in my sight.
I need your body close to me,
to feel your skin touching mine.
To have your arms wrapped around my waist,
peace in you I'll find.
Tonight I want you to be mine completely,
not just for a moments pleasure.
I want you for the rest of my life,
to love you, to be my lasting treasure.
Dedicated To: Nichole Larson
The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
my merman of the sea,
so beautiful a creature the world has never seen.
To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream
and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green,
those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee.
I met him on the shore of Evermore
where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn,
battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
dying in the wake of early morn.
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face
as he took me with a kiss
to his land beneath the sea,
the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind,
a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind
amid the blue and green
and all the shades of light that fall between,
the difference of awake and in a dream.
And in that final hour
his heart began to beat as mine,
and I knew for evermore that I would never find
a love so deep, complete and so divine
as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
my darling Cannon Lee.
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,
and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more.
~~~
Author: Elaine George
Inspired by: Edgar Allan Poe
She sits in the dark
Gazing out that window pane.
She's there every evening.
She sees the stars as anything but plain.
She looks so lonely there.
She appears as if one day
Someone special enchanted her,
Then had taken her heart away.
Suddenly, she stops her gaze and gets up.
She stumbles in the dark for her other shoe..
That lovely grin, I swear, seemed as if
She knew she had someone, somewhere to run to.
She walks out to that lamp-lit
Cobblestone street, and, with one whistle,
Calls a stagecoach to go north to that
Green valley full of thistle.
Once she arrives, she stands and looks
Down at the valley so full of beauty.
She then begins to walk closer to what
Appears to be a tall oak tree.
Still grinning, she draws closer to this
Tree standing beside a river...
What's this? It would also appear
There is someone there awaiting her!
When she gets to this scene, she dantily sits
Next to him. He wraps his arms around her tight,
Kisses her, and tells her not to cry,
Holds her closer, then told her everything's alright.
With a tear in her eye, she looks at him,
Then rested her head on his shoulder.
They then begin to fall asleep
Gazing at the moon's reflection on the river.
The couple falls to a deep sleep
Just after admiring the moon above,
While I'm sitting and crying to see
There are two so deeply in love.
It brings tears to my eyes
To see such a beautiful scene,
But also to know I have to wake up
Because they fell in love in my dream.
The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
my merman of the sea,
so beautiful a creature the world has never seen.
To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream
and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green,
those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee.
I met him on the shore of Evermore
where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn,
battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
dying in the wake of early morn.
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face
as he took me with a kiss
to his home beneath the sea,
the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind,
a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind
amid the blue and green
and all the shades of light that fall between,
the difference of awake and in a dream.
And in that final hour
his heart began to beat as mine,
and I knew for evermore that I would never find
a love so deep, complete and so divine
as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
my darling Cannon Lee.
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,
and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more.
~~~
Author: Elaine George
The night is cold
There is an owl perched on the gum tree
Its pitch dark outside
Its silent as a grave yard
She clings unto herself
Her mind wonders away
she reminisces her husband
pulling her into his chest
Fitting into his embrace
Like she belonged there
She lifts up her head
Staring into his blue eyes
Eyes that are so reassuring
Filled with love
Eyes that seem to promise eternity.
Then one fine morning
She sat down on a mat
Closer to the rugged gate
Winnowing wheat
Singing ‘the song of the great warrior’
From the North
The Kingdom of the mighty King Xerxes
And the elusive enchantress Lucia
Came a great warrior by the name Attila
By his sword tens of thousands were slain
By his arrows thousands lay on the battle field
All hail the great warrior!
All hail the mighty King!
Then a man came up to the rugged gate
Walking with a slight limp
Wearing an old tattered uniform
His visage looking weary
His eyes shinning bright as the sun
And from his lips came a soothing song
‘praise be to the Mighty God of the universe
The giver of life to the wretched
the lord of great knowledge
the provider of sustenance in due season
all honor be to the great King of the earth
and the master of the heavens'
She looked up to see a frail man
The warrior she adored
The man she loved and kept in his heart
For whom she waited
For whom she prayed
She ran and fell into his arms
She sang the song of joy
For love and peace at last