"frey" poems
Loudly it sounded,
The horns message clear,
The gods had been warned,
The giants were near.
From Jotunheim to Midgard
To Asgard they came,
Their intent was clear,
Their purpose the same.
Loudly they shouted,
They yelled, and they raged,
The gods and the giants
Were battle engaged.
Thor with his hammer
and Vidar with shoe,
One would think battle
Was all that they knew.
Tyr with one hand
And Frey with no sword,
They should have stayed back,
But of their own accord
Into battle they leapt,
Into battle they ran,
Against the giants
To make their stand.
The moon and the sun,
Luna and Sol,
Went into the bellies
of Hati and Skoll.
Tidal waves crashed
all over the world,
Out of the oceans came
The serpent of Midgard.
Thor ran at the beast,
The great Fenrir Wolf,
But he was soon
In snakes coils engulfed.
Thor pounded away,
He hammered the snake,
But he did no damage,
No dent did he make.
The great Fenrir Wolf
Rushed at Odin,
The god stabbed with his spear,
But the great wolf did win.
Vidar rushed at the beast
With his big heavy shoe,
Kicked in the jaw,
The Fenrir Wolf flew
Away from the battle,
away from the fray,
In the depths of space
The Fenrir Wolf stays.
The gods and the giants,
The battle they fought,
And in the end
it was all for naught.
They destroyed each other,
Each and every one,
And out of the darkness
Came a new sun.
In the sun’s warmth,
A great green was spread,
The great land had died,
And was back from the dead.
Two gods were left,
The young sons of Thor,
They were spared because
they were good and pure.
The gods met with two humans
Who had lived through the strife,
And together they planned
a new and better life.
And for this reason,
The Norse people say,
The gods stay in Asgard
To this very day.
But if in the future
The giants attack,
The gods will come to Midgard,
And they will attack.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
-- we get woven into each other's life sometimes without realizing it
I felt it when the sun came up this morning
I knew that I could not wait another day
There is something I must tell you
A voice is calling to me
Until we find the bridge across forever
Until this grand illusion brings us home
You and I will always be together
From this day on you'll never walk alone
You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Wherever we may travel
Whatever we may go through
Whatever time and space may take away
It cannot change the way I feel today
So hold me close and say you feel it too
You're a part of me and I'm a part of you
You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Lyrics by Glenn Frey, English Dan
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
Never Say its over,
Never say its done,
You don't want to be the one,
That has to go the parents and tell
Them that it was their children who were hit and fell.
Never Forget,
The past is never just behind us
History is never just history, thus
Why do we have tragedies
That saying is a Flacie
Rwanda. Congo, Tibet, all cracks,
Proof, that we must always look back.
Never Say it just happened then.
Even now in a world that contains,
Many marvelous wonders it remains,
In places like Syria, and Darfur.
There are always people slaughtering the poor
It persists even today,
We must never stray,
In memory to those who fell in the millions
To those who **** innocent civilians.
Never Say, its over.
Never say we’ve won
There is never a time it is actually done.
Perhaps there will be a day.
When love will emerge from the frey.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Silent is Night as dark is before Light...
Night sweet night, endless night - into the frey of the grey moonlight...
Such is the journey to Day...
Cõck crows bell tolls, morning washes the moon
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
O, these fine, fashionable, fondlers
Of pondering wisdom’s,
In the idioms of earthen
Consents,
Gray case encrusted,
Attitudinal cements.
Parapet and barrier,
Laments of rancid carrion.
Self bestowed upon slinking shoulders.
Into the Frey of Man speak,
Into the realm of blood and bone,
Ejected into the otherings
That man alone bestows.
Upon his brothers ****** brow,
Upon his trodden heart,
They seek definition
In epitome
In enfilades of bias and violence.
They languish under opinionated stars,
Under sun’s of blood red risings.
O that the voice of this could only die a death
Befitting some horrid criminal,
And peace come in its stead.
A vision of a dreamer
A poet writing wishes
Clichés of lost hopes
In search of soulful riches.
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
Practically disbelieve prophetic sustenance
Pre exist convince self sacrifice austerity
Lead solitary lonely strife unravel dysfunction
Slowly impede on sanities senses spirit bend
Empath way to escape betray forgive pain
Obey Frey free from Cain disintegrate
Holy guardianship vindicate Lord Lucifer
Emancipate misused divinity behoove
Sacred energy bitterly keep on enlightened
Sorcery face El-light what immaculate forgery
Divine Sphere of influence follow through
Underworld Godspeed enchant exuded kneads
Forbidden prayers left lay Ilahi arrest turn off Sylph
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
Alone
at the bar, in town;
down the road to the right.
I was afraid
At first
But then,
at the sight
of the warm firelight
In the hearth
thru the window pane
It seemed safe
And beckoned me
to come in, though alone
Laughter filtered
Through the night air
The camaraderie,
good cheer
(perhaps it was the beer?)
spilling over into the hearts of all
that were here, this night
Heady days of my youth
in the old neighborhood
I would never give pause
Or turn and go home
because I was alone
Those folks were family and -
Everyone knew my name.
No difference tonight
Walk in and sit down.
remember your worth!
don’t feel old!
be bold!
Look, there’s a seat
by the fire.
Instantly - I belonged!
not a solitary soul
or mere spectator.
I was the majority,
part of the sorority,
of revelers and folk,
though nobody knew my name
all the same
I wondered why:
had I hesitated at the door.
Did I think I was too old
had I lost my nerve?
To enter the frey
Because they
Were strangers?
and so was I?
Alone,nomore
at the bar, in town;
down the road to the right.
The next stranger I see
enter through the glass doors
with a hesitant stare
I will smile, I think
and offer a drink
and try to share that feeling
of belonging!
(c) Marlene Dunham 2010
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
each day is a poem the hours spell
each a chance for peace within ourselves
every line’s an opportunity for eyes without a bruise
but opportunities passed on just pass on through
time lost is a short road to regret
looking back is all a moment wasted begets
I can’t reach the clock to turn back the hands
I can’t reach back and have the time again
when did I become
so unsighted to today
when did I start to shove my spirit away
when did I become so anger-torn and frayed
when I forgot the pains that cut like a knife,
how regret and anger can burn a life
each day is a love song of a heart feeling well
each a love story the moments tell
every word a chance for our selves to be soothed
but opportunities shunned just slide on through
time wasted is a long fall into regret
longing for the moments lost and squandered and spent
I want to reach the clock to turn back the hands
I want to turn the glass and return the sands
when did I become
so naive to the gift of today
when did I start to throw opportunities away
when I forgot the pains that have been my strife,
the regret and anger that have burned my life
the sands, they only fall
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
'Twas the way she said,
...be sure to call me, don't forget...
then turned off her phone,
3 days net
I cast her a line
will she bite or let free?
readily lost from mind
the bait was me!
Oh mused from her loving
her plaything, her joy.
I spat out love poemz
Less haste did annoy
Lifted kindred spirit,
no more wobe-gone for me
was but a lie from a Strom
too blinded to sea
"You and I are going to have
a great love affair."
Should have been warning
Foundeld on note in sunlight morning
I asked the project wood
It for-told me, "Why Bother?"
Alone in my room, to ration or despair
Ignore nature's warning,
'tis up to me, I declare.
Sealed my fate...
I'm strong, been here before,
I'm ready for this...this...this time winning!
FOOL
Her's unslaved, mine unscathed
night,
was just the begining!
Oh the joys,
Such sweetness up to the edge,
but not quite *****
As promised her lore
THE everything abash
Irie romming back,
gonna get IT,
this time?
Maybe mohr
The musing doest stop,
genuine dost frey,
Lovings subside
Betrayl dost pay
"It will melt your mind"
Were the last words I herd
all in due time
her torture, my absurd
Communicate?
Communicate she says?
Why were not those words
so heards
Whence whining and pining decays?
Hypocrispy so blatant
it must be ignored,
and the melt of the mind
gets restored
For it was up to me
All along on this journey
The most painful part
Is I always did see
This dance with the devil
The game of fairie,
My loves lorn lost
To the leanhaun shee
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
The poem was very different
Not your ordinary write...
worded quite uniquely
the message fresh and bright.
I was so inspired I stayed up
Half the night
I wanted perfection it had
To be just right
When at last i finished it
I put it on the site.
The company of strangers
The company of friends
The company of other poets
Who's work is towards
These ends
We read all these
new concepts
Inspiration lends
We put out ideas
Their pathways wind and wend
We type in our computers
Edit and press send.
As many poems as poets
As many ways to say
Hello world! Many countries
On any given day
We write like knight's in
Armour headed for the frey
Our messages bright colors
Or maybe only grey
Destination is creation
Hello Poetry the way!
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
At first it is only a tinge on the horizon, barely distinguishable from the stars that hang. Then it unfurls , illuminating an inch of the sky at a time. An honest yellow , fervid pinks and reddish hues all blend into the gradually brightening sky, where the lid of indigo is being removed in favour of cornflower and aquamarine. below is an abyss - the wisps of cloud capture the color and let it seep… The cloud kingdom is slowly being consumed and still more join the Frey. Deep oranges mingle with the pinks, new clouds appear and in turn , like a xylophone being played by a child, sporadic , are lit up. Soon it is all around and the only signs of nights enclosures are the few bold stars who dare to watch, the rise of the sun.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
We hailed Robb The King in The North
He was the leader, who led his army forth
Everyone admired his strategic mind
After the battle of Oxcross he found something he thought he wouldn't find.
A girl who's name was from the faith of the seven
Robb thought that he'd find his own heaven
Only little did he know, his friends had distrust
Roose played it safe and Walder frey thought robb cared only about lust
At the wedding at the twins, the people were having a feast
Little did they know that they had angered the lion and other beasts
Devastated Catelyn would cry as Robb falls
Now the rains weep o'er The North's Halls..
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
i didn't mourn your death
i didn't cry, didn't scream
didn't **** the world or any god for taking you away
and then i remember
english class, we all had to memorize Atticus's speech
you know, the one in the courtroom where he defended Tom Robinson
and then i remember
that you sang about leaving us before any of us knew you were gone
ziggy stardust, i miss you
and then i remember
i'm 7, maybe 8 years old
you taught me what imagination meant, what i could do, what alternate universes i could create
and then i remember
you loved so much you died with a secret
as i grew, i learned how to understand you
and then i remember
the day purple rain meant a nation mourning in unity
and then i remember
your song was in shrek and i'm sorry but that association from my childhood never left me
and then i remember
the amount of pain you endured
and then i remember
i was 11, my brother was singing along to hotel california, introduced me to your band and pointed you out to me
"that's glenn frey he's the guitarist"
and then i remember
why this year has been such a dark one
so much of the light has vanished with you
and then i remember
i never gave myself a chance to mourn your death
-z.z
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
It's over,
Time to move on,
The world you once knew,
Is almost all gone.
The way you once saw,
The who you once had,
The one you once held,
His chest, no longer clad.
The heroics are dead,
Lost to a large frey,
The pillars did shake,
On that cold, fateful day.
The lions did roar,
Heard throughout the Savannah,
The Earth began to shake,
Heard from Japan to Montana.
T.S. Elliot's words begin to ring true,
It is not just me,
But also just you:
"This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper."
It is not over yet,
But resolve falls much limper.
If we just all forget about it,
If we all turn away,
We may be safe,
Who knows?
Someday.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
When no longer can I stand the way
Things stay the same day after day
I take up a pen, and fly away.
Borne on Dragon's wings with haste
Off to see some splendid place
Out of time, out of space.
It is here my heart resides,
In a world my dream provides
No matter where I may reside.
So when I find humanity
Has robbed me of my sanity
I indulge this vanity
This skill of mine to leave the frey
To build myself a brighter day
A way, in short, to fly away.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
White, grey, blue
Unideal weather reflects queue feelings due
Grey, blue, white
To cite the ceiling’s light, far out of sight
Blue, white, grey
Bay temptations to frey, the might we lay
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC
I 've nothing to do but sit and figure out the wrong parts
of Einstein's ride light theories
like I can't see time slowing
so how could it be
or
try to argue with Socrates who
is hung on my wall framed it's impossible
he always wins
or try to get rich quick
like Frey did with
a Million Little Lies
my next novel
awaiting publication,
about this dentist who underwent heart surgery
with no Anesthetic
Or dipute theories of Freud's
Oedipus Complex
with my gay friend.
who , by the way , had two mothers,
or watch CNN and listen to
our President
make an *** out of hisself
and make all the other countries
laugh at us,
or clean up the kitchen, hell,
I think I am going to argue with Dostoyevsky
about Jewish states.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
bartram viscarpratoria.
meldienn te le'an
de aas arfrentenmia.
frey ah deranmos.
tor toranmiasenkredermonoto kri.
chass ta lasanma toro.
toro toro.
shas ve ter
toro toro.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Is it ever safe
Is it ever okay
Without getting a strafe
Yet with filled with frey
Is it ever good to come out
Is it ever a good thing
Without getting doubt
And sringing stars of spring
Is it ever understandable
Is it ever full
Without getting the labol
And feel great pull
It is ever good
It is ever forgivin
With possibilities of could
You'll feel the best you ever been
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
that was it. that moment
your eyes connected with mine
my world began to shine
can you not see what you do to me?
stay with me and ill let you see
the inner me
and that way i hope you stay
and i will not let you be caught by a frey
and alll my dreams will consist of wishing your pain away
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
you can't hide
your lyin' eyes
and your smile
is a thin disguise
i thought by now
you'd realise
there ain't no way
to hide your lyin' eyes.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
Well I'm runnin'down the road
Try'n to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me
Two that want to stone me
One says she's a friend of mine
Take it easy , take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy
Well I'm standing on a corner
In Winslow Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's a girl my lord
In a flat-bed Ford
Slowing down to take a look at me
Come on baby , don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love
Is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win
Though we will never be here again
So open up I'm climbing in
So take it easy
Well I'm runnin' down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a lover who
won't blow my cover
She's so hard to find
Take it easy , take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Make you crazy
Come on baby , don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love's
Gonna save me
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
A toast to vicissitudes
That turn the tides of ones will to live
Let us revel in debauchery
And all that is self-deprecating
Prompting grandiosity and delusional accusations
From all that are looking in from the outside
For there are blank faces in public spaces
who can never simply feel content to just be
Fathomless fates from the freezer
Awaits all those who stray from Frey
A festal procession leads the congregation to
Perdition and soon complacency will follow too.
Predisposed to a predilection
for the neglect to has come before.
Effectuating apathy with every day that passes
Am I forsaken to be eternally ****** to the void?
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
a man of means and meager will
perched upon his window sill
playing vague for the promise of power
sings a song of a beg for the borrow
last chance, take the lead or follow
deny the headline buried shallow
a wink for here today gone tomorrow
patronize our cornerstone
lie to cover a backbone
stand upon the working hands
a great pretender in command
the artistic gesture moves the band
a flaunt for the sake of humanity
jaded swings on a strand
depravity seeks a bended knee
prosperity stands with hypocrisy
all to shake down a charity
inspires food for the Frey
feed the mighty, deny the small
the future strums for us all
as the fool dances, a fool circle
a lust to hunt is the pounce of greed
posed the tiger crouching mean
we see a coward dwelling in debris
fallen deep beside the seeds for spring
every bloom fighting for the surface
eager to bend, flourish, live to die savage
the grasp to breathe, a place to seethe
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
his eyes were smaller than i recall
though still the colour of the first autum leaf's fall
being neither really brown, green or grey
perhaps if you could colour the word distant or frey
it was noted how he remembered more good than bad, than i
every conflicted night, smallest arguement and really hard fight,
etched into my mind's eye
its harder to hate than to love, and im tired of the fruitless fight
cant love any longer from here, and ive really no right
my essence is empty, my heart still bleeding on his icy floor
in a maze, in a haze, in a daze frantically i search for an exit door
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC