Long Viking Poems
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if my voice could breath sweet melody
and loom across the ancient sea
shall crimson lips breath thy last goodbye
northern winds shall carry sweet reply
unto a gloomy grave thus thine fled
the Norwegian Theresa I vow to wed
and thou I be in dreadful loneliness
leap from the ocean tide in hopelessness
many the days thy face appears
hidden in a moist and misty veil
'tis my love that shall prevail
and thou thyself myself doth cheer
I watched the wounded night fade
twilight's sky turn to jade
a jeweled crown the day renown
for of my pilgrimage have settled down
thou my spirit wonders forth
from the Viking cities of the north
unto the seven seas of mythology
remaining true without apology
a sultan’s palace and the throne
what sorrow brings to sail alone
and turn my eyes unto the south
journeying to the Nile's mouth
for; lo what changes time can bring
and hear thine heavenly voice but sing
what incantation life may bring, yet, I care not
this beleaguerment 'twas what I sought
and caught the twilight while yet aflame
calling Theresa, Theresa my Norwegian dame
I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom
My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan
I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever wither
I am Lin of the winds
The goddess of the meadows
I bring forth springtime’s magic
And the song of meadowlarks
I am Lin who hails from lands of reverie
Of the many crosswinds I am Lin
Read on air by invitation ~ January 9, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
I don’t know how to begin this poem
But I love the way I wrote about you,
It’s amazing and it’s true
Putting so much effort into this,
If I could fly an emoji’s kiss..
Your eyes and smile’s gleaming back at the mirror selfing,
Made my day and wish I could warm your heart
I’ll be glad even if it’s miles apart
Dang boy! How could I resists you?
Your four letter name lingers my boo
You taught me so many things
Like having a mojito in a drink
Favorably, needed that song
I know you know this girl doesn’t read context
Isn’t funny how these words are so poetic
Imagine having someone to listen
With a poke of give me your everything
Now smooth like I am always ready even if I am half dead..
My tanned skin and your favor bliss
Feels the same I vowed long enough for my viking
Tis you and I vibe together
Like you are my master I ain’t pleases another..
I'd wear pink,
To meet him for the first time
So that he'd know that I am soft
Even if I hold a steady pout on my face
Just so as to appear like
A Viking Queen!
I'd wear white
To meet him for a night date
So that he'd just look at me
And see, reflected from my shine,
The meaning of innocence and purity
And would therefore make it a must
To treat me as he would himself
Be deemed to be treated like!
I'd wear red
For both our wedding ceremony and
Our wedding night
So that he'd tremble and shake
With insurmountable passion
Creating jolts of tsunami waves in him,
Bidding him to want to hold my heart in his
And to never want to let go!
But my love be my muse
And even if my life remains dedicated towards
Meeting him somewhere where the horizon
Merges with the skyline,
Somewhere where I shall relish the feel of the wind
On my face as well as its caress upon my hair,
My love writes of its story solely for him
And while I shall be treading upon the marshy lands
Of this uncertain world,
I shall wear all the colours that are known
Merely because my time spent here
Is a celebration of my muse-ful love
I can hear the roaring in sea off the coast of Null with big boats engine penetrating the deep and the loud chatter of the fishermen in in the middle of the ocean screaming and shouting as they pull in their nets with hundreds of big trout trying to break out.
Thats the biggest catch they have made all week and so the joyous celebration on board went on for about an hour drinking vodka and eating snail before they made their way back to the shore.
There is a splendid magic in the sea and you have to search high and low to find it, the fish will take you there and you must find it and released it before the end of the year.
Oh precious watery sea you lie there with your open bosom looking at thee, your slippery body spreads out on the ocean floor, waiting for the mullet to play hide and seek under the reef and swim with you back to the shore.
You have exposed yourself to the fish monsters prowling around in the sea, and they have the perfect recipes selected for thee, see the Viking boat over there, you have nothing to fear they have lived in the water for centuries and they know everything about depth of the ocean. The ships are way out yonder so move your boats to the other side.
The waves are beating on the rocks trying to pull you back into the sea. The sea gulls are everywhere ,on the shore and flying in the air, the sun is beckoning you to come because the entire village is on the run. They have broken village door and everything is washed out on the shore.
The sea gulls are getting ready for a meeting see them landing on the shore and greeting one another at the door, the tide is riding high, tension is decreasing and ships are entering the shore.The sea and the sun will meet and sign the final decrees to settle your heart beat.
The 5 Eyes Clic
Written By: D. Collins 4/13/17
Every time I hear it; it gives me pause.
How these five nations could even have the balls?
Australia and New Zealand belonged to Aborigines.
Canada and the U.S. brought Indians to their knees.
Let’s not forget the British, who paid lute to survive.
Blending with Viking society just to stay alive.
I bet you won’t find this in a history book.
You’ll find they have pale skin, just take a 2nd look.
Their governments are run without people of color.
Dropping bombs on those who check the box of “Other”.
The Trilateral Commission has not grown to five.
Just to throw us off, they call themselves 5 Eyes.
Viking ship glided into the port at two in the morning
The sailors had slept through it, snoring was heard by fish
Aurora Borealis was flashing lavender blue and green lights
A show no human saw that evening, as everyone was sleeping
There were no sounds of oars dipping into the water.
Norway was silent, as were the woods and the ship.
The men slept as soundly as any army ever had.
Morning would be soon enough to start the celebration.
Some had not returned, which is always sad.
Especially when they left behind a young sweetheart.
Or left behind a loving wife with three little Norwegians.
The silent ship drifted in under the smile of Aurora Borealis.
In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The frosty sky in winter night burns in flashes of aurora borealis.
The North Sea stretches the long arms through the blue fjords,
the visible heritage of the glacial deep scoop of the Pleistocene,
dissects the corrugated coastline as if sliced by the Viking sword.
I was held captive there for a long time by the magnificent scene.
To unravel the petrified mysteries of the Nordic Caledonian rocks
I crossed many dales and ridges of the geologic arc west of Bergen,
walked for days across the uninhabited islands where eagles flock.
In the cold crystal rains the shelter of the ancient caves I had taken.
On my travel I stayed a number of days in Lyderhorn, a small village
overlooking the tranquil turquoise waters of the narrow Loddefjord.
A gracious lady of the pretty house, Julia Aasen in her advanced age
gave me a furnished room at a rent that at the time I could afford.
She used to invite me for dinner at her place almost every evening,
offered me plate full of peppered boiled potato and hot fiskeboller,
slices of brown bread she baked with thick Jerlsberg cheese topping,
showed fondly the faded pictures of her late husband, a fish seller.
Time came to leave and say heart-felt ‘tusen tak’ on a freezing day.
She presented me a pair of woolen gloves she had specially knitted.
Years later when I wear these her frail touch they remotely convey,
I feel the warm heart of Julia of Norway although she has departed.
September 28, 2017.
Valhalla
rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors
is frowned upon.
I know of a man when building a home, used
gravestones as building material
He stayed in the house one night
could not stand
the whispering voice let me out of here
it was all a mistake
Moved into the barn shared with two cows
a mule, a dog, and several cats
From history, we know of Viking chieftains
recently converted to Christianity by Irish monks
that when sitting doing nothing, the thought
of sex struck him
took out his knife and nailed his left hand to
the table forswore Christendom
converted back -to Odin and Thor's ancient faith
where Valhalla was a place of song and dance
and free Mjod for all
Written By: D. Collins 6/23/23
Let's all take a serious journey down memory lane.
From where the world's current oppressors originally came.
Didn't Vikings conquer, pillage, purge, and even rape?
Spread their seed around Europe then later invade the states?
When you got to America genealogy suddenly kicked in.
You became Vikings and slaughtered Native Americans.
If there is documented proof of where you actually come from?
Own up to the fact that your blood is Scandinavian.
Many years later you still rear your ugly heads.
In the form of Jim Jordan(s) with courts in your beds.
To all the states trying to wipe Black History away.
Since we were freed as slaves, we are here to stay.
We send billions to Ukraine and not a dime to Haiti or Sudan.
As far as I can tell, it fits right into the Viking plan.
Once you have forced submission and allowed to take over.
You blend into society, then pretend you have culture.
As, we were the first, we'll be standing in the end.
Regardless of the obstacles placed around every bend.
How could one ever believe anything you would say?
When the Viking bloodline is encoded in your DNA.