I wanna spend Thanksgiving in a UFO
Thankin' the Cosmos for starlight's glow!
With veggies and fruits on my plate,
It's a Cosmic voyage that sure feels great!
Flying high, my saucer in the sky,
Mushrooms, squash, and peas roll by.
Thankfulness guides my heart, my art, my song.
At my Thanksgiving table, love belongs.
I want to paint like DeChirico in a dreamy haze,
While Roman columns fill my nighttime gaze.
Jupiter, Venus, and Odin are flying near.
My table is in Asgard with good mead and cheer.
Flying high, my space Saucer in the sky
Bluebirds and Cardinals are singin' nearby.
Planetary voices join in tune
As I sail beneath the Carribean moon.
I'm a Cowgirl, a pilgrim, a wanderin' woman.
The American spirit makes me feel free
With mashed potatoes and Seitan Stew,
Thanksgiving grits, yellow squash, and linguistic brew.
I'm flyin' high, my saucer in the sky.
Blessed be all, with peace to guide
Thanksgiving, the best Cosmic Holiday
Intergalactic with forever racing freeways!
My ode to Odin:
Hanging in Yggdrasil,
Neither in sky, nor on Earth.
For nine nights and nine days,
Without mead or a meal.
A self-inflicted spear wound,
As I sacrificed myself to myself.
I watched my blood flowing to the ground,
With my blood creating the runes,
As their wisdom entered my bones.
A Seidr I became to enhance my gain.
Ever since that moment…
I will never be the same.
My ancestors were Vikings and,
Their blood runs thru my veins.
They follow me in this life as,
I am a present day warrior.
I have a dream where I was a shield,
Maiden and fought with my father,
Brothers and sister shield maidens.
I am guided by Odin.
Odin bugle calls me to war.
He has visons and dreams that,
Shows us the future.
The future is Valhalla.
When we die an honorable death,
We are taken in the arms of the,
Valkyrie to our paradise, Odin's great hall,
In Valhalla, or the the chosen to fight.
We dream of where our spirits,
Become one with the love of Odin.
We praise of Odin and he shows us a,
Life that is better in Valhalla.
Take you no bread nor wine.
Craving will die in time.
For those who endure rime
will know a joy sublime.
Hanging from windswept tree,
know yourself, know your deeds.
Drooping now over scree,
suffer in bitter glee.
Many days without cup.
Many nights without sup.
Riddles and truths unstuck.
Screaming still, take them up.
Cut down from hickory,
rise now in victory.
Feat for the century,
spread now your alary.
Hammer strikes, thunders emerge ripping dark skies to burn Satan's toys___nukes
Aug 29, 2020
17 syllables ~Monoku
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest
Placement: 01
The Dawn breaks as planned ,
Mrs and Mr god look down upon their creations and children.
Mrs God weeps because the children have forgotten their mother and send her no thanks or love ,
Mr God is enraged at this insult.
He and Mrs God continue to look sorrowfully upon their children and at their constant fighting and killing of each other to say nothing of the planet that was gifted too them .
Mrs God holds the hand of Mr God , and with a tear asks "where did we go wrong " .
Mr God answers by embracing his goddess ,as storms of rage swirl in his eyes .
"Not all of our children are wicked " ,softly speaks Mrs God ,
“No not all " he sighs .
"But enough is enough",he demanded
We shall conclude their ways of non understanding and wickedness
‘And bring them into the light of gratitude once more.
Mrs God smiled at this truth and with a merciful wave of her hand ,
the Age of Ragnarök then began .
Slephnir for thou art mine as well with Odin
Trusted companion
whose rhythmic beating charms and guides us.
Yours is the carrier which protects and finds us,
Upon your back it’s that we proceed to unknown worlds and take council with those who have passed and we have loved before.
Slephnir ‘Thy mighty hooves send drumming through out all of humanity
And brings communion with the one and the great everything.
For these wondrous gifts I thank thee and pray
Your rhythm and gallop will always be with mine .
Odin:
The crimes of the father
Reach out to the son you yourself has agreed to that
Old as you are.
Loki:
Then you Odin are truly cursed
Even more so than me
And I had never agreed to that when it came
To any of the aesir, vanir or jotun.
Unless we were in a time of war.
And Thor and Vidar will inherit
The burden of those transgressions
Soon I shall be free Odin and when I am
The worlds will tremble and burn with my wrath
For the deaths of my children
From the betrayal of the aesir and vanir
Against the clans of Laufey and Farbauti and Muspelheim
For you odin and tyr for imprisoning me
Hast made an enemy of their king,Surtr.
And the ship of nails, will be the first sign odin
When the ship is spotted on the sea free of its mooring, my Chains will break
At the same time the fetters of my son fenrir shall shatter.
Then your doom and the doom of aesir is nigh.
For i am the firestorm,the breaker of worlds,the sly god,
The father of monsters and the flame dancer
I am in Hell’ my dear father
And we cannot be together
You’ll not give me last advice
You’ll not back me paradise.
I was killed by crafty Loki
In Death garden I am walking
Cry my mother cry my wife
Mistletoe has taken life.
I’m still waiting Resurrection
I have tired of disconnection
I am god of human spring,
But I’m running on the ring.
Loki shouts revenge is near
Poison touched his face like fear
Suffering rivers merged in lake,
But I cannot thank that snake.
I’m in Hell I’m dead I’m walking
In Death garden. Odin! Loki!
I’ll arise from ancient GLOOM
Can you hear the Day of Doom?
The Vikings were fearless seafarers
~ Their aim was, assaults and battle
... steal, rap and kill
On the mighty castle of Åsgard
~ It was Odin who is ruled
... and everyone knew it
Someone had heard that Vallhall was the kingdom of death
~ Was it really true that Valhall had a roof made of silver ?
Many chose the road to Odin's Hall
"Heaven bridge between the world of God
... and humanity in Norse mythology"
15/01/2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Fascism`s lack of Sanity
They are called Odin`s soldiers
And dress partly alike,
Leather jackets
Short cropped hair
And with an angry, righteous
Expression in white, round faces.
They claim to protect women
But they are just fascist who hates
People not like them.
For people from Syria or elsewhere
Who fled for their life
And often saw their loved ones drown,
Only came to the frozen north
As a last resort.
What people of Scandinavia need is
Intermarriage
To save them from dying drunk in
the snow.
They say that Santa is coming
But people don't know his real name
He's the old God of myth and legend
For Odin is his name
He rides his black steed Slepnir
He brings all the children Glee
He gives them gifts and candy
He has been around for an eternity
His bright red suit is really Grey
His beards not bushy and white
He doesn't have any reindeer
Nor does he give anyone a fright
He fly's around the world thanking
Thanking those who praise his name
Those who celebrate Yuletide
For Odin is his name
I sit beside the fire
Tankard of mead in my hand
Thinking of the comming battle
And what i do understand
I know i may die in this
Fighting for life and limb
Seeing my enemys charge me
Never letting my wits grow dim
I know the future is approaching
Where i must stand and fight
For my axe is here gleaming
And my sheild is in my hand
The battle is almost upon me
My blood boils in my vains
I stand and let out a warcry
As i will never be ashamed
My heart starts to beat faster
And my soul crys out his name
Odin please protect me
For i will always fight in your name
Called to arms
By the Spear God
Our Allfather Odin
He bids us welcome
Telling of the lies
being spread in the lands
That some would betray his watchful eyes
By Odin sent
We are here to kill
To take the lives of those
Their deaths
Each of them chose
The day they defied Odin
Their fates were woven
The village lays
Before our eyes
Peaceful, quaint and quiet
They all turn and look with horror
As we charge, weapons held high
Our screams echoing through air
Their minds consumed by despair
They flee in fear
Smashing down their gate
We have crushed their defenses
Pouring into the village
We begin the bloodshed
Taking each life we find
Sending every last one to Hel
There are those who choose to stand
They die with honour and sword in hand
A death far too fitting for such people
Setting their homes ablaze
We roar our cries of victory
Odin's name we praise
One-eyed God
Watches over the worlds
There's no place to hide
By Odin sent
We are here to kill
Odin unearth that which
exists boundless and free
Copyright McCuen 2008
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