"norsemen" poems - Hello Poetry

White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.

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Sep 23, 2017

Sep 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

connecthook

Betting on the Races

White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.

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To go a viking was the call To be answered by Norsemen blonde and tall And so they rode the dragon boats The powers of Thor and Odin they did invoke Once more upon a foreign shore Spared not the weak who did emplore For mercy from untimely death A viking was a raid unto death The weak and feeble felt the axe Even the strong had no hope to match The power of its savage bite And when the blow fell death came in sight Of those yet to fall Delivered by a norseman tall Few were spared and taken slave To labour for their remaining days Then the longships turned once more for home Few Norsemen dead no more to roam There is a name for what they did To Go A Viking

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC

joe-cole

To Go A Viking

To go a viking was the call To be answered by Norsemen blonde and tall And so they rode the dragon boats The powers of Thor and Odin they did invoke Once more upon a foreign shore Spared not the weak who did emplore For mercy from untimely death A viking was a raid unto death The weak and feeble felt the axe Even the strong had no hope to match The power of its savage bite And when the blow fell death came in sight Of those yet to fall Delivered by a norseman tall Few were spared and taken slave To labour for their remaining days Then the longships turned once more for home Few Norsemen dead no more to roam There is a name for what they did To Go A Viking

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--- Once upon a time In a land so far away There was a wretched kingdom Were a vampire held sway He was very ancient Handsome as a knave Dressed in black and silken garb Was said to be quite brave But such a cruel creature He devoured the towns The soldiers were all petrified Would not defend the crown So the King of the castle Searched both far and wide For mighty men of valor To defend the countryside Finally up north He found a daring band Of golden headed Vikings To defend his failing land The company of Norsemen Could not be laidback They rallied their army And decided to attack! They put no garlic round their necks No ash stakes did they carry They knew not the vampire ways And so they were not wary But oh! What valiant men! They made quite a sight! Scaling the vampiric castle walls - IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! The vampire, Vlad the terrible, Made a crimson flood Destroyed every one of them And feasted on their blood! It was before morning The darkest witching hour Vlad finished dispatching them His countenance was dour Then a light came streaking From the pitch black sky - It was a Valkyrie! She made a fearsome cry! "You! Vlad the terrible!" The ghoul looked up, aghast! "You feasted on my Norsemen - But I am here at LAST!!!" The mighty female warrior Shook back her golden mane "You've killed many villagers But won't do it AGAIN!!!" The brilliant armored woman Faced off the evil lord He laughed, "You cannot slay me! No! Not with that sword!" "And for all your armor What do you suppose? Your sweet delicious throat Is slender... and EXPOSED!!! The Valkyrie laughed She threw back her hair She let fly her sword It scissored through the air!!! The dreaded Vlad was impaled But NOT through his chest Through his very garments The great sword came to rest To a TREE the monster stuck Like a fly caught with a pin He could not free himself! And he saw the rising SUN!!! He struggled against his cape He'd have none of THAT! But Vlad could not break the sword So he became a bat! Up he flew to escape his fate But a ray of sun broke through With an arc he burnt to spark IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!! The Valkyrie, triumphant, Cried out, "it is I!!! For when there is a battle, I decide who lives and dies!!! I decide the outcome! Tis not by happenstance... Won't see you in Valhalla *You never had a chance!!!* So ended the battle The Valkyrie WON. The outcome was decided... ...Before it was begun!!! SoulSurvivor 5/6/2015

