Taking the bus down the Clyde coast
to the lovely coastal town of Largs
where there is a walk along the seafront
often the winds blowing so many flags
There are nice grassy slopes around
bringing greenery to the fore
also, seats are periodically placed
for the not so fit who can't do more
Let's get walking and enjoy the views
there's so much to see that's all the rave
all along the path, there's sea to see
so glorious a sight of deep blue waves
Now there's the pencil within your view
this large stone shaped like a pencil
it goes right up to twenty-one metres
protected as a listed building not coincidental
Now we've reached our destination
it's turn around to walk the way back
enjoy all the views again will see
a lovely afternoon spent on the track
(Largs' in Scotland most famous monument is The Pencil, situated at the south end of the Prom, near to Largs Marina. The Pencil was built in 1912, to commemorate the Battle of Largs 1263, when the Scots defeated King Haco of Norway's troops on the shore at Largs after the 160 longships got caught in a storm.)
Categories:
longships, life, nature, travel,
Form: Rhyme
I left my home, the world to roam
it’s been now twelve years gone.
From a boy to a man
was a dreadful short span,
as I journeyed to valleys beyond.
Now the king, he has spoken
and battle has broken,
I’m wise to the ways of the world.
Long on the sword,
as we seek our reward,
to see our flag unfurled…
Sailed by starry dark of night,
our longships cross the sea.
Where a hundred headless horsemen
guard the gates of Galilee.
Each dawn’s a daily dance of death,
through battle smoke like dragon’s breath.
With echo axe to armor chink,
each onslaught we rebuffed.
You can invite the devil for a drink
…if you think you’re man enough.
Heavy’s the head that wears the crown,
when the blood of brothers’ beckons.
Weak is the sword, as it lies on the ground.
If there’s a will, there’s a way,
there are weapons.
But once the battle has ended
and our journeys’ been made,
there’ll be air in my lungs,
and blood on my blade.
As was foretold, our flag was unrolled
in the past… now once again!
Vikings prevail, each time we sail,
in the age of wooden ships
… and iron men.
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Categories:
longships, conflict, courage, hero, men,
Form: Rhyme
Casting
off the
shores,
bound for
faraway lands.
Setting
sail on
dark seas,
uncertain,
unknown
the travails
that await.
Crew steeled
for
adventure
exploration
fame
glory.
No
turning back.
Humanity
departing.
Longships
rising, slow
gracefully
plumes of
power
moving beyond
earthly bounds
out into the
cosmos.
Climbing the
ultimate
mountain.
Searching
exploration
triumph!
Categories:
longships, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
WICKED AFLOAT
He asails the Irish dawn-- avidly tore a hole in yellows
She in dreams --awaits his eyes blue-cast amidst the ice fog-- eagerly searches
Other maddened icebound maidens awaited longships and thrilling iron fellows
Weary of ice and snow -- encompassing thrumming asunder hearts --aborn to escape
Dragonheads emerge through ice clouds-- elate fragile idling maidens awake
Ships escort Thor's exhilerating beckoned iron hammered army
Categories:
longships, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse