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The monastery was easy to subdue, the Norse warriors left nothing useful and those who attempted to escape were cut down. A few terrified prisoners, mostly young men and women, were spared. This was the start of the Irish invasion that gave rise eventually to a Celtic nation.
Over the next two decades, the Vikings ventured further inland, and small settlements sprang up along their path. Thora was now middle-aged an old woman by the standards of the day.
It could be said that Thora had grown complacent with her surroundings. The local inhabitants always had a healthy respect for the wetlands, she did not. One stormy day while out hunting fowl she found herself trapped in the bog. Relentlessly the peat closed around her. Thora died without a sword in hand; her death was not noble or worthy. With dying breath she cursed the old gods. Thora's burial ground is unmarked and was never found or perhaps it is better to say it has not been found yet.
Windswept peat fields are always reluctant to give up their secrets however, when the time is right they will relinquish their prisoners.
The story continues: Invasion Part-Three
A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”
I said, “Ooh, get you,” in a mock comic voice
He said, “Tis a brave man, that mocketh my choice
To vanquish the blaggard of doubtful intent
So desist young scoundrel and be thee not bent.”
I said, “Leave it out guv, you’ve gotta be nuts,
You look a right numpty, there’s no ifs or buts
What kind of hero do you claim to be
You look like a dollar store loser to me.”
Well he stood feet apart with his hands on his hips
He gave me a look that said, “You’ve had your chips.”
Instead he said, “I roam alone like a cloud
To snare ye that do-eth what be not allowed.”
I laughed in his face and I told him he’s bonkers
And his tights were revealing his couple of conkers
And then I said, “Give up this crime fighting caper
Or soon you’ll be ridiculed in the newspaper.”
Suddenly there was a screeching of tyres
Out of a Buick leapt Machete Myers
He shouted, “Oy, nutter, get outa my way
Or you’se gonna go meet your maker today.”
The self proclaimed hero spoke firmly, “Behold,
Hast I not crossed hosts of daffodils - gold
To stay thee thy hand as thy crime was foretold
And in yonder jailhouse then thee I shall scold.”
Machete Myers with his machete out
Laughed, uncontrollably falling about
He collapsed in a heap and died where he laid
By coming down hard on his own lethal blade
I said, “Okay, Mister, you’ve saved all our bacon
It seems that it could be that I’ve been mistaken
You’ve talked us both out of a grave situation
But that gear you’re wearing is one weird creation.”
The man in the cape and the over tight tights
Who had just put out the machete man’s lights
While speaking in rhyme said, “I have a plan,
I shall fight crime and be called Souperman.”
I have survived trauma, Cancer, Lyme disease, Head Traumas,
Many surgeries, bowel obstruction and infection
For those with health issues, life can really hit rock bottom
Pain can be unbearable and also be ongoing
Near death experiences are as scary as can be
But, I tell you this because you can heal and you can survive
You can find ways to get through the pain
You can adapt however possible to still do what you love to do
Never give up what you believe in, no matter what
You can still create to get through things
You can still write, as much as you can
It is never easy, but it is in fact possible
To keep dreaming, to keep trying, to keep fighting
To be all you can be with whatever you are faced
You may feel stuck, but just not there yet and I testify
---- You CAN do it ---
Heidi Sands
5/7/18
They claim that you were ‘outdated,’
old-fashioned and ‘not with the times,’
because you hesitated to
give up traditions of your kind.
They claimed new was always better,
that you weren’t on history’s side.
You noticed their way rarely worked,
“Reactionary!” they all cried.
Your life already had you stressed,
so you just went along with it,
unwed mothers, disturbed children,
more and more it all went to s#@t.
You’d hoped to get them off your back,
that bending the knee would bring luck,
instead they brayed,”You damn white man!”
What you do is never enough.
Then they claimed it was your skin,
it’s ‘privilege,’ you ‘can’t understand,’
despite working since age fifteen
and not being a college man.
Your dad didn’t clear forty K,
and mom barely made half of that,
yet they called you ‘oppressor,’
for the world’s ills you got the rap.
Accused of crimes you didn’t do,
that were done before you were born,
told your skin made would a bad man…
Now where have I heard that before?
You plead to crimes of men long dead,
in hope it would make things less rough,
but then they cried,”You toxic male!”
What you do is never enough.
Next they said that masculine men
are no better than raging rapes,
they called you ‘sex predator,’
said all male-female sex is ‘rape.’
They say male instincts are ‘toxic,’
and somehow will bring the world’s end,
you point out that men built this world,
they just get mad, or won’t listen.
You saw some man get thrown in jail,
only to learn the woman lied,
a life ruined, yet challenge them
and “Believe all women!” they cry.
You know much is hysteria,
but go along to get some love,
yet they still won’t sleep with weak men,
what you do is never enough.
Then they go on TV and ask:
“Why are all our men drifting right?
Why do them meme and laugh at us,
and banish us all from their sight?"
You don’t believe that anyone
is too dumb to figure it out,
but the left thinks they’ve done no wrong,
they’re truly confused and in doubt.
They thought that demonizing you
would somehow make your nature change,
as if you were just some chess piece
that they could simply rearrange.
But you’re sick of the ‘purity’ tests,
and all that cultish lefty stuff,
The right love individuals,
being one is more than enough.
As the moonlight reflected on a lake
Whomever you choose to be or make,
Your mind and heart can have a choice,
Add my consent if fair according voice.
Ether happiness is just a state of mind
Like joyful clouds gather or go with wind,
All states of mind, may also reproduce
Themselves in physical forms or use.
Unknown station, future may belong to hoards
Ready to gather up and sharpen the swords.
Fear may becomes panic. Its rhymes get witness
As exhausted love may become possessiveness.
If we could only have a little a bit more time,
More money, more love, maybe a better rhyme
More known or unknown thing he did not have,
We’d be truly happy. All these make us behave.
Any sequoia will watch us from higher places.
Each repressed emotion in childhood lets traces.
Cycle of life: tangled branches of every wood.
Angry may bring kind of rebel like Robin-hood
Grief may become chronic deep depression,
Envy may become jealousy, even obsession.
Sorrow looks like a robin, but what else may be?
Or sing another song, or choose another tree!
Sweet and soothing, the night is settling by now.
Shadows loaded with sleep, dull, soft and slow,
Clouds over the earth like water ready to give up.
Playing : softly, slowly, joy of love grow up:
Feelings, like the steam carried over a precipice,
So, wishful thinking carried over prejudice,
Sneaking through the trees, moon runs to here.
White lights turn off, descend and may disappear.
The overtaken, discolored, pale moon`s childhood
A hidden rhythm presides and resolves this mood
Of tonalities loaded with the hope that does not fear
New dreams crawl to the heights to fresh air.
You need a measure, if want too much without be able
Rebound for men like the expensive wine on the table.
Serotonin beyond each ill that would corruption bring,
Over dose brings neuroses, or subjective suffering.
If the feelings` denominator can flood the cognitive,
Try keep smiling: in good transfer as dough can live
Resilient like the seasons`colors and scent of the leaves
Enjoy the joy of the others under the unknown eaves.
Cum what may we should always try and be happy.
Happiness actually is and adds to a person’s beauty.
This life is a rollercoaster ride it gives bumps to us every now and then.
Do not give up so easily and always have the attitude to do it again.
Without these ups and downs will this life be worth living?
If we do not face these challenges there is no fun in ageing.
Since birth we face obstacles in our path and we learn from them.
We always keep learning every moment even from a simple stem.
Hope is something which gives us the courage to keep going.
Keep smiling as our face should always look charming.
Happiness is very essential for living and survival as humans on this earth.
Give it your best because it may be the last chance as this might be our last birth.
If life were a book, I'd hesitate to touch it,
Standing on the edge of the shelf, fearing to discover,
That the story is written in tears and deep shadows,
I'd burn the pages with a match of extinguished memories.
But fire doesn't erase, it only turns to ash,
And the desire to read on is like a curse,
For this book must be read to its end,
And life, no matter how bitter, must be lived and felt.
If life were a book, it would have no title,
No word can encompass its entire essence,
If life were a book, I don't know what I would change,
For the unknown is the charm that binds me to it.
A single word changed would rewrite everything,
My story would be entirely different, without a doubt,
Even if it's bitter, I wouldn't give up the people in it,
I embrace the good with the bad, for that's how it must be.
But what if the bad is too much and hard to bear?
What if the good isn't worth the pain it brings?
What if the good isn't good enough for my soul?
The questions flow like a river, winding through fields of longing.
I wish I could choose a life perfect like a novel,
With a happy ending and a moral, with gentle ups and downs,
Perfection is a dream no one reaches,
Yet everyone tries to live it, seek it, create it.
In the flow of my consciousness, endless questions stream,
Where each thought is a chapter I haven't written,
Dreams are pages I've never turned,
But the hope of finding the answer keeps me awake.
Until then, I continue to read, to live, to dream,
To hope that one day, life will wear the desired light,
And that I'll find meaning in the unwritten words,
For each day is a new page, a beginning.
~You~
(Jesus Tears)
You
Have pain
And sorrows
But in God there's
Always love and hope
Trust him test him
He's beside
You right
There
Look
At bright
Side of life
When sun comes out
And a child just smile
When a rose blooms
And rainbow
In sky
Shows
Live
Love laugh
Just aim high
Reach for the stars
Never give up life
It has ups and
Downs just hang
In there
Tight
Hold
On fast
To your love
Don't let it go
Keep it in your heart
Just show you care
Always with
All you
Have
Do
Not cry
Cause better
Days will just come
Need to Believe
Always have Faith
Hopes and dreams
Just fly
Soar!
Keep
Your dreams
In your heart
Don't let them go
True love and dreams keep
Just protect them
Nurse them with
All your
Love
Don't
Be sad
Don't feel bad
Feel discouraged
It is not the end
There is tomorrow
Love yourself
Trust God
Too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
September.28.2015
~Authors Notes:
"Jesus Tears" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, in 2009.
I used to sleep at night,
Feeling so down while hugging my pillow very tight.
I couldn't help myself but to cry,
I didn't know what to do so I just let out a sigh.
I used to ask myself,
"Where can I be at peace?"
I was so in with this belief,
That being loved by someone gives you happiness.
Then after so many sleepless nights,
There's one thing that I realized.
Peace and happiness don't depend on another person,
I just have to love myself first then great things will come on.
So then I started standing on my own,
Fighting with my battles even though I'm alone.
I finally saw the beauty of life that was so bright,
Replaced the darkness that before was all over my sight.
I am so glad that I didn't give up,
Now I know where my peace is at.
But it's not only peace and happiness that I have found,
I also found God, the One who picked me up when I was so down.
And when I thought that I was alone,
He was there with me all along.
With Him, I feel so blessed and loved,
Giving up is not an option for I have God.
I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,
We have had yet another fight,
And as yet it is our end of the night.
He says he wants to show me he only cares,
But it is not love I feel, as I lay there.
I say, "No I am to sore and in pain."
He moves forward anyways as my tears fall down like rain.
I beg and plead and say, "Please no more"
But that is not what for me he has in store.
I give up as my claims fall on deaf ears,
I just lay there in my pool of tears.
I know he knows what he is doing,
That this is not my choosing.
What once was an expression and an act of our lovemaking,
Has now become something that he thinks is his right in just taking.
The days that I used to crave and hunger for his touch,
Have now turned to an act I must endure as such.
Even though he knows this is wrong and our fight has really had no end,
He believes that in this and this alone our love will transcend.
As he is holding me there on that bed,
Another world is where I go in my head.
He is my husband and I am his wife,
I can't believe this has become our life!
I lay there numb of spirit and mind,
Waiting and waiting for the end of time.
I think of all the ways that I can make him pay,
But in the end, as usual, I stay!!!
This is not the life I bargained for,
There in this life has to be more.
Why with this one man is it hard for me to walk away?
With any other man, I would not stay!
Now the time has come that I can take no more,
Though the time has not come to settle the score.
He begs and pleads for me to stay,
He can't bear for our love to go away!
I still love him and I know that is sick,
But we cannot help who our hearts pick!
I can, however, leave him alone,
I won't write nor will I phone.
His days of cruel treatment and torture so vile,
Are long over, there will be no trial!
I have become judge, jury, and executioner in this relationship!
You can bet there will no more second trips!
Time to move on and to heal,
I cannot and will not give him an appeal.
A new life is what I am forever bound,
A new love is what I found.
He does not get all of me,
For now, he is fine to let me be.
Will I ever be able to love again with all my heart?
Who knows, but now is the time to start.