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Vampire VS Valkyrie

--- Once upon a time In a land so far away There was a wretched kingdom Were a vampire held sway He was very ancient Handsome as a knave Dressed in black and silken garb Was said to be quite brave But such a cruel creature He devoured the towns The soldiers were all petrified Would not defend the crown So the King of the castle Searched both far and wide For mighty men of valor To defend the countryside Finally up north He found a daring band Of golden headed Vikings To defend his failing land The company of Norsemen Could not be laidback They rallied their army And decided to attack! They put no garlic round their necks No ash stakes did they carry They knew not the vampire ways And so they were not wary But oh! What valiant men! They made quite a sight! Scaling the vampiric castle walls - IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! The vampire, Vlad the terrible, Made a crimson flood Destroyed every one of them And feasted on their blood! It was before morning The darkest witching hour Vlad finished dispatching them His countenance was dour Then a light came streaking From the pitch black sky - It was a Valkyrie! She made a fearsome cry! "You! Vlad the terrible!" The ghoul looked up, aghast! "You feasted on my Norsemen - But I am here at LAST!!!" The mighty female warrior Shook back her golden mane "You've killed many villagers But won't do it AGAIN!!!" The brilliant armored woman Faced off the evil lord He laughed, "You cannot slay me! No! Not with that sword!" "And for all your armor What do you suppose? Your sweet delicious throat Is slender... and EXPOSED!!! The Valkyrie laughed She threw back her hair She let fly her sword It scissored through the air!!! The dreaded Vlad was impaled But NOT through his chest Through his very garments The great sword came to rest To a TREE the monster stuck Like a fly caught with a pin He could not free himself! And he saw the rising SUN!!! He struggled against his cape He'd have none of THAT! But Vlad could not break the sword So he became a bat! Up he flew to escape his fate But a ray of sun broke through With an arc he burnt to spark IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!! The Valkyrie, triumphant, Cried out, "it is I!!! For when there is a battle, I decide who lives and dies!!! I decide the outcome! Tis not by happenstance... Won't see you in Valhalla *You never had a chance!!!* So ended the battle The Valkyrie WON. The outcome was decided... ...Before it was begun!!! SoulSurvivor 5/6/2015

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The equilibrium of the ecosystem is challenged by the rites of the 11th Century Norsemen. Smell the pine in the forests of North America where the dream catcher swings in the branches of the misty Boreal forest. We must never forget in our futile plight for supremacy, that the roots of trees are deeply connected to the annals of history where contemporary grandiosity is a mere mirage of what we call sophistication. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is where Johann Sebastian Bach communicated his message as clear as the cries of those who were slaughtered in the Highland Clearances. Parallel octaves of our Viking ancestry are firmly established and will never be altered despite the quests of the New World Order.

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC

david-barr

Scandinavian Modernity

The equilibrium of the ecosystem is challenged by the rites of the 11th Century Norsemen. Smell the pine in the forests of North America where the dream catcher swings in the branches of the misty Boreal forest. We must never forget in our futile plight for supremacy, that the roots of trees are deeply connected to the annals of history where contemporary grandiosity is a mere mirage of what we call sophistication. Toccata and Fugue in D Minor is where Johann Sebastian Bach communicated his message as clear as the cries of those who were slaughtered in the Highland Clearances. Parallel octaves of our Viking ancestry are firmly established and will never be altered despite the quests of the New World Order.

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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.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC

steinar-lothbrok

Wrath Of The Norsemen

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.

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The Norsemen rowed in Dragon boats And sailed the mighty seas Through howling winds and snarling waves They prayed to Thor for guidance The Vikings travelled far and wide To find their willing victims One look at these men armed with swords And they knew their days were numbered! The Berserkas is there other name And plundering was their game A flash of steel was all it took And untold riches came their way

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Mar 16, 2016

Mar 16, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC

angela-purves

The Mighty Viking Men

The Norsemen rowed in Dragon boats And sailed the mighty seas Through howling winds and snarling waves They prayed to Thor for guidance The Vikings travelled far and wide To find their willing victims One look at these men armed with swords And they knew their days were numbered! The Berserkas is there other name And plundering was their game A flash of steel was all it took And untold riches came their way

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I’ve written enough small poetry to start a nuclear war. Do you want to die in traffic behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall. Control eludes us. The hero loses urinary control, the unified nation loses missile control, lost my timepiece, lost my metronome, now my music is ethereal as an archangel’s. No owl hoots or duck quacks or squirrels ******** or spiders spanning rampikes. The floccinaucinihilipilification of nature. No greater tragedy than a tipping point that tests the hero’s gullibility, complicity, self-control, comity, sense of humor which is the only remedy not to hate those in authority. Them guys with guns at the Michigan state house, fat bearded tattooed ****** off white bros. Norsemen, Crusaders, Vikings, Britons. For despair there is no forgiveness. Peace out. Nuclear mischief, mad Man’s most incandescent bloom and the devil who exists to carry the load when we misbehave and fight among ourselves. I wake up to my skin boiling off my bones. Humor is the only remedy, or is ardor the best way forward. We’ll see how things work out in the next generation. The same diverse, spoiled, unpatriotic revolutionaries as at the nation’s beginning trying to reverse the future, making phone calls to get out the vote in Georgia, hating the desert for having no water. Events keep piling up, the future depends on ourselves. Conflict is inevitable and in this conflict power must be challenged by power so err on the side of patience, perseverance and impermanence.

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Dec 7, 2021

Dec 7, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC

robert-ronnow

The Compensatory Force of Nemesis

I’ve written enough small poetry to start a nuclear war. Do you want to die in traffic behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall. Control eludes us. The hero loses urinary control, the unified nation loses missile control, lost my timepiece, lost my metronome, now my music is ethereal as an archangel’s. No owl hoots or duck quacks or squirrels ******** or spiders spanning rampikes. The floccinaucinihilipilification of nature. No greater tragedy than a tipping point that tests the hero’s gullibility, complicity, self-control, comity, sense of humor which is the only remedy not to hate those in authority. Them guys with guns at the Michigan state house, fat bearded tattooed ****** off white bros. Norsemen, Crusaders, Vikings, Britons. For despair there is no forgiveness. Peace out. Nuclear mischief, mad Man’s most incandescent bloom and the devil who exists to carry the load when we misbehave and fight among ourselves. I wake up to my skin boiling off my bones. Humor is the only remedy, or is ardor the best way forward. We’ll see how things work out in the next generation. The same diverse, spoiled, unpatriotic revolutionaries as at the nation’s beginning trying to reverse the future, making phone calls to get out the vote in Georgia, hating the desert for having no water. Events keep piling up, the future depends on ourselves. Conflict is inevitable and in this conflict power must be challenged by power so err on the side of patience, perseverance and impermanence.

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Old one-eyed jack, old all father dressed in ****** black, walking down a windy path while Fenris nibbles on his chains and the Midgard serpent goes on searching the tree of life for something like an apple to sink his fangs into. Slipperier than all his other trickster friends Loki doesn’t make amends just contends with puckish trends acting like a nave, a slave to playful impulses. And all those Asier, Asgardian, Norsemen, Reapers valiant Valkyrie, well I would concede gratefully going to the halls to drinks some mead but I am not a warrior just a very bad bard.

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC

graff1980

Untitled 150

Old one-eyed jack, old all father dressed in ****** black, walking down a windy path while Fenris nibbles on his chains and the Midgard serpent goes on searching the tree of life for something like an apple to sink his fangs into. Slipperier than all his other trickster friends Loki doesn’t make amends just contends with puckish trends acting like a nave, a slave to playful impulses. And all those Asier, Asgardian, Norsemen, Reapers valiant Valkyrie, well I would concede gratefully going to the halls to drinks some mead but I am not a warrior just a very bad bard.

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.*even the norsemen fathomed a disgust for encouraging **** and cannibalism, even if it was: christian metaphorical*... the air has a whiff of soap in it, unlike the casual association of bourbon to a brothel... the air... nearing the end of spring... at night... and it has the scent of soap... scent of soap: a liquidated toll of melting, butter... but with perfumery additions... like... once upon a time: squeezing lavendar... molotov chamomile? seriously... a bottle of bourbon can remind you of visiting a brothel... but... the night... remidning you of melting butter, butter infused with chamomile? night-time... and soap... soap... no angelina jolie salt... no salt: all, about... soap! seriously, is it chamomile soap? it's buttery glue sickly snort... "doodle"... and when all the president's men... oh when all the president's men... go marching in... oh when all the president's men... go marching in... oh when all the president's men... oh when all the president's men... go marching in... the president's men, the president's men... go marching in... i want to be, in that, tabloid spew! oh when all the president's men go tacky 'em 'selves in on in; i want to be in that "'umber"... because otherwise the sun would never... try being smart... contra the tabloid press... i want to be... in that header... oh when all the president's men grovel, at ever, having marched in. you either learn the flute: or you learn to play the tongue - the equivalence of music here and the equivalence of music throughout... i had to toy with diacritical marks because i wanted to be less jealous of people able to read music script; it's not that poetry became a lesson in elocution: but being able to make the distinction, in that english has dyslexia while polish has orthography... and there's always a democratic complexity of god to return to. then again i do slur when it comes to practice: but that comes from having observed: the eyes read more than the tongue bothers to recite. yet the crow is persistently consistent with its croaking: as i will be: adding accents... not for a reason to agree with a uniformity as the end results: it's just that i don't like eating food cooked by other people, a friday night's fish & chips cooked by turks?

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

freeing all the drafts: soap no salt / southampton city blues

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