Short Thor Poems
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I vanquish giants with gruff hammer - Thor tough like mom's fried liver
Monoku composed August 28, 2020
Thor hurls
His hammer
Through this
Wicked wind
That make
This heaven
Shed her skin
When touching
Light inside
Your soul, again
Hammering the dark silence,
Thor bludgeons the night
Releasing with thunder
—a storm gods delight
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
On the wheels of our dreams
The hammer of Thor
Shall crack this fountain sky
What words shall find
The patient clock unwinds
We live on borrowed time
I'll be hammering rogues in Loki's Bar...knocking them all without masks!
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JC Burl 8/30/2020
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
Girl
Young, pregnant
Crying, hiding, contemplating
Student, daughter, girlfriend, woman
Worrying, praying, dreaming
Painful, joyful
Mother
~Christopher Thor Britt
There's this sweet young lassie named Laura
When she visits, l fall on the floor-a
So excited am I
My heart doth fly
Till my wings, they get quite thore-a
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
Hello, I'm your anchor, Thor Buttocks
I report the news, some gay, some erogenous
In Russia, I've heard
Dogs don't poop turds
They poop out little kiddies by the bucket
There once was a clover named Thor
And he had not three leaves but four
The others would laugh at him all day
"you look nothing like us," they'd say
But Thor would just smile and ignore
Friends and I saw the movie, “Thor” last night
Totally blown away by this spectacular sight
Of visual effects
As we craned our necks
A fire in our imagination it did ignite
Only in thy ecstasy, let Thor-
The name of my weary lips rest
For mine soul, from long sleep
Started waking sensual desires
To remember, O, how dalliance
Inspired by flame, embraced us!
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
Pacifists are adorable, but I want war
Why? I asked the newest dictator, Thor
I am greedy he admitted. I always want more.
He was also selfish to his core.
I never again spoke to old King Thor
A soldier breathing his last breath
A scarred wife left behind
A father-less daughter contemplating death
A son-less father losing his mind
~Christopher Thor Britt
Nine dogs in my life
Nine angels looking for love
Gently love giving.
Most dogs in my life
By passing time were stolen
Still angels of love.
In memory of Bunny, Skippy, Thor, Bush, Arnold, Thomas, Berny
and dedicated to Nicolas and Wendy
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
There once was a T-Rex named Thor
Who found he couldn't reach for
His family jewels
So improvised "tools" -
That's why all the dinos are saur!
If you judge by the
size of it's feet, the T-Rex
was ENORMOUS.
3/16/12
for "Show Me the Funny" contest
The God’s know nothing
For the God’s are nothing
Their utterances are our utterances
Their actions, ours
We reclaim the fire of Prometheus
The destruction of Shiva
The might of Thor
The compassion of Christ
We are the god’s we imagine
©dbyrne march 2014
I see through your naked soul,
like laser beam across spring waters.
thunder-strike my liverless matter,
with sight of thor-like spirit.
I grace the grassy Himalayas,
like emperor in a royal dynasty
And master of my canines,
for I am the Tibetan Mastif.
Storm swept seas assault the shore
Lashing out with rage unsated
Attacking with the wrath of Thor
Oceans temper unabated
Reaching out with icy hands
Fists of foam grip granite walls
Succeeding not with it's demands
Retreats to Poseidon's halls
Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar,
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.
Thro song land anks thor fall e thish;
Fy morpoise pere his ow nulfilled.
Fespecially e thackerel:
Mes, yose tharticulary pilled.
Ne wall sheturn ro tairer feas;
Se wip flour ails, tand ave woodbye.
Gand ould shou yever ome cour ay,
Wease pling brore mish, fes, ying brit igh.
Thor did not live up to his name
He was skinny, weak a petite Fontaine
Wren, his brother was a Herculean guy
Brawny and strapping, he caught many an eye
How did you get their names so wrong?
I asked their mother, Mrs. Wong.
Thor weighed ten at birth, Wren weighed three.
A cruel joke God played on me.