North America
Vikings row the boat ashore~
Vinland Valhalla
Meant wanderer
Wore horn helmet
On go for raid.
I Fear This May Be Curse, That Dead Vikings Sing
Who believes it will come one fine-bred day
Not a beautiful queen but a beauty
A doll, a great dame, one with newborn hope
Could she be a princess that fled away?
His heart and soul said yes she surely is
Her body is ravishing, so purely true
Those sexy eyes this tender heart hurts so
She so brilliant, brainiac on a quiz.
Why does this fear enter this aching brain
Is my lurking ghost yet again speaking
O' no, those words are terrible to hear
Speak not spirit, I cannot bear the pain
Now I know laying here in these black chains
She is curse that splinters harvested grain!
Pray I not, this is accursed wrecking dream
The one where I drown in the falling rain!
That ends when she makes that venomous sting.
I fear this may be curse, that dead Vikings sing.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
April 9th,, 1979
They are expert mariners and fearless too
They hail from a foreign land, across the blue.
Norway and Iceland had met these men before.
They were watching wearily as their knars hit the shore.
They prefer to hug the coastline, a keen observer said.
His comrade was horrified, he was afraid they might make him dead.
They know their currents and their coasts; their navigation is keen.
Their sailing skills are mystical, maybe magical, a little obscene.
I hear they use their ancestral soul hearts; they tell them what to do.
One of them is known as The Warrior, his helmet has a slash of blue.
They make mental maps that are accurate an old woman told them.
And a plumb bob, stated a man who was the one who sold them.
The presence of seabirds brought the men’s heads to the coast.
They are manly, one might even be my son, a braggart did boast.
They use a crystal sun stone to show them the way.
The other man left quickly then. Why? No one could say.
Hans had been raised to believe you protect your woman at all costs
His father was a warrior king, and instilled this in him since his first dawn.
Today his ideals were hidden, squirreled away, possibly even a bit lost
As his wife-to-be jumped into the fray, facing the monster head-on.
He had been startled when she raced around him and began to fight.
The monster bared his teeth, and growled; he was a ferocious sight.
But Greta held her ground, and backed him into shadows so dark.
Hans rushed in to help, but she was holding her own against this mark.
She fought with the brave heart of at least six valiant men.
She did not back down, she had this monster cornered within.
The monster let out a screech, a wail, and a siren’s sound.
The confused darkness in the shadows enveloped her all around.
Hans was terrified for her, this warrior, full of rage and power.
He could barely see what was happening, at this final hour
To a beast, who fell hard on her blade in this foreign land
For Greta had been raised to believe you protect your man
After berserkers violated, nonviolent, virtuous, souls
residing in Ireland's verdant vales,
victims vented their intense disliking of the vile, vicious,
violent, vikings by valiantly fighting back victoriously.
VIKINGS STRIKING
Savage, barbarian pagans who plundered, killed and raped
Still In bloody garments of war, around their women draped
Made erotic love before battles that raged
Wave after wave of terror they waged
Of late through media of TV, have become famed
Blacksmith's massive hands
delivering powerful hammer blows,
beating glowing red steel
into submission.
Sparks illuminating
magnificent artistry.
Fiercely wielded
in the name of Odin.
Tales heralded it's glory.
Unearthed, virtually unscathed.
Instrument of death,
1,200 years at peace.
VIKINGS
Erik went east to Yamal peninsula’s spring
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest reindeer herd,
In April crossing the thawing Ob River,
Safe from predators : good hunting
And fully laden longboats. Now,
In a Bergen June, waiting at quays
On a clouded grey grave dawn,
Anxious eyes strained to sea.
Men home from o’er the horizon
In a still tiny longboat buffeting
Through the hurling combers,
Sail disappearing, reappearing.
Glad to have them home
From the deep unknown
Where only an oak plank
Separates life from depth :
As she crosses the bar
To ease down on
The gravel.
Waves crash with word from Scotland
Warblers answer with yawning skies
Rocks washed up from last night's storm
Blaspheme glory, fought for Rome
Pushcarts filled with bravery tell
Of battles waged, regret for sale
Winter scoured laws they passed
Before the titles pressed in clay
Gulls enjoyed a calm sea float
While Ravens spoke in lightning bolts
Far out to sea, inside my mind
Lilies dance and pour red wine
I'll pay two- pence if you will sell
That spruce bough's dream
The Vikings tell
When I look out, upon this earth
I see a land, that smiles with mirth
And when she smiles, back at me
I'll know my dreams
Rest
Peacefully
08/14/13
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Vikings and Islam
Way back in the 7 hundred or something when
Islam leaders tried to establish a Caliphate in
Europe, they met Vikings who were plundering
their way down the river of Volga and often
employed the barbaric Norsemen to do a bit of
plundering on their behalf.
A few Vikings converted, when coming home
they spoke about the evil of fermented drink
and it took hold, even when Islam, the religion,
was forgotten the idea of sobriety lingered and
has had a deep influence in Nordic Societies
ever since. Well, the Moslems are back, not as
occupiers, but one wishes, on Saturday nights,
a bit of sober Islam would be remembered.
The Vikings were a race of men
That conquered many lands
They fought their wars with might and main
And power in their hands
They sailed the sea in dragon ships
Explored and conquered well
But now their greatness lies beneath
The rolling ocean swell
When Thor’s mighty hammer sounds a thunderous call,
this football team is willing to do it all.
They are ready to plunder and pillage opposing teams.
The Vikings are reality, not merely dreams.
They have played well before the overwhelming cheers.
Success has come easily throughout their playing years.
When the Vikings defend the home field in Minnesota,
their vanquished adversaries are transported to Valhalla.
The offense is ready to score with an attack.
The defense holds the opponent’s offense back.
They answer the call by their chief god Odin.
A new season is here. Let the games begin.
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