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Azura de'palls the grid,
surveyor on placebo crystal pillar lampstand,
mid eyeing treeline,
at curmudgeon sky.
Angels filter embrionic ether sift of gland,
at will beyond reason why as song impends.
Joy expands to fill empty vessel,
like a potters clay, wheel spin off of love.
To make it rise in sentience and have
witness of the day, cogs to move
like Fury's and Valkyries blessing the Sun.
Something of its own, has self bestowed,
but not on it's own but with witnessed promise Elysian Ode.
It is granted from the fertile soil turned by the long suffering toil, cascading from eyes to ears,
in water,-shed fountain beyond the years.
An urging of his mistress, poetess.
She is his elixir of siren
and beauty in his Chyrened espouse.
Gowned at the orphanage of foundry.
Engaged at the gaze of our Father in vowed.
Love, she is his muse, fountain of holiness,
his empress to empower.
She makes ready for the wedding the courtship
and bridal shower.
She is his bride,
and He shall not forsake her for another,
Protectinme.
You are radiant.
You will be given away by the Holy Spirit.
But kept, instill as inSister,
Mothered within His power through Mary,
who is God's Mother.
Love is in the Temple, Tower.
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
Just what you’ve
been waiting for
Coronavirus the movie.
First let the truth be told
coronavirus is taking out
the young and the old.
Babies to Senior citizens.
Celebrities, Royalty,
and World Leaders.
Anybody and everybody’s
prone.
Part of the cure
is to stay at home.
Hollywood couldn’t wait
A Movie series staring
people from around the world.
Self-Quarantine has become
the new way of life.
Social Distancing
has people coming together.
From NYC to Italy
people are singing
from the balconies.
This is not that kind of war.
They'll be no visit
from the Valkyries.
As we are praying for a cure.
New York City’s Broadway
is a ghost town.
And yet, spring breakers
are living it up on the beach.
If and when they can.
I hope they understand
Anything breathing can get it.
People are lining up
for Supermarkets
with empty shelves.
Restaurants if they’re open,
they are take out only.
The advertisement sounds
and Movie trailer sounds
just like this:
I heard it started with a bat,
or Could it have been
a pig farmer
with no plans to wash his hands?
Or was it a city executive
with a fever and sore throat
Well it started with someone.
And right now everyone
can get it.
More than the baffling
curiosity for modern medicine.
As doctors and nurses
are not immune.
A cure for the coronavirus
can't come to soon.
Spreading faster than gossip,
more dangerous
than a forest fire.
A powerful pandemic
Coronavirus the movie.
If you’re looking for
Hollywood’s
Ten Commandments
special effects.
Then check out
COVID-19 in 3D
(It’s a must see)
In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
A place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
And an ending of all griefs and sorrows
The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
Carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield
To Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
Where they are restored to life fully healed
Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
Are healed and each warrior made whole again
They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
That is always in great abundance for all
Providing a delicious gourmet treat
At Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall
July 18, 2014
Addition:
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I
am only quoting the first and last verses:
My strength is failing fast
(Said the sea-king to his men).
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
Steadily;
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
.......................................
Once alone a cry arose,
Half of anguish, half of pride,
As he sprang upon his feet,
With the flames on every side.
"I am coming! " said the king,
Where the swords and bucklers ring,
Where the warrior lives again,
Where the souls of mighty men
And the weary find repose,
And the red wine ever flows,
I am coming, great -All-Father,
Unto thee!
Unto Odin, unto Thor,
And the strong, true hearts of yore:
I am coming to Valhalla
O'er the sea."
http://www.rampantscotland.com/poetry/blpoems_seaking.htm
The woman who stands before you,
She sheds her armor,
To shall her honesty,
The truthfulness of her heart.
Her pure of heart.
She takes charge.
She never backs down.
She let's them see exactly who she is.
She leaves it all out there,
On the ground for all to see.
She's a hero.
She's a savior.
Yet, she only sees herself,
As a simple woman who,
Supports her sisters in,
The dark days ahead as we all,
Try and fight for what is only ours.
She is a mother.
She is a sister.
She is a wife.
Above all sheis a warrior.
In my visions I see her as a Valkyrie.
Oden is by herself.
He believes in us.
He fights for us.
I hear the war cry.
I visualize the shield maidens,
Hearing their war chant as I see,
Them grab their armor,
Shields and their swords,
Getting ready for war.
The Valkyries stand before us.
No words are necessary,
As she holds the elixir of war,
The bottle of elixir in her hands,
The war paint.
The war chant continues.
They started this and,
We will finish it.
I visualize all this as I,
Finish writing the bill.
I bill I will introduce to Congress,
Titled "The Valkyrie Bill."
L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale
b u r n i n g in bronze tears
of tornadoes,
limping and writhing,
screaming for release,
but
what if I am the mistress
of glass-cut dreams,
crowned with
razor-edged regrets,
and splintered serenity?
Would the raven breeze
then cocoon my soul
with delicate doom,
fueled by petroleum promises,
searing in deadly flares,
as if I were destined
to be a victim of
vindictive vengeance,
torn and tainted,
chained in poisoned
strings of pearls,
a reflection of resignation,
of how kismet calligraphies
draped me in haunting ivory,
as the devil’s widow,
of when I vowed to serve
chastised chamomile,
of the night my innocence
was baptized in infected rivers,
rippling and ricocheting~
bleeding black with thorns…
O deranged twilight,
my heart aches in angst,
singing scars beneath
starless spheres,
where the moon is silenced,
eclipsed by the sun,
and the earth sighs
an unheard requiem
for the fractured skies,
stirring nocturnal feathers
to flutter and soar
in sync with the
beautiful tragedy,
while I lie in a sealed casket,
adorned with russet trinkets,
shadowed in macabre musings,
breathless and bruised,
alive, yet void of purpose
awake but sleep-walking
like an insomniac corpse
lost in the lethal gaze of life,
tracing emblems of the Valkyries,
caged between
the rising of dawn
and frozen dusk,
pondering if this is the end
of the beginning~
a cursed reincarnation,
as I see no escape
from your ill-omened grip~
a casualty of your cruelty,
I remain,
caught in the desolate
haze of h a t e…
Merciless King
Beckoned by your hearts, endangered are your lives by the deranged.
Unto the frey i am thrown, upon my heart your mournful cry sewn.
With valor I berzerk valiant within my vitality.
Repugnant are the actions of your enemies, from my mouth I cry out my anthem!
From too unto fro, I outlast thy enemy that witch is yours.
They are them and their legends are fiends to me, I loathe their existence.
With thunderous footsteps my demeanor becomes meritorious, as I seize frozen are their veins.
As I endure the damage that is unjustly cut into me, I yearn yet for your love.
One by one you watch in gut-retching fear as I eviscerate all inquisitors.
As they come forth as legions I feel your heart start to burst into fire with your own desire.
With my stamina depleted and with half their legions defeated I fell deep to my knees awaiting the final blow.
With the valorous cry she let out the cry of the one hundred valkyries!
Like a lioness she charges in, no one messes with my man!
Forward she presses our enemies, she has just become the empress of my heart.
As she strikes the final blow to the fow fiend of my desperado, she gives rise to the true king in the nature of love.
Arisen to my feet I set forth my fortitude for her wings of grace, for together under unity shall we both be saved.
By her own still beating chest, may my heart still be reclaimed.
All for one or all for none, amen.
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
Sorting through shovels
and picks and hoes.
I found at the bottom
an Axe that glowed
Under the soot
as I smeared it away,
was writing in language
my mind cant convey
Smoothing an age
that layered its shaft,
I found underneath
it was a wonder of craft
I held it to the light
and shimmered its head,
the feeling that filled me
wasn’t of dread
A noise from outside
took my attention,
I wandered to find
myself in suspension
From out of the mist
came the chariot of sun,
drawn by six horses
and I stood stunned
Stepped in dust
that glittered my feet,
Odin debarked
this hero’s smile greets
Gobsmacked I watched
as he towered the sky,
a mammoth of man
my eyes cannot lie
With a flapping sound
two ravens appeared,
they sat on his shoulders
and spoke in his ear
Whilst In my periphery
shadows appeared,
his warriors followed us
with Shields and spears
Handing me Armour
the Valkyries made,
as he stood by my side
I be not afraid
Climbing the carriage
that traveled the heavens,
my Axe lifts with might
a battle call to legions
And as we lift off
Odin trans-morphed in sight,
as an eagle he soars
a battle staged through night
I fell in battle, sword in hand,
Invading someone else’s land.
Then I saw her, and she reached down,
To escort me from the battleground.
I’d let her take me anywhere,
With her winged helmet and braided hair.
She had me stand ‘neath Odin’s throne,
Where each warrior must stand alone.
One-eyed Odin judged me to be
Worthy to serve in his last army….
Daily killed and resurrected--
(Not quite the afterlife expected!)
Samurais taught me to sword-fight.
I learned spear and shield from a Hoplite.
Vikings taught me the battle axe,
And the Persians taught me sneak attacks.
We die each day and then come back,
Always practicing for Ragnorak.
She brings me mead, my Valkyrie,
And sometimes at night she favors me.
Since she’s nearby, it’s just as well--
This isn’t Heaven, but not quite Hell.
We’ll fight and sing to the war drums,
Waiting the day that Ragnorak comes.
(Chorus)
Our days are spent in miseries,
But at night we have the Valkyries.
Riposte and lunge, thrust and parry;
That’s all we do in Odin’s army.