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PNasarudheen Sep 2013
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?
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Note:Norse Myth=Mythology of the Scandinavian area. The day of the Woden is Wednesday.
Ann Williams Ms Feb 2017
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.
James Van Allen May 2019
Give me a title
But what is the use
Cant quantify me
I make genres obtuse

Try to be golden
But darkness it feeds me
Thrills beg for offering
High pricing for cookies

Escape from the madness
With body intact
Jump right back in
Because feeling I lack

Addicted to chaos
But hate how it leaves me
Emulated the Wanderer
Who hung from the tree of trees

Grabbed for the runes
Read through the Matrix
My eyes, they were opened
But Mimir needs payment

Hell that I've conjured
Talked to its legions
Poetics aside
Ive talked to its demons

Gaining the third sight
They thought I would crumble
Thought Id go mad
Yet feet never stumbled

Out of the forest
Yet crave to go back there
What is my issue
What is this madness

Mimir is calling
He wants his dear payment
Eluded him last time
Next time he might gain it

The sweet taste of fruit
Idunna's it isn't
Its far far more sweeter
But wormed and decayded

Cant taste the apple
Without giving a tooth
Yes I want my cake
Yes I want to eat it too

.45s make light of a strange situation
Terror his payment if no one will pay him
Calm down the chakra, ignore all the chatter
They hate when you ignore them, hate to be outted.
Derrek Estrella May 2019
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.
Cole Jackson Apr 2020
Mimir guards the well of knowledge
People fear knowledge so they refuse to try and find it
Some people come to accept the knowledge of their heritage
Once people accept that knowledge is valuable they will never reach their limit
You can never fill your personal well of knowledge because it is bottomless

— The End —