Long Thor Poems
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Vikings in their sailing ships.
The ocean is their home.
Another of their ”buisiness” trips.
To new lands they will roam.
Hoist the sails, pull the oars.
Hone the axe and knife.
Brand new places to explore.
They love the viking life.
And it’s hey! Ho! Away they go!
O’er the horizon and gone.
The tide will ebb, the tide will flow.
Still, they sail on...
Vikings on their vessels true
Under cloudless skies.
The lookout cries, “Land in view!”
Sleepy sailors rise.
Beach the boat, jump ashore.
The village, yonder, waits.
Then say a thankful prayer to Thor.
The viking life is great!
And it’s hey! Ho! Away they go!
O’er the horizon and gone.
The tide will ebb, the tide will flow.
Still, they sail on...
But it is not all games and fun.
The captain can be a jerk.
But after all is said and done
They still love their work!
And it’s hey! Ho! Away they go!
O’er the horizon and gone.
The tide will ebb, the tide will flow.
Still, they sail on...
In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
amongst the hills and over the coarse scree.
The winds that whip and slink — the hailstones loudly clink.
Flashes segue to link — I quell the urge to blink.
My pulse quickens at the rank petrichor.
I ignore being drenched, making my soul soar,
I turn my face to the rain to taste more.
The storm will not abate — it’ll make me very late
for meeting that’ll seal fate — my destiny won't wait.
Our tempers complimenting to a T,
and search for impressive clichés in sync.
Remembering that which had gone before,
I’m quite blasé about the hot debate.
This poem was included in the 11-poem anthology dealing with hailstones, in the online publication Pick Me Up Poetry, March 2022:
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© SUZETTE SONNET—SUZNET for short (9 April 2021)
A 14-line sonnet of alternating triplets and couplets, concluding with a quatrain.
1. Rhyme scheme: aaa (b1–b2)(b3–b4) ccc (d1–d2)(d3–d4) abcd
2. The triplets are iambic pentameter [*/|*/|*/|*/|*/].
3. The rhyming couplets are iambic hexameter and include an internal rhyme, namely [*/|*/|*/—*/|*/|*/] (alexandrines).
4. Concluding with a quatrain in iambic pentameter that summarises the poem in a rhyme scheme set by the triplets and couplets.
5. The volta is at L9. OR the couplets may define pivots within the poem, ie a tilting or shifting in the mainline of thought. When the latter is employed, it needs to be uniform throughout the poem.
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LEXICON
ceraunophilia: (n) A fondness (loving) for thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
The term is derived from the Greek ‘keraunós’, meaning lightning or thunderbolt. On the flip side, ceraunophobia may be defined as a fear of thunder and lightning.
scree: (n) a mass of small stones that form a slope on a mountain.
segue: (v) 1. (in music and film) move without interruption from one piece of music or scene to another. 2. Move or shift from one state or condition to another.
petrichor: (adj) it describes how rain makes the hot ground smell at the first rains.
My dream holiday on an Island so far away
I’ve wanted to go there for many a day
‘Kon-Tiki’ film by Thor Heyerdahl caught my eye
Now Easter Island is a destination I dearly want to try
A journey, which would take me over land and sea
But to reach my destination would be a dream for me
Easter Island is located in the Pacific Ocean
I’d need to fly to Santiago de Chile then to Hanga Roa
The Rapa Nui tribe used to inhabit there
No trees are on the Island – isn’t that rare!
At one stage the Island suffered deforestation
This could explain the total devastation
The Island is famed for its archaeological sites
Its monumental statues cause many delights
‘Moai’ are the famous statues with oversized heads
They rest on rock altars ‘Ahu’ their own comfy beds
These incredible stone carvings are heavy and some are very tall
The largest at 86 tonnes would have been a nightmare to haul
To view all the statues I would stay for a day or two
I do hope one day my wish will finally come true
Contest Take a Vacation
Sponsor Lin Lane
02~03~16
I was just a kid
You threw the “book” at me
Hellfire, damnation, sinner!!
Repent!!!!
I was too young
To remember “penting”
So how could I do it again??
Purgatory….
“the not quite ready for prime time
waiting room for angels”
Confession??
Hey, If I ain’t tellin’ Mom
I ain’t tellin’ nobody.
The “transubstantiation”
//I can still spell it//
I thought it was a new stop on the RED LINE.
“The Caped Crusaders”
Aka NUNS
Wielding a thunderous yard stick
(Thor had nothing on these chicks)
Catechism
The first of my many schisms.
I am still just a kid
Delving into the alleged
“Divinity of Man”
Walking in the footsteps of mystery
Dabbling in momentary beliefs
Chasing shadows on a cloudless day
Experiencing the wonder of life
Standing naked in the world of the undressed
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2023
The heir to Jotunheim
A prince orphaned to war,
He grew up a brother to Thor
In the divine halls of Asgard.
The God of Mischief, he is called
True to his cunning and charm
He keeps daggers up his arm
You never know what scheme he is on.
He was not fond of Odin
But he deeply loved his mother
He learned his wily tricks from her,
Frigga raised him as her son.
But, in spite of his malevolent plots,
He did things we should reward
Like when he helped in saving Asgard
And he died by the hands
of the Titanian warlord.
22nd March 2023
Contest: Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Ligouri
Oh, Mighty is the Shield
Oh, mighty is the shield used by the man
Captain America. This great shield can
slice even through resistance of hard wind
and loss of it momentum can rescind
because of its concentric shape, and so
it is a weapon that the Cap can throw!
By accident this starred shield came to be
when its creator slept and did not see
the binding catalyst that made it great.
It was a substance none could duplicate!
Absorbing energy, it just makes more
and Cap can take a beating then from Thor!
The Captain merely stands on it, and he
is well protected by its energy.
Kinetic is this energy, and Cap
just stands on it, absorbing new impact!
It flaunts a star and stripes red, white and blue.
Not just a shield, it is a weapon too!
Written in time for the contest, Aug. 4
In horned helmets and draped in fearsome skins,
the Viking warriors berserk in the village.
Our men with sickles fight to save their kin
as blood runs the path, men rape and pillage.
Our loved ones butchered and, oh the din,
as sisters shackled are thrust in iron cages
And so, the Saxon shore of England bore
the hordes of Odin and the might of Thor.
With the blood of children still on their hands
we women were carried to their foreign shore
to live as trells, slaves in that cold land
amongst cattle and sheep we'd sleep on the floor
our every breath at their Kings command
no more to see our homeland, our green shore
And so, by fjords we woman lived and bore
children for Odin and the might of Thor.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Moment in Another Time
To veil light we cloaked it in bliss,
intellect lowered, minds fused,
together as magnets pull.
Where truth lies, we seek to find.
We built a throne of brick and breath,
And called the shadow ours.
Each heavy wall a quiet myth,
to hide the sun in castles.
The garments stitched of golden pride,
felt cold against the warmth and love.
We kept the fragile sparks inside,
obedient and still.
Yet forms must crack when roots expand,
And magnets lose their pull.
We drop the scepter from the hand,
And smash the hammer to pieces.
The cloth unwinds, the layers fall,
no armor left to wear.
No higher names, no sacred walls,
just silence in the air.
The blinding dawn breaks through the seams,
the pitch dusk takes hold of the gold,
leaving nothing left to hide.
I lay in my bed day by day,
thinking of what next to say,
I feel I dont love you
anymore,
its like I was drowning & now
I'm ashore
I feel no love & no hate my
heart is sore.
all is fair in love & war
Inside my twisted mind i mix,
Two very different links,
Today you die,
tomorrow you cry,
today I'm wielding a sword,
tomorrow I'm defeated by
your words.
I see you in my dreams,
but we are on different teams,
it feels so right & yet its so
wrong,
its like I'm in heaven, but not
for long.
I will kill you today & love you
tomorrow,
this day is on happiness & the
next sorrow,
Why am I like this? Are you to
blame?,
Why are you always that
flame?,
I stand in the midst of
Armageddon
ready for war,
with my armour & hammer
looking like thor,
I see you on the other side
are you looking for more?,
only God knows what it is
we're fighting for!
There was a painting offered as inspiration for this contest. I'm sorry I'm not able to include it for lack of a premium membership, but I hope I've managed, just a little, to set the scene with imagery.
Moonlight was diffused by a shadowed sky
Thunder hammered with the power of Thor
Sullen clouds released a deluge in downpour
Something about the night had gone awry
There was a flash of lightning; a blaring scream
With heart wrenching sobs, a woman wept
Her raven tresses billowed, wild and windswept
She appeared before me as a specter in a dream
I hesitated to call out, in fear she'd run away
but I could not ignore another mournful wail
Her arms were thin and she was ghostly pale
She shivered, trembled, and began to sway
She was frightened as though chased by death
Words were mumbled, but none of them clear
Her eyes searched the night, panicked with fear
I spoke calmly until she regained her breath
Her last memory was that she had gone to bed
and was having a nightmare about being stalked
Quite a distance from her home, she had walked
when lightning's crackle woke her from dread
I helped her home, sidestepping puddles of mud
She still trembled, not interested in conversation
She thanked me, but I had a moment of hesitation...
The porch light revealed she was covered in blood
August 6, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh