Short Norse Poems
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There once was a Norse goddess named Skadi
A Winter Ruler in huntress’ body
An expert at skiing
Her enemies fleeing
Ester Ledecka she did embody
Sea lion and sea horse were friends of course.
Living in the Pacific of the Norse.
Heard a rumor
Both had a tumor.
Not from an honest reliable source.
O, Viking Gods of the Norse
you governed the mighty seas
your boats were built of gopher wood
and you made wise use of a breeze!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Norse God of Thunder, Thor
Broke his poor thumb, now its too sore
To lift his hammer, and then people started to stare
When they heard the rumbling from his underwear
Being a norse god with a hugh appetite,
Thor devoured golden apples with delight,
gained too many pounds,
friction causing sound,
thunder erupting from his massive thighs.
11-3-16
The Norse goddess also known for war
is a feminine charm of love, beauty, death.
riding in with her chariot; bright and beautiful.
The Brisingamen proud around her neck;
atop a boar -- Frejya shines like gold.
Gruesome as Judas cradle growl,
I dabble in gore thereby.
Everyday Norse hannibalish,
so my ribs outward,
exposed flesh, gangrenous.
I beg water, I chew my tongue
Schwedentrunk painful,
Junked, revealed, confessed to.
The immense crux pain,
till my stomach bloated up.
The gals are besotted with Roger,
he's famed for the size of his todger,
they pay for his time
(he charges a dime) -
he's ninety but not an old codger.
No need of Viagra in force
as Roger's ancestors were Norse
(and vikings were known
for getting a bone) -
his resume says, 'Intercourse.'
Tales in Norse folk lore of
these mythical creatures,
though sadly nowadays
they are better known for
trawling the internet
targeting people on
Twitter and on Facebook
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04/26/21
NORWAY
Sat here in my flat I think of Norway,
of all the places I’ve seen there and the bands –
names to chill your blood.
To my Norse gothic bands I’ve seen here in England –
better than all the rest, my secret.
How I love it and can’t get enough of them.
When will my last gig be here?
Norway and your music, I love you very much.
Loki
In days of Old Norse
Tales of the trickster were heard
Stories of his deeds
The sly one, the shape changer
Had wicked tricks up his sleeve
Loki had two sides
Bringing treasures to the Gods
Then he brings chaos
The blood brother to Odin
The legend that is Loki
AgMoore© 07/20/11
Amanda Moore
Bag if tricks contest
Words are born and some change, adapt, some wilt;
Norse drips into French seeps into English, hidden treasures under silt.
Blendings swirl meanings and semantics shift our daily use;
once uttered by tongue, electric touch now lets language loose.
Ancient lexis under threat became narrower with colonial treks;
Luhu and Yahagn, two dodo vocabularies now buried within texts.
Mirror Universe
In the ethereal cosmos of your subconsciousness
Is the mirror universe
Of the symptoms of your stagnate mind
That you thought you left behind
A systematic reality in reverse
Of the astral plane
A seer whispers with suspicious viciousness
As you hold high your spear
In the crimson maw of Fenrir
Ending his eons of definitive reign
(Unfinished)
All my life I grew up stuttering
the words, the slang terms
the sentences
everything I say
coming from out of my mouth
always too complicated
for other people to comprehend
they all think
I am speaking
some dead language
like Latin, or Norse or Esperanto
or maybe Ancient Greek
or even talking backwards
while learning and forming
a whole different language
all on my own
You shall be the father of Medicine decreed the Spirit God.
That’s no fun! Replied Eir, the only Norse on the island of Nod.
Medicine folk are staid, stuck up, particular, persnickety and odd.
I will add merriment to your assignment Medicine and Merry.
That delighted Eir’s sister, who was named Creative Carrie.
She quit smiling when Spirit God said “you are in charge of your brother Jerry.”
Gingerbread houses have been pretty of course
But this one is amazing, the best I have seen.
The red and white peppermint are lovely as Norse
The striped candy canes are incredibly clean.
I want to bite in, or at least tear off a chunk.
But I dare not do it, for it is perfect as is.
Uh-oh. Did something fall off the back with a thunk?
I may have to take a taste to see if is as tasty as fizz.
Moving up over through
Into
All I've known is felt through the end
Never a beginning always ending
Falter as I may, myself I hold - alone in company
Tress in to limestone pillars of my great hall
Great as the Norse and proud as well
Threads of time woven with clumsy hands led by blind eyes
Thus is the expanse of the web of life The Great Existence
Not where but it's the being that is. Is what I am and
What we are
Carroll is hypnotizing his students is what I hear
From Tweedly Dee or Tweedly Dum, not quite clear.
I began backing away from the portal of course.
Not needing any friction from this imaginative Norse.
Alice is on board, as is the mad hatter.
Are you sure? Well, this was kind of the chatter.
Did not know what to make of this, so drank orange tea.
Hey! Yelled the white rabbit, if that is carrot, save some for me!
If very hard read,
take the log from your eye -
or perhaps it's the wrong creed
meriting such custard pie.
Language archaic?
Well so what if it scans
Neither Norse nor Aramaic,
I'm certain most understand.
A trifle obscure?
My due consternation!
Still … are you certain 'it's ... sure ...
not poor imagination?
Leave critical muck.
Produce own Odyssey
Rather than to be stuck
In morass of jealousy.
A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.
A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.
The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the Celts
unarmored men fought Saxon's, Norse
in naught but paint and pelts.
And so it was, and so it is
as men live or die for a kiss.
Gemini is the third astrological sign traits show they are
Extrovertly masculine and positive
Mercury is their ruling planet And they are
Imaginative to say the least
Norse Gods Loki Freyr and Freyja is associated with
Inquisitive intellectual and mentally oriented minds
Tribute To
G E M I N I T H E T W I N S
May 21st - June 21st
My Influnces
Gemini Sun
Cancer Rising
Aries Moon
Awfully Cold
One of our hopes is that Isle of Man
Might become part of our cruise plan
Which will be with the Princess Line
More we hear about is mighty fine.
We have heard that part of the course
Long time ago was cruised by the Norse
And instead England never did ignore
Keep civilian prisoners was used for.
Your indigenous isle has hills and dales
And is even close to country of Wales
For maybe a few who seem to be bold
All round water is always awfully cold.
For Jan Allison
The thunder rang out…..
over….
the foothills, forests and fertile fields
like the battle cry of the Valkyrie’s.
Rain
Fell
like the
pounding
hoofs of their of their steeds.
Tree limbs
Lay
torn asunder
by Thor’s lightning,
reaching
longingly for the fabled halls of
Valhalla…………………..
mimicking the brawny arms of the Nordic Hordes.
The only other sound….
on the feral wind
was Loki’s laughter
as the flames rose
from the churches steeple.
Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.
Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.
Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.
© N Windle 2009
Form:
The woman of the day cables brought us a decorated egg
I would have rather had some ale, in a sturdy looking keg
Our crocodile-like creature wanted to taste the egg of course.
The blue bird of happiness was irritated, we call him Mr. Norse.
A dragon with a striped tummy showed up carrying a sign.
Everyone stand down, the woman yelled, that dragon is all mine.
We had no idea what happened to him, but she was all upset.
Mr. Norse who is a gloomy goober said “she will eat him, I do bet.”