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Premium Member Ragnarok: the Storm

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
© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epyllion


Missing Nick

What was missing in my life?
You!

I lived many years without you,
not knowing what I was missing.

One day a surprise came to us
at an unexpected late- in- life date,
it was a baby boy.

He smiled at us with blue eyes 
and bald little head,
and we were complete.

I treasured the cuddly feel of you, 
fitting into my arms so well,
your weight seemed just right,
to pack you around every day,
even as you grew and grew.

You added an element to my life
that had been missing.
I now learned to slow down, 
stop at playgrounds, push your swing
 and sit in the one next to yours,
leaning back, looking up into
 the crowns of swaying trees.

Taking walks, delighting in gathering fallen
red maple leaves, watching bugs 
and birds.

  Frogs and crawdads appeared in our bathtub,
I emptied your pockets while doing the wash
 of rocks, seashells, dried katidid shells, 
sticks and marbles.
I learned that stepping on jacks 
at night while going to the bathroom hurts.

On your first fishing trip you accidently hooked a duck
and cried because you thought you hurt it.
I already knew of your compassionate heart.

You and I  laughed and cried watching " Free Willy,"
"The fox and the hound" and "Alladin."
You brought joy to my life.

I learned that it is exciting to watch you play soccer,
I cheered and hooted and watched from the bleechers,
while you ran your little heart out, 
I watched for signs of your asthma acting up,
but luckily you seem to outrun it.

On the first Halloween  you were a little
 smiling pumpkin that I  pushed in the stroller,
but soon you were running with your buddies, 
dragging a pillow case filled with candy,
and I had to scurry to keep up with you.

On your first day of school I was nervous,
I had to leave you with strangers.
Several of us Moms were hanging around the hallway
peeping into the door's little window,
until they made us leave.

Then came field trips, help with homework, 
I was "room mother" to be near you and help,
and visited you  in the cafeteria at lunchtime
 on "Parent's day."

Suddenly, you are taller that me!
The braces came off, and you have a summer job,
and you are very good with it, I am proud of you.

You now have a Highschool Diploma and 
are getting your driver's licence,
but you will always be my little boy, 
and I will love you forever.

Love, Mom

Premium Member A Beach Within My Reach

I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good 
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:


Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted   to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest
Form: Limerick

~ (~) ~ the Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #4 of 6) ~ (~) ~

As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog
cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes
in the room just in time and laughs together. With our dog cocking her head slightly and
barking with us. As our kitten Timid whacks at her ears stops again and chases her wagging
tail, hysterically.

And I tell you if it is all I can do to cherish the freshness of these things, friend I
will. I tell you I've already won.

My baby's laughter there in the highchair clapping with his superman bottle sitting in his
diaper splashing away all over Him listening to Dave Matthew's' It's Not Easy To Be Me
waving it in one hand as he shimmy's and rocks too and fro to the beat of the ambiance of
the new day, yes, reminds me ... .

Our Oreo cookie looking kitten named pounce, playing alone today now there
in-the-rain. How everything from birth has remained so curious to him. His
resilience as he laid there with her saying goodbye ... . As Gracie his sister just passed
on, yesterday. So I feel fate brings us to this opportunity, gentle mercy, tender beauty,
purest of goodness, when willing, everyday. Though even we do, or do not pray.

Like the perfect feel of those glorious tender kisses. Sweet caresses flying footballs
bike riding scuffed up knees tender love and band aids humming-birds-humming.
As-they-hover by the honey water feeders. The dog barking Pounce and Timid playing with
their super bouncy ball bouncing around whimsically too and fro. The Mango Chicken
Surprise chicken in the Set-It-and-Forget it rotisserie. Slippery wet feet legs flung up
swinging arms and tossing shoes loud thunks of your older swimmer Son slipping coming in
from His morning workout on the linoleum floor being just freshly mopped right bye the
back door.

As Mama cries out ""sorry Son" the dog or cat peed and you yell too"" You alright", and he
yells back frustrated "Whatever!" "This is a crazy family"! "I want out" Let me out"! And
yes some other real good humor I cannot really hear right now, and as well yes I feel he
is like Jim Carry and Robin Williams and a lot like me and my morning coffee.

Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWJVmk8s9NU&playnext=1&list=PLAAF17CBEBB7C3D44&index=78
© James Long  Create an image from this poem.

Laughing Little Dog

I ‘m blue like a tick on a hound                                                                                                                                                        the laugh has gone can’t be found                                                                                                                                  if anyone sees my laughing little dog                                                                                                                  Run him home I’m feel’n so blue                                                                                                                        the laughter has left the house                                                                                                                                       all that stirs is some old mouse                                                                                                             The laugh has gone can’t be found                                                                                                         I feel so blue like a tick on hound                                                                                                                             I know I’m howl’n like a hound                                                                                                                  if anyone sees my laughing little dog                                                                                                   Run him home I’m feel’n so blue                                                                                             when laughter lives your house so will you                                                                                                                 the laughter has left the house                                                                                                                        the laugh has gone can’t be found                                                                                                 I ‘m blue like a tick on a hound
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Time Is Up

Its dark, i cant see
In this park,  its just me
A wrong turn and I'm lost wandering
Was too deep in thought just pondering

There's no one around its dead quiet
Pitch black at night, total silent

I feel the cold of a beasts stare
From the shadows it's everywhere

teeth that'll tear through bone and muscle
Eyes that glow at night
Gotta pick up the pace and hustle
Theres no way to stand and fight

It's cunning trot is getting nearer
Try to focus my eyes to see clearer

It's large I can feel the steps on the ground
It's quick, I hear it moving around

It's stench is unmistakably evil
It's intentions are unmistakably devil

Like a bullets release, it's come
Now I know where it's coming from

No fight, just flee
At night, just me
What kind of god can let this be

Try to run, feet are frozen 
My final moments, right now, I've been chosen

It's gaining speed
It's got one need
To feed

My first step weighs a ton
Step after step, one by one

Pick up the pace
Or it's my last race

It's coming
The fear is numbing 

It's got no emotion
Beg for my life?
It wouldn't consider the notion

It doesn't wanna hear me plead
It just wants to make me bleed

Start to run
I'm thinking
This is no fun
I'm sinking

Like running in soup
I can't recoup

The speed I had as a kid
Wishing I could remove a lid

Of a can of whoop ass
On this beast but its too fast

It's breath is on my back
I can feel it
Everything's still pitch black
I can’t see it

One more step, and I'm weightless
Picked up twenty feet off the ground
This part is when I'm helpless

I land hard like a truck, and I'm stuck

It's weight on my back
Ready to attack

Face down
On the ground
The only sound 
Is the sound
Of this beast 
of a hound
With its feast
That it has found

Why am I awake for this?
Why must I be the only witness?

To these teeth ripping me to a shred
This beast wished me dead

No pain. just the pressure of fate
If anyone came now, it'd be too late

Acceptance is my only mechanism
This is how I die, no more skepticism

As my mind goes, my life passes
My loves, my losses, my contributions
It all passes

The last thought through my mind; this time

The beast that easily destroyed me
Will destroy you, you'll see

Because this beast has a name in this rhyme
The beasts name
Is time

Justin Thyme

Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. 
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. 
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson. 
I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets.
Now my hound pulls at my trousers.
When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers.
I'm pale looking clownish.
I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering.
Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing.
Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt.
Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown. 
I've got to get out.
Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot. 
A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation.
A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation. 
A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes.
As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying.
Embracing the night watching day light escaping.
Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens.
The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil.
I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped. 
Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest.
Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss. 
Analysing my past thinking did I even exist.
Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful
Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start  dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon.
God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet. 
The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night.
Was made strict then was bitten by count
Dracula.
Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous  spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula. 
Tendrils gargantuan. 
Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance. 
Inserting the catheter.
Wired like capacitors.
Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
Form: Rhyme

1960

Johnny Cash gives it away for free,
John K says he would like to be Prez.
Richard Nixon will run against him,
so the republican party says.

Lamar Cox gets 44th KO,
‘The Stilt’ scores 58 in one game.
In high school Heater’s 135,
gives him claim to some basketball fame.

Presley says goodbye to the Army,
and is back on the recording scene.
X-15 sets a new record height,
‘Sit-in’ becomes protesting’s new thing.

