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Red Bergan Feb 2014
Far over the mountains,
Dwell the Dragons.
Heights undefine their actions.

They fear not,
Their Strumah is home.
Intruders burn.

Beneath the mountains peak,
Dwell the ancestors,
Long-forgotten gold.

Upon the top of the Monahven,
The Elders wait.
For the Dovakiin's flight.

Dovakiin,
You will dwell in Dungeons deep,
And Caverns old.

Your unrelenting force,
Shall clear the hold...
Dov will roar,
In fury.

The Dov,
They fear thee.

Dovakiin,
Dragon Born...
You shall claim that Strumah.
One day.

Alduin's rage did darken the sky,
His roar is fury's fire,
Do not fear.

Destroy him with words of old.
The heroes of Sovangarde,
Shall aid thee.

Joar Zah Frul,
Yol Toar Shul.
Strun Bah Qo.

Fear the Dragonborn's Words.
The Strumah, And the Dov.
They will bow down,
Upon the mountain.
Skyrim or Elder scrolls lovers. Relates right? And is Strun Bah Qo spelled right?
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2014
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/759808/nat-lipstadts-mood-swings/


'ᏰέƦẙḽԃṏሁ's the most "unappreciated" poet on this site.
Being "misunderstood" is what gets him into a fight.
Now that I'm retired and free,
He's the new "King" of HP ~
Now I hate that Jew because he's better and right.
All words in quotes are Nat's. His changes his opinion of me every second like the eyes on a Felix the Cat clock.
I love him but I've given up on him.

-------------------
Poor man he believes his own totally manufactured press. Oy!

Why does he obsess over me?
Ask him, not me...

Why does write me in pvt messages to tell me I am "delusional" and he is by page view,  the Emperor(!) of HP and that
"you've become an embittered man and can counted yourself among the cursed.
And if you've chosen not to read this, it's because your blinders are still on.I wish you well as a fellow Jew; as a poet I welcome you're  extinction for your inability to adapt."

Whoa! Is he worse than Ormond, who only wanted to "burn" us together!  Extinction now that is  a code word makes  every Jewish person's hair curly,

The humorous answer would have the
Lew I like laughingly say "***** envy!"

adapt to his standards, of ******* up and publishing outrageously bad poems sux times a day - no babe, those things are not standards


instead he is he is committing a error of sinat chinam, empty hatred...

"Sinat chinam means groundless hatred. (The verb soneh means to hate, as in the command lo tisnah at ahicha blevavecha, do not hate your brother in your heart, Leviticus19:17)

Chinam comes from chen, grace. Sinat chinam is therefore hatred that is gratis. It refers to the internecine strife which is unfortunately too common in Jewish communities, whether between Reform and Orthodox, Ashkenazim and Sephardim, the rabbi and the chazan, the president of the shul and the board.

You could charitably ascribe its existence to the high-stakes decisions that Jewish communities have had to make, or to a persecuted people internalising the hatred directed at them, and then projecting it against other groups of Jews. (emphasis mine).  Either way, there is clearly too much of it about.

The Talmud already knew of the phenomenon and its destructive effect on Jewish life. Yoma 9b records that the First Temple was burned down because of idol worship, ****** immorality and bloodshed. At the time of the Second Temples destruction, the Jews were, on the other hand, pious but the Temple was lost because sinat chinam, groundless hatred, was endemic to Jewish national life."

But since he is self acclaimed Shakespeare expert,
I'm sure  he is familiar with this riposte:

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.


Merchant of Venice

More would be superfluous...sure glad he loves me, imagine if he didn't!

what waste of a good poetry skills... this is getting snoring,
boring... So let's bring some appropriate lyrics with which to conclude:

"You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?"

Carly Simon - You're So Vain Lyrics
in the movie Patton, there is a scene here,  Patton tells Gen. Omar Bradley (and I am paraphrasing here) in his rivalry with the pompous General Montgomery to get Eisenhower to pick  his  invasion plan,  Patton tell modest Bradley that he knows they are  both arrogant SOB's but what make him crazy is that Montgomery won't admit it...and he can...love you too babe, like I love my BVD's and certain parts of you..which I leave to your lewrid imagination to ascertain...Peace brother! To then own self, be true, you marvelous schmuck!
HRTsOnFyR Apr 2017
I met an insomniac through a Craigslist post

Who alleged: She’d stolen > 2000 hearts

On subways/escalators/sidewalks – men turn to toast

(By her gorgon glance, she boasts, even testicles depart) .

How does one ensnare one fashioned of nails and sap?

By invisibility, mirrored shield, winged boots, curved sword?

The heart’s armor, thus arrayed, can easily entrap

This goddess, dreadlocked in her own umbilical cord.

But I do not stoop to conquer, but to please

This walking paradox, over-caffeinated, old soul

Intoxicated by words, music, auteurs (esp. Scorsese) ,

You’re my aurora, glowing green, in the north celestial pole.

Slacker, artist, writer, words have escaped you:

You lay breathless at the foot of your wandering Jew.

by Beryl Dov
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Jerusalem swings his massive body,
Underneath the falls.
Where only a true warrior,
Will call.

The Throm is close,
Beyond the pallid caves.
Deep beneath the earth.
A fiery vain.

"Be cautious young one,
I fear Alakan is close..
I can smell his smoke...
He is annoyed of us both."

Jerusalem proved worthy,
Of such caution at the time.
With a hand on my blade,
I stride forth.

I seek questions,
And answers.
For my future awaits...

Betrayal is not all to well known,
By the Dov, The Dragon's Age.

"Jerusalem..."
Said a thunderous voice.
"You have come far from home..
What do you seek from Throm?"

Jerusalem growled and raised his wings,
"I have brought my rider Kekay.
She wishes for Answers."

"Kekay...
The Unique Valkyrie,
Betrayed."
Alakan rose from the shadows,
Revealing a massive beast.

His wings were gold and tattered,
His marks red and long.
His horns were of the devil,
But his voice was calm..

"Knoweth of my name,
Tis true indeed.
Yes I am Kekay.
I come in peace..."

With heart pounding,
Soul burning.
We enter with Alakan.

To the Great,
Archaic Library.
The Throm.

Walls lined with books,
Spoken in the Dragon language.
Dov do Hi amal.
This is nothing to imagine..

Alakan uses his talons,
to grasp a globe.
His raises his eyes to me,
Beckoning me forward.

"Come forth,
Take in the Library of the Ancients.."

"Come now,
The Unique Valkyrie.."
Read The long journey of dragon and rider, and the Unique Valkyrie
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2016
( Loki )

1
All ills you have wrought
Mischief maker in the dirt
No shower will cleanse

2
Poor Woolfy Spirit
******* in actuality
You ARE Beryl Dov

3
Thor is your new name
Psychopath reinventing
Same old *** trickster

4
Who is following
The fortune cookie writers
Such lame phony names

5
Fragile ego here
Pages of Wolf and Beryl
Drama queens reeking

6
Even as he leaves
Tireless self promoter
Lowers the banal*


Note:  
Wolf Spirit IS Dire Wolf IS Toreanus Pinwinkle III IS Thor IS Beryl Dov IS ******* ( aka ******* ) Rabbi IS soooooo many others - a many-faced pest and pariah, previously banned on other sites for being stalkers and sociopaths !!

See:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1530102/wolves/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1516652/breach/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/832663/beryl-dov/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1527822/not-a-poem-an-open-response-to-wolf-spirit-and-wolf-spirit-dire/

Basically anyone who follows these massive-ego predators is probably them !!
good riddance PEST
.
Neville Johnson Jan 2019
Sue Venir loved Hugh Biquitous, but he was unreliable, so she confided this to her friend, Di Namic who confirmed he’d been seen with Penny Farthing and Miss Chevous. Then she ran into Ken Tucky, who’d just broken up with Jen Erator, and was known to hang with Mel N. Choly. Together, they and Dan Ube went to a party thrown by Perry Winkle at the house of Dana Point.

Con Valescence introduced Sue to Marine Layer who asked Mr. Tucky to join the conversation, and they’ve been conversing ever since. Lou Kemia couldn’t make the party as he was ill. This was confirmed by Nick Knack who’d been informed by Conrad Alert.

Penny Saver left early, heading over to the home of I. Stan Bul, who was throwing a celebration in honor of Hazel Nuts and Grant N. Aid, who were to be married by Will Power, though Miss Givings, his former girlfriend, did not approve. Celebrants included Buzz Saw, Ma Larkey, Ben E. Diction, ***** Pack and of course Ann I. Versary, who deemed it worthy of being remembered. Tom Foolery was always good for a laugh, which was appreciated by Art I. Face, Dee Vice and Tess Osterone.

Some chose to dine alfresco, notably Flora Fauna, Heidi **, and Ed U. Cate. Barb Ituate was a downer, though Ma Larkey tried to cheer her up, watched by Cliff Hanger who wanted to see what happened, until a dispute arose between Ana Conda and Ann Ticipation, who’d both been vying for the attention of Billy Goat.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Terry Dactyl was in a dispute with Billy Club over Lilly White because of something Miss Conception had reported after hearing from that duo, Caesar Salad and Reuben Sandwich.

Junior Mints tried to mollify the situation with sugary statements, but was interrupted by Yuri Nal, who said he had to go, and then left with Jay Walking and they were off to congregate with Diane Tomeetya.

At the next table General Jive held court in a warlike mood,  that Cary Cature tried to lighten.  With them were Tex Arcana, whose accent was amusing to Bill Collector, Al Gorythm, Tim Buktu and Marv E. Lous, who always had a great time wherever he went.

By then, Bobby Pin, the luscious seamstress, had given up on Peter D. Out, after seeing him clowning around with Butch Wax and Slim N. None, all of them malcontents and disrupters.

In walked Daisy Chain, newly arrived  from the Southern Hemisphere, along with Sydney Australia. Klaus Trophobic had initially agreed to travel with the two of them, but said he had to stay at home. Frank O’Phile overhead this and confided to Phil O’Sophically that there is sometimes merit to such position.

The restaurant was owned by Ty ****, managed by Chuck Wagon, with the food delivered by waiters Clay *** and Terry Aki , assisted by busboyTara Misou.

The next morning, everyone gathered at the home of Dawn Patrol, who was there with her new husband, Earnest Money, after divorcing Perry Mutual. Deb Enture was her maid of honor.  Nick O’Time was nearly late to the party, driving in with Stu Debaker, via a shaky Uber driver named Manuel Shifting.

Al Acrity was his usual sunny self, but not when Den O’Thieves interrupted his conversation, which was shut down by Kay O.

Sherman Oaks and Van Nuys were late, having gotten mixed up on the location. Cliff Hanger was worried about the falling stock market, and as a result was getting drunk with Jack Daniels. Stan Dup was his usually assertive self, but was overshadowed by the always munificent Cy Pres.

Claude Hopper was dressed in yesterdays’ styles, but that didn’t matter to Dov Tail who  was going into business with Matt Chabox, known for his incendiary personality. They had two other partners to round the group out, **** Ular and Ben E. Fit.

Gar Gantuan loomed large, and was unstable when paired with Mo Mentum, who said in such situations, they needed to involve Otto Matic.

Terry Cloth was wrapped around Jan U. Ary, ogled by Barbie Queue and Coleman Lantern.
SE Reimer Sep 2015
~

(written in response to one by Beryl Dov)

constellationally speaking
a trophied man is one
whose weaknesses
he has overcome,
those the stars
foretold, ordained;
flaws and blemishes
the gods disdained,
who flies
with herculean
brawn and breadth;
who plies
the star ways
to their dizzying heights
and stairways
to their dismal depths.
he is…
like no other,
he is…
the lonesome
overcomer!

~

*post script.

for Beryl Dov, poet laureate, extraordinaire;
in response to his “The Lonely Astronomer”.  
how anyone sees his as anything
negative is beyond me…
i see nothing but
an overcomer’s metaphor.  
well done, friend!!

(and yes, by "man"
i do mean mankind)

The Lonely Astronomer:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1182761/the-lonely-astronomer/
the fountain of poetry
e'er threatens to dry up
yet the inspirational words of Beryl Dov Lew
re-supplied my dwindling cup

with his advice duly given
my expression's reservoir fills to capacity
in a most generous
flow of endless verbosity

had he of not encouraged me
to keep the pen's ink spilling
my Hello Poetry pages
would be empty of shilling

with a mentor of Beryl's calibre
positively re-invigorating my oft dry fountain  
I am ever assured of a verse
brimming unto the highest mountain
#inspiration  #mentor  #fountain
Red Bergan Mar 2014
I was born Of  a broken family.
Surviving on the skills,
You taught me.

Now I stand in the valley.
Beside the red stream.
Awaiting the arrival.
Of the Dov.

My daggers twirl in my hands,
As I dance with zeal.
Brave but reckless.
Because of youth.

I await thy path,
I must pursue.

The journey ahead,
Will be new.

I am Imperial,
Daughter of the wolves.
My home was Solitude.
Skyrims Capital hold.

I travel this weary path,
Adventuring beyond death.
I doth not fear you,
Dragon of hearthfire.

May my path pay,
The debts of my partners.

They deserve better,
Than the blasted Jarl.
Artaxerxes Nov 2014
You're STILL obsessed with ten word poems?
You got ISSUES!
my salute to the Michael Jordan of 10W, Beryl Dov   ;~

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