'freyja' poems - Hello Poetry

Shaded Lamp Aug 2014

WARNING

Extreme use of profanities

and Gods engaged in an **** of lust

Apology in advance for any offence caused

SL

At Freyja's Table**

******* Gods everywhere
******* here
And ******* there
They ******* **** and ******* ****
Some ******* clean
Some ******* muck
They **** in heaven
And in **** in hell
Cupids got them
under his ******* spell
With ******* arrows
in their ******* hearts
******* priests
******* tarts
******* freaky super powers
******* torrential golden showers
The ******* sparks
******* fly
******* ****** in their eyes
******* Eris causing troubles
******* Bacchus blowing bubbles
******* Sif is ******* Thor
More and more
On the ******* floor
******* Gods everywhere
******* with their golden hair
Freyja clears her ******* table
Grabs any God that she's able
And ***** and *****
And licks and *****
******* breathless
Who ******* cares
******* Gods are everywhere
Discarded robes
that lay beneath
******* horns
and clenching teeth
They ******* ***
They ******* squirt
They *** again
Until they hurt
Steaming bodies
Sweaty hair
******* Gods are everywhere

No "modern God" was harmed during the production of this filthy work
Inspired by Cooper Clarke's "Chicken Town"

#gods #norse #****

zebra Feb 2019

The Scarlet Woman

zebra Feb 2019

The Scarlet Woman

scarlet haught
queen of mirth
dog ****
drooling jewelry red splits
pulled by a chariot
of six hundred million house cats
dissembling for freaky insertions
of scarlet bud flowers uterine tube

breath of spit
while ballet toes kiss fingers and tongues
glazing thickly tides sweat
bamming greased ****

Christ *****
"once upon a never more"
bi-sexed up
**** twitch glistening holes
drizzle fish
in red tents overturned
for fabulous *******
and angelic *****'s
flirty dance the come **** me

her throat a never ending squealed gullet
sublime Madonna of Oor
bare thighed and pulpy spread
scissor strokes and stride
wagging tongue for rosy oleo sticks
and **** pastry rectums pulled tight
in lop sided temples of split flesh

another ambulance to the emergency **** ward
in a dreamland of leggy nurses

sacred fig of Freyja
Goddess to **** toys
and pretty pretty who go that way
hocus opus poke and stir
freckle face **** mouth
a lapping menagerie

i gird my ***** and follow her
into a cologned room; of dark rim box butter
***** yelping for
a slow grind in a belly of clams

red and velvet pageant
she nests in the heart
a midwife disturbia
to pregnant lust
being pushed down and worked up
till loosened in thick ****
and black whip afterbirth
like flowers of curves and blood

her banquet; a platter of wet orifice
trilling vibratos ******
and anxious kisses crawling through her mouth
like fallen angels flying
dire sister of knock out *******
pleading goth nuns for lesbian heated
Satan loving veiled Christian crotch
and a thousand delicious gaped
******* **** poundings
and mouth ***** **** plunge

crucifix of wrack and *****
****** and beaten senseless
instructions from the  book of night
of **** and spite
written by
Abrahams primitive nations
arms of the cross she is nailed to
sweet ***** waifs beaten dead
in a tillage of brokenness

mans club
shore of incinerated witches and tortured justice
shut up when your talkin to me
clan of honor
duo troupe
almanac of hell

#eros #and #thanatos #*** #religion

Bethany Lorekeeper Davis Jul 2012

If I Were to Die in Battle

Bethany Lorekeeper Davis Jul 2012

If I Were to Die in Battle

If I were to die in battle,
Who would invite me home?
Would it be Odin or would it be Freyja,
Whose hall I'd be taken to?

Would Odin want me,
Would I make the cut?
Am I the type he'd want,
To be fighting by his side?

Would Freyja have me,
Would I feast in her halls?
Would she find me worthy,
To lend her my sword?

The two they stand together,
Ready to make the choice,
Him with his initiator,
Her initiator with her.

As the Valkyries fly me closer,
I can't help but think,
Is it them that make the decision,
Or was it always my choice.

ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens Dec 2014

My Heathen Greeting

ASPAR A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens Dec 2014

My Heathen Greeting

My heathen greeting for I am old now

Wildfowl whispered on marshland like maidens around burning fires,
The Norse winds breathing in my soul ‘Odin doth call’
Blood is the sweat of this iron sword; proud are war smiths
I watch the coal biter musing in blood damp earth,
Before a fire and smoke of tallow he dreams of war

Fill these horns to brim, for I shall drink to Odin’s law
And eat I this meal of bread oyster and mussel shell
I see heavens stained blood red clouds as we cross the rainbow crystal bridge,  we shall enter Valhalla victorious once more,

Lo shall they bleed at shores blooded by iron the Saxons fall,
Raged fires shall consume their roof as thunder of north comes forth
You call us ****** that which pierces dark shadows,
We blow our horn in assembly before Odin warriors of the north

Settings suns shone red as quiet falls, serene I see Valhalla
the goat and mead hall, roasting beef and herring
I no longer fear drowning suns for the Valkyries sweet song I do hear
Freyja shall breathe my new reign at dawn

The old wars are over but our fight shall ne’er end,

─ Lo I see my father

ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  © 2013

Michael James Faulkner Jun 2015

For You

Michael James Faulkner Jun 2015

For You

I was an old warrior without love,
When Freyja took pity on my soul,
And though the time was late, my friend,
Twas no less sweet the goal.

Her eyes brought me close the first moment.
Her presence my privilege to possess.
I'll see her that way forever.
I'll shiver when 'ere we caress.

When its late and the day has been painful,
And its trials still sting and still bite,
We'll bar the door on our nation of two.
It'll be just you and me through the night.

I was an old warrior without love,
When Freyja took pity on my soul,
And though the time was late, my friend,
Twas no less sweet the goal.

4/13

Skella Vierra Sep 2010

Arngrim has fallen

Skella Vierra Sep 2010

Arngrim has fallen

We broke the silence of the night
To see the gates of Asgard open
Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield
I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying

I wish to hold your hand forever
As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor
I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor
I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered

I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side
I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea
Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me

I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name
I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring
Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief
Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave

Bethany Lorekeeper Davis May 2011

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter

Bethany Lorekeeper Davis May 2011

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter

Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.

I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.

Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.

Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.

Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.

The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.

Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.

Skella Vierra Sep 2010

Arngrim has Fallen

Skella Vierra Sep 2010

Arngrim has Fallen

We broke the silence of the night
To see the gates of Asgard open
Valkyries fill this ****** battlefield
I see your eyes, I felt the pain, you are crying

I wish to hold your hand forever
As I put down my sword, and lay down my armor
I felt the rain on my face; I see the thunders of Thor
I knelt down, my broken soul had surrendered

I wished not to be chosen, wishing to be forever by your side
I know you feel the same, but not even Freyja could hear our plea
Not even Odin can bring you to Asgard with me

I felt my heart stopping, but it still hopes to sing your name
I hold your hand; you’re still wearing my ring
Valhalla waits as you stare at me with grief
Goodbye, we’ve fallen, I never wanted to leave

Lora Lee Oct 2015

Small War Cry

Lora Lee Oct 2015

Small War Cry

I am no
warmonger
Yet, today,
I am ready
for battle
Hand above brow
searching the mountains
for enemies,
I hold my staff
My sword in tow
My face upturned
To the burning snow

Yes, I am
A warrioress
In her half-polished armor
Some parts shiny, as if new
others marked, beat up
dented, burnt
a rough-hewn tribute
to the steely trials
I've been through

War goddesses
Sekhmet and Athena
Freyja, Astarte
By my side
As I ready my stallion
For the dangerous ride
"We are lucky,"
I whisper, in her beautiful ear
"That time is on our side...
No time for fear"

I am my own commander
In this field of combat
I only have my heart
To wear on my sleeve
I will take my victory
In my vulnerability
Before I close the
doors again
So all of those
non-desireable factors
Better not
upset me

I have always come in peace
I am a gentle soul
But all of this….

Now the tables have turned.
I am ready to yell
My battle-cry
Arms posed for arrow strike
Hair streaming wild
Eyes with the focus
Of a hawk
Watch out.
Take heed.
For I have learned
That good girls
Fight back.
No need to
Senselessly
Bleed
No need to take
unnecessary flack
I have had enough
Of apologies
Enough lowering my brow
I am taking Life
Into my own hands
And my time
To live is
Now
Stand back
Here I come
Move aside
Before I
come
undone

— The End —