Queen ‘Liz says they’re the ‘House of Windsor,’
“Unsinkable Moly Brown” goes down.
The first Playboy Club hits Chicago,
Ebbit Field is knocked down to the ground.

A 9.6 quake in Morocco,
takes more than 15000 poor souls.
Another sends Hawaii a wave,
kills over 17000 more.

Cardinals move to Saint Louie,
Chicago White Sox wear their new threads.
Oversized mitt designed for catchers,
will keep their hands from turning all red.

USSR says they’ll stop testing,
Krushchev bangs on the desk with his shoe. 
Lasers will light up the science world,
France now has an Atomic bomb too.

Satellites can now track the weather,
the court says ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ okay.
Civil Rights bill passes the senate,
new birth control pills are here to stay.

‘We shall overcome’ is new anthem,
but not at the riots in Jacksonville.
MLK gets jailed in Atlanta,
while preaching for equality still.

Senate investigates “Payola,
Alan Freed’s one of the 9 accused.
Meanwhile over in Comensky Park,
their new exploding scoreboard debuts.

Americans pay high earnings tax,
John K and Nixon go for the throat.
They debate 4 times on our TV,
before Kennedy gets the most votes.

Say hello to Aretha Franklin,
Chubby Checker has us in a twist.
Huckleberry Hound wins an Emmy,
Cassius Clay is the best with his fists.

A jet hits 2000 MPH,
California cops say UFO.
The atomic reactor is born,
Flintstone’s is the next hit cartoon show.

Lee, Richard and Maurice Petty go,
against each other in the same race.
Richard beats his brother and daddy,
which gives racing world a new face.

Paul and Best kicked out of Germany,
we are not really sure what they did.
Clarabelle speaks in her final show,
simply voices the words, “Goodbye Kids”.

The world’s moving faster and higher,
technology seems to have no cap.
Back in Wakenda, at 3 years old,
I’m still taking an afternoon nap.
Form: Rhyme

Covid Waltz

A Rondo In 23 Verses

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my life for sure. 

I hate masks but I wear them.
Fogging my view with each breath
They blind me to dangers in traffic
Forecasting my vehicular death.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my walking for sure. 

A haircut or facial nice to conjure.
I look like a portrait of doom.
My grey roots protrude and grow longer
The mirror reflects all of my gloom

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my beauty for sure. 

And Zoom every day, I hate it.
Playing Hollywood Squares with the mob.
At least I can work here pantless.
Until I find a new job.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my career for sure. 
 
At gym I used to sweat bullets.
Admiring the bodies around.
But now its reduced to a laptop.
And some formless voice counting down.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my physique for sure. 

Homeschooling my children is stressful.
They hate every thing that I do
They look upon me as a jailor
A bossy mal tempered old shrew. 

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my family for sure. . 

And why can't we use our own dog walkers
Metabolically relieving the hound.
The city has forbidden this action.
Another way needs to be found.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my pet’s life for sure. 

And please don’t repeat this around
I have a lover every Wednesday afternoon. 
Since they're not strictly in my bubble,
We can’t, you know what, in a room.  

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined sex life for sure. 

Look, I know that millions are dying
I’m not insensitive to that. 
But my lifestyle has taken a beating
You can’t call me a brat for that. 

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and movements
It has ruined life for sure.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Neverland

On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street,  where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles,
deep in the amber of tall weeds and dry grass.

It wasn't too far from the patched wire fence
that hemmed the backyard of my Grandmother's house.
Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed,
while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes,
would spread with the tumbleweeds, now tossed into rows
like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone  

There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose
from Grandma's  old arbor, that loomed in the distance
A rusty old weather vane like a merry-go round
would spin like a top that might never stop
The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound
would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found

But, deep in the field, was a land of our own
A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in this poem

In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad
was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed.
And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands
While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook,
assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew
of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books

While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing
"Tinker", my name...in this masculine game..
I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky
and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes......
I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky

I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........
       for he was much older, much wiser than me
I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away
Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays
of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play.
We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die 

Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity
Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues
while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes
and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon




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Form: Narrative

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