The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
The feeling of a ceramic mug being formed.
Mental blocks, not normal.
Just the clattering of pencils as if they are a cure.
Taking time out of nothing.
Taking tempered emotions.
Stemming and steaming.
I have enough opportunities.
They said that.
I have enough capacity.
Struggles, and other swirling winds.
When the thoughts escape.
The doorway gets caved in.
The ceramic mug is formed.
Waits for the way cameras speak.
Not a soft sound.
Just the sun and back.
They say I should consider not making connections.
They say I make them confused.
My mental block is endless.
I wish people would stop trying.
If the cure was found…
Then the moon landing is endless as me.
The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed
Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye!
My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace
My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess
Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all!
I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall!
I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn!
I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown!
These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea
You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me!
These are white lies, your sweater moment drops on your life, legend and universal truth
And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth!
April, 2025
(Twelve beautiful lines )
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
lilies and ravens
dance together making mud puddles
thick as salve caked on deep wounds
stemming not the ooze
tinctures from droppers
bitter herbs labeled for survival
use only as directed
replenish nothing
rancid birthday cakes
gleeful candles form dancing shadows
glassy story-telling eyes
yearn desperately
gleaming steel knives slice
neat little rows across the table
the sacrificial altar
where naked I lay
ignorant children
don't see the bullies in their own homes
doling birthrights like feed for
ravens and lilies
Written 8 April 2025
For the contest Light or Shadows hosted by Suzette Richards
Sometimes the less weight you bear,
The more of your own weight tips the scales.
There's too many words, too much chaos,
All stemming from silence, from absence.
The coziest warmth is someone else's.
Even the hottest nights can still be cold.
No better music than their laugh.
No stronger longing than not knowing who.
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
Coping Healing surviving
God bless the Crisis teams
988 for disabled Veterans and
thier disabled families feeling
hopeless right now trying not
to read terrorist threats from Gargano
on license plates balancing
such hatred upon me by the
Gargano crime family stemming
from arson murder of 8 resulting
victim nine arson murders
of nine so he's trying to kill me
God bless America
New Years Old Wishes
In a world wrangled with wild wars
Between two developed nations,
With civil deaths a sad eyesore
And a bane to human reason,
With harsh tension and violence
Elsewhere one can daily witness,
Stemming from lack of tolerance,
Wrecking homes and lives with distress,
With a few basking in plenty,
Overwhelmed with satiation
And the lot dipped in misery
With children doomed to starvation,
Would New Years old wishes of love,
Would old wishes for compassion
Would wishes for peace fly as doves
Or drop down the deep ocean?
Sands of time will ever unfurl,
But human race will remain same;
So will issues facing the world
And New Years old wishes be same.
Brit's spy guy from Ian Fleming
Is Bond who goes chaos stemming!
When the web of life slumps
See how quickly he jumps
Sadly to die like a lemming
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
Love has the power to muzzle
Shackle, overpower, direct and destroy
Love can be a very volatile or hazardous toy.
As soon as one is somewhat comfortable
Love shows her ugly fangs on the table
Love is not always a beautiful spring.
Love behave like a cunning chameleon
Love behaves like an uncommon phenomenon
No one can completely comprehend this thing.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Planted in the ground of possibilities
Stemming from inner catastrophies
Am I blinded by curiosity?
Am I losing my sanity?
Attraction, love, lust
Obsession
Money, status, purpose
Obsession
Entertainment, power, time
Obsession
External? Internal?
Obsession
She calls to me
with a dazzle in her eye
stemming from the sun
I've no place to run
but to her side
letting beauty open wide
breathe slowing to the beat of her nature
taking it all
deep inside
This thing called "love"
Has the power to change you,
Make you persevere to the end,
Take you up, around, then back again.
Love has the power to
Make you re-define your very soul,
Drive you crazy if you let it, or
Bring everything under control.
True love is not a game,
Stemming from the trenches of the heart.
Love is something real,
Worthy of the highest honor,
Magnifying, dignifying, and empowering
All who embrace its ways,
Healing even the deepest wounds,
Collecting the pieces of a broken heart,
Fortifying and solidifying it like a stone wall
Even the woes of life will never pierce.
This thing called "love"—
Value it, treasure it, give its honor.
True love rarely shows its face
Amid this bedarkened world.
Never again may you get the chance to experience
The power of love.
Chanté Walker
January 9, 2024
LGBTQ is the spectrum of contrary community colors,
surviving secluded in the singular lattice of love,
weaved with the special strands of myriad hues
that make the rearing rainbow of inclusive glow.
They question the notion of binary gender identification,
face violence and inequality because of who they are,
but gender orientation is an integral part of our selves,
human rights demands it to be protected unabused.
The mental health issues stemming from rejection,
need to be addressed with societal concern and care,
by empathically accepting them as what they are,
helping them to build the high level of self-esteem.
Proudly swaying the sagged flag of deserving dignity
in transcendent realm of love that knows no boundary,
they struggle in the journey of equality and inclusivity,
as their hearts beat with the cadence of non-binary pride.
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