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"mimir" poems
O, dear friends! May I tell a , tale of Graceful Norse God ?. Odin or Woden of the Norse Myth Father of gods and men on Earth Faced much risk, to help His world Mimir the God of Knowledge claimed One of His eyes to share knowledge. Suffering much studied Woden- Runes on wood, metal and stone. Ravens on either side of His shoulder Fetch the news from far and wide Thought and memory were two birds Hugin and Munin they were called. He got skaldic mead from the Giants Touch of which makes anyone a poet. Gracious Odin gave away His skills To all gods and men of His reign. Can you be such a heroic leader To save our sighing Motherland? ============================= Note:Norse Myth=Mythology of the Scandinavian area. The day of the Woden is Wednesday.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
A MODEL HERO
Terror steed. He drinks from the well where Mimir’s head hoards the runes. His avatars stand in forgotten corners. I found one in a fragment of green saved from the sprawl of the Great Wen; his grey trunk was lightning-scarred, yet bravely he held up his broken arms, and under his root, bees were nesting. Beset by serpents, nibbled by stags, still he bears up the weight of the world. Without his breath, the air we breathe would choke, not nourish. Our lives hang on his outspread arms, athirst for the sweet inspiring ale which Bragi brews. Wisdom’s words lie in the well; you must ride the terror-steed to read them, but the price is high, and few will pay it, though one eye sees more clearly than two how when the ash shakes the earth trembles, and terror-steed bears off the quick and the dead.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
Yggdrasil (autumn 2010)
Do you look down at me? Oh, I look up at you! You! You! You! Look down at me? Me? I am nothing, by Ezekiel! Shut your vagrant mouth. You close it, like a confounded swine! My God! Stop looking down at me! Not me! Not me! I am feeling violent today. Oh, very severe. You, you, you. I am feeling like a ruffian. Today, and other days. It is not like other days. Want to be gone today. Pick at my brain- Oh, be gone today. Ah. Ah ahhhhhh Gone, gone, gone Go go go Going to a-go-go To ****** row Sweet baby Jezebel Orange crooner Mimir Take me to the sempiternal nest Rest rest rest.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
By Ezekiel, I Am Ill