Valhalla Poems - Poems about Valhalla

Afterglow

When the existential magic disappears
And life holds nothing more than
my terrestrial tears and frivolous fears
When feeding my mind is no longer empirical 
Or essential, as human hunger suffices, 
when I no longer thirst, and eminence gives no rise,
and sullen shibumi canopies worn and torn
shade not the arid and hot desert, once the lofty
snow summits forthwith

Valhalla's Call

He walks alone, a shadow cast  
By memories too fierce to last,  
A warrior once, now lost, betrayed—  
By time, by fate, by war's parade.  
His brothers, bold, now rest below,  
Their blood, their courage, still they glow,  
In Valhalla’s hall, where feast and song  
Echo the names

valhalla weeps

"There is nothing in the desert ... and no man needs nothing." - TE Lawrence

         ~

providence …

vast-upon-vast ...
Deucalion, gifter of cities, met
do you not now see your charge?
'tis upon the peaks
titanium white -
aching, ancient arias borne by a thrush
find their proper reports
amid canyon vaults
built by the hand,

valhalla

Valhalla 

rest day
Sunday is the day of rest for most people
except for cooks, servers, and housewives 
They have Mondays
that day hasn't got many customers  
they can warm up, Sunday's leftovers
it is said ennui is the day when the brain rest
that is why the slamming of car doors 
is frowned upon.
I know of a man

The Til Valhalla Project

A story to remind our soldiers on this Veteran’s Day…may you never feel misbegotten…
for all of you who have fought and fight for our freedom…shall never be forgotten:

He wore a black shirt into the bookstore…and immediately I was impressed
when he faced me and I saw the words ‘Until Valhalla’ emblazoned across his chest.

Working in the

The Til Valhalla Project

A story to remind our soldiers on this Veteran’s Day…may you never feel misbegotten…
for all of you who have fought and fight for our freedom…shall never be forgotten:

He wore a black shirt into the bookstore…and immediately I was impressed
when he faced me and I saw the words ‘Until Valhalla’ emblazoned across his chest.

Working in the

Bifrost

From
atop
a mountain 
one views Bifrost
hoping, no, fighting for entry to the 
heavenly home of exalted Aesir
to find honor,
glory for
noble
death

valhalla weeps -

"There is nothing in the desert ... and no man needs nothing." - TE Lawrence

         ~

providence …

vast-upon-vast ...
Deucalion, gifter of cities, met
do you not now see your charge?
'tis upon the peaks
titanium white -
aching, ancient arias borne by a thrush
find their proper reports
amid canyon vaults
built by the hand,

Come Whole Unto Valhalla

Come Whole unto Valhalla

I come now
To the end of time
birth to heaven


come unto me whole
Valhalla
heaven for the god's

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Lune poetry

7/29/19

Valhalla

Accompanied by my legion,
The most feared in the region.

Because we are stronger as one,
Taking enemies by the tons.

A brotherhood of family and trust,
Lucky to have the gods look down on us.

Finding pride in battles won,
Because we together are strong.

Said the viking when his enemies fled, 
The beast inside is asleep not dead.

I'm a proud descendant

My Valhalla

The great expanse of the Mississippi
just outside a sleepy little ledge-locked
town in western Wisconsin called Maiden Rock,
is where we like to picnic in October.

Above the north/south railroad tracks at a spot
overlooking the river is our favorite picnic table.
A century old working well with an ancient iron, creeky
sledge-handle provides fresh water.

Freight trains constantly rumble past in

Valhalla - Vikings' Paradise : Mythology

In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
A place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
And an ending of all griefs and sorrows

The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
Carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield 
To Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
Where they are restored to life fully healed

Each day the

Valhalla-The Vikings-Part 1

In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that
Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great halls of
Valhalla.
Here the cold winds of the north dwell, it's

To Valhalla and Back

To reign in your fire
to bask in your light
must be a pleasure
denied me tonight

  the light in your eyes 
still shows me the way
it doesn't grow dimmer
just farther away

  when you raised me up
when you took my hand
the world fell  away
and my heart took a stand

 you fashioned a castle
in sand on

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