#vikings
There once was a club swinging Swede
Determined to pillage and breed
But sweet miss O’conner
Defended her honor
Refusing to welcome his seed
There once was a red-bearded Viking
To the emerald land he went hiking
And trying to be wily
Snuck up Miss Reilly
But his salmon was not to her liking
There’s a viking name Erik the Erring
On a voyage he lost all his bearing
Instead of New York
He landed in Cork
And alone he became hard of herring
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 3:01 AM UTC
Exhaustion and cold is what I feel
As I climb the tree called Yggdrasil
From Midgard to Asgard, here I go
To visit Odin and learn what he knows
A prophecy of future that’s about to be
Covered in a shroud through which I cannot see
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
Odin’s coming, his hand on his spear
The sight of Gungnir strikes dark elves with fear
High on his saddle on his eight-legged horse
Sleipnir radiates primeval force
Burdened with knowledge, he travels the land
Patiently waiting to see the world’s end
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
lands of
Titans as
these Vikings
clash at
large with
their picks
and chosen
oars and
hoa ravished
atmosphere with
sea by
their front
and wind
at their
backs while
craters solemnize
the dunes
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
I am controlled
They take hold quick
conquering everything I am
emotional insanity
I’ve got to save myself.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Viking King is dead and gone
His memory will live in song
On a frozen night and misty dawn
His body will forever burn
But time has passed as war subsides
New sun has rosen in the sky
The history became a myth
That teenagers will not beleave
Time passes fast for fragile men
And what they fear, will come again
All kingdoms fall, all leaders fail
And soon become a part of tale
As History repeats itself
We will all burn in pits of Hell
But there is no Hell and there is no Heven
Theres only Death.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Viking cats live
in such magnificent ways,
and he was no different-
Valhalla awaits him.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
I am no longer a Roman,
Though my nose would differ.
I'm not Viking,
But my descendants have blonde and red hair.
I am a beneficiary of the dark ages,
The scriptoriums and monasteries
That brought the Greeks and Romans to life.
I am not Gael, though my eyes smile
When I hear the harp and pipes.
Neither am I Saxon nor Norman,
Victorious or defeated.
I, we, have metamorphized,
Casted of the moulted casement,
Spread dry wings and lifted,
Carried on fresh winds
To new worlds
To read, write, fish and hunt,
And I have gathered
My lineage,
Framed it in genetics on my wall,
To point at in fond remembrance
Of what I once was.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Rumbles of
Thunder
Light the candles of my mind
safely shielded from the
Winds
of conflagration
Fire has never been my friend
There are
Ashes
on my forehead
from the rubble at my feet
Mainsails billow in my consciousness
as a crimson mistral sets my boat
Out to sea
to search for the
Giant Drum
That lightning plays upon
when dybbuks from the ocean deeps
Rise Up
To sink my craft and all aboard in
Flaming Parodies
Of a movie Viking funeral
*ljm*
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
I cannot see the end in front of me?
How...
**WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON!?**
Something about two buckets of soil...
GO NOW!
GO NOW!
Go ...now,
How does the Seer work?
Do You
See?
AMC
Vikings
I
see
Why are my skinned eyes?
...crows, crows, crows, crows
Messages
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Look at you.
Getting beaten up,
Being everyones *****
What have you become?
A tired old man
A broken god
No one remembers the glory
No one remembers your help
The ravens have left you
They travelled south
Looking for other victims
Victims of fame and glory
They tortured you,
Tormented you,
Played you,
Glorified you.
And you prevailed,
Oh you conquered.
You led;
You achieved.
But you're just tired now,
This is part of your plan.
Time to go and relieve yourself.
Meet your Ragnarok
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
I have no fear, for when I die I know I will hear the Valkyries cry. As they carry me to Odin's hall up high. There i will drink my share of mead and hear my brothers sing.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
We come as warriors, we come as raiders, and as slavers. We take what we want, we are Vikings. We raid and we pillage, for our gods, and for our sons. Feel our wrath in battle for we have no fear. For when we fall we join our brothers in Odin's hall.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Of terrible storms that broke through the town
Strangling, uprooting trees, slicing away
Homes, a gurgling pulsating fury of air and rain
That lasted four days. Unremitting,
It brought huge waves in its wake
From the tormented sea. All along the assaulted
Coast people choked and drowned,
Their corpses tipped
Onto beaches huddled between ravaged furniture
And drying plastic shopping bags,
Swollen limbs nibbled at by fish and *****
And scattered throughout the streets
Picked at by dogs,
A feast that set them up
For the coming cold weather. Fleeing birds
Squalling overhead in clamorous flocks, plucked
From the sky and shattered on rocks;
The cats had a field day until
Becoming engulfed too in marauding waves
Deluging the land. Foxes screamed from the hopeless
Shelter of water saturated dens;
Only jagged ruins remained,
Futile gestures to a once-only god.
Towns inland were wrecked by the hurricane bursts
And all fell silent as the storm
Fled like a Viking raider back into the sea, dragging its
Spoils.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Ragnar Lothbrok world became half shook, throw a hook, stole and took, solid gold, sacrifice for Oden sacrificing for all your homes, Bjorn, Ivar the Boneless coming like a storm, wakeup and absorb, praying to the gods, going to conquer lands, watch out for Floki he killed Athelstan
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I will re-visit
The modern picts,
The viking border people
Comparing *******
And slapping bellies
While giving dheagh shlainte.
They've plundered their last village;
It's been a while since they protected the walls
While sleep sets in.
They raid the pubs,
Raise a glass shield,
Weild a shot glass
Singing shlainte,
The dragon ships have sailed.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
I've been at hundreds of funerals
Standing beside Fathers
Soon to be posted to Peru
Or to missions for black African babies.
They'd sprinkle caskets like Spring rains,
Burn incense to smudge the dead
With rising smoke signals.
Sounding the advance.
I witnessed pain in the front pews,
The kneelers with thin cushioning.
I prayed fervently for a whosh of wind
To sweep behind me,
Billow my soutane,
And lift the lid;
Prayed for the candle flame to flare,
For the body to rise
As Rathgar did.
He was a faker.
Not like what I saw.
Up close.
On Friday mornings.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
The great bird is conceived in a glistening eye
a mythical wonder waiting to be formed
coiled in patience under palest skin
waiting to unfurl its majestic wings
a cold steel blade unlocks its cage
blood must flow to bring it life
its freedom found in fragmented bone
the bars that block its sight are pulled back
hands reach into the great cavern
grasping the wings to set them free
at last in splendour and magnificent awe
the blood eagle is seen to take flight and soar
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
We plyed our oars as we sweeped across the surf,
our ships skimming the water with ease,
we seized towns, plundered fishing ports, sacked cities,
we worshipped the great Odin, in his hall in Asgard,
All for what?
We did this, so we might go to Valhalla, the last revelry.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Listen
My skin glistens
The sweat drips ~n~
I feel the motion
The rise of my emotions
The tingle in the spine
Expands in time
Engulfing my muscles
With adrenaline, hustle
**** reason
Incite treason
Don’t back down
Don’t turn aroun’
Introduced, an obstacle
Beat it like a rock, unstoppable
Heart, rhythm, momentum
Breath, flex, go get ‘em
Never rest,
There is no success
As soon as you think you won,
Something hits your chest
So stand up, strong
This fight is gunna last long
In 1 second,
You could be gone
ViKing
By GeoEthE
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC