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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/26/2006 3:31:33 AM | - For EMMA -
This is a poem for Emma,
While playing on a chair,
you took a tumbling fall,
And gave your mum a scare!
I hope you're feeling better,
I hope you're healing well,
Cause if you break anything else,
Your mum will give you Hell!
- Erik - Be a good girl and take care of your foot okay?    | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/27/2006 9:49:54 PM | -TO YOUR PICTURE!-
I love the way,
the shadows play,
on darkened skin,
as night eats day.
Your silken hair,
like flax so fair,
it draws my gaze,
and makes me stare.
Your muscle tone,
by gym you hone,
a sculpted form,
that's yours alone.
There's more to you,
than just the view,
or how you look,
I know it's true.
But for this time,
I'm here to ryhme,
the way my eyes,
love every line.
So here's to you,
so gorgeous too,
you're far more fine,
with every view.
- Erik -
Now as you know there is far more to all women than just looks, but as a guy, well duh!, I like the form and view as well. So I thought I would write this for a certain attractive lady who's photographs have really always made my eyes hungry to keep staring! hahaha,... | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/28/2006 11:04:25 PM | -Dedicated to SALTY TOWERS -
The lady alone across the sea,
The land not where she longs to be,
Her heart lies far off by the fjord,
Her people forged by axe and sword,
On her tongue the song of kings,
Of Gods and forgers of great rings,
Her hair flows down like winter snows,
The magic of the lands she knows,
A maiden proud of clever mind,
And who can say all she may find?
The only thing I know and warn,
To her will harken like a horn,
The kindred strong who call her one,
To all her foes our wrath be done!
- Erik -
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/28/2006 11:46:27 PM | - YOUR EYES and MINE -
Your eye gazes into mine
Deep inside you take me
Like a child taking your hand
To walk into the maze of all that glows within you
But it is no childs hand that rests in yours
The warrior treads slowly down the path
Farther and farther
Lost in you without loosing my way
Unlike the barbarians that maw at your look
But see only the surface
I have entered the gate and looked into your soul
Plunging down
Wandering the corridors
The deepest echos of your soul and heart
Going places that only you and I may share
All in the flash of a split second
In the meeting of eyes
In perception unyeilding and strong
Yin and Yang clashing in beauty and harmony
Souls woven together without effort
Dreams bound to eachother
Two silent warriors
Appraising eachother from different sides of the same ship
The poet in each noting the things that best capure our thoughts
The things that lock our memories into a slow dance
Like serpents twisting about eachother
A billion secrets and dreams
All unleashed in a single glance
A nod and the kenning that we know eachother
That we matter
That we have faith and strength
Loyal and honorable
Driven to look
Always together
No matter how far the land would keep us apart
The eyes speak
We listen and know
Your eyes speak
My dreams forever peirced
My heart and mind are yours
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/29/2006 2:34:27 AM |  Now it's my turn to be blushing
Thank you Erik. 
Even though you have painted the 'warrior queen'  my kisses are not so horrible, so no need to be afraid 
I'll have to think on a reply. I just came in from outside and preparing for the spring. The ground is beginning to warm (a little) and so out with the withered grasses of last season, turning the earth, and digging in Fall's leaves. Hot shower had, and I think I am going to eat and then go sit under the stars. Black black night outside and no clouds. The stars are bright and almost close enough to catch ;) And so wrapped in an enormous duna, butt down in a big garden chair, feet wrapped and up on the great big wooden table, head back...I depart for the heavens.
 and thank you Erik | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/30/2006 2:49:54 AM | Okay saw another one!
She wants friends for romance and a long lasting relationship. ( No I am not naming any names ) but goes on to wonder why guys treat her like a sex object? Does Erik dare peek at her profile,... did we need to ask? hahaha,...
She wont see this. I don't think reading and comprehension are high on her list, if should could write enough to have a list! hahaha,... But I just find it amusing.
Why are the guys so rude and horney?
Asked the confused lady,
All eight pics are really porney!
Thus the e-mail's shady!
Pictures bent over, your hem riding high,
Showing your panty floss!
Dont be mad that they stare at your thigh,
Respect for you a loss!
What right do you have to be whiney?
Why are you so darn mad?
If you weren't showing off all your Hiney,
Your mail might not be so bad!
- Erik - | |
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| I Am
Posted: 8/30/2006 3:26:14 AM | I am the waters
From spring's cascading splendour
Pouring forth from cliffs and hilltops
Rivers undefined dancing playfully from ledge to rugged ledge
Leaping in freefall down mountain sides
Caring not for whence I land
Amongst brothers I shall dwell
I am the waters
Chattering across the newborn world
Filling hollow spaces and resting gently
Pouring onwards twards oceans newly freed from winters grip
Running playfully cross fields with sweet new grasses
Singing through each pebble each cascade
"Drink" and let new seasons life begin
I am the waters
Pouring cross ancient mountains into seas
Mixing with the salt of lands now gone
Tasting memories of bolder times when ships and warriors did roam
Changing, melting into new worlds
Lapping gently on new tides
Becoming one with oceans great
I am the waters...... | |
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| I Am
Posted: 8/30/2006 3:34:32 AM | I am the waters
Deep and restless lapping shores and isles
Stillness seldom seen I carry many secrets
Seen from above I am only a reflection, hiding safely all I am and hold inside
Rolling waves and sucking troughs mere images
But made by buried mountains out of sight
I am the waters
Strongly feel me surge beneath you
Passions breath in every curve
With tides and currents mastered only by those braver souls who venture
Into waters deep to taste my splendour
Feel my wonder, know my secrets
I am the waters
Holding ancient knowledge in my swell
Deaths nursery for those who did not live to tell
Keeper of souls of errant wanderers who dared but did not seek to know
The many currents of my life and ebb and flow
The mysteries of she who is eternal
I am the waters.... | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/31/2006 7:10:21 PM | Lot to be said for magic
It comes in many forms :)
I'm at a loss for words today. I seem to have reverted to 'the story teller' rather than 'poet'. It seems the pond has run dry for now, and I have to start doing some serious things for a while instead of enjoying 'pond magic'.
I want to finish 'water' some time (she has not finished her journey yet) and I have yet to respond to 'the serpent'. I tried to when the 'water' thing happened. lol
We're not all as talented as 'Yon Erik the Brave' 
 Back later when my mind can settle a bit. Look forward to seeing some more 'viking magic' that brings wings to my restless soul. | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/31/2006 10:49:15 PM | Funny how, as I spoke out loud my yearning for some Viking Magic
I happened upon (a little later in the day) a verse that struck a chord
Not so much a verse, an invocation, right from the lap of the gods, not tragic
But drew me up in my chair, breath held I heard them speak, my lords
Of ancient memories, and yet not weep did I, I flew...
Flew on the wings of ancient lore, and eyes lit up, I thirsted more
As gods brought forth in ancient curse, a warning, calling, no, much worse
The gods themselves were speaking thus, and listen I did, I wanted, I must
For in those words were you and I, our kith and kin, and again I did fly
On a brothers borrowed wings...
Amazing what happens when we just say out loud what is really our hearts desire.
I have seen this happen again and again.
I just wish I could remember to do it instead of seeing it happening accidentally.  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/1/2006 11:49:31 AM | -For CYNDERALLA-
I love the photos one and all
looking down and in the hall
Statuesque in form and pose
Sweeping lines of flowing clothes
Raven hair that cascades down
In it drawing my eyes round
But your eyes are oh so deep
Burning passion in them sleeps
Smouldering and mild aglow
Fires raging from below
Fierce and independent heart
Brilliant mind that's strong and smart
Any time you need a friend
Know on her you can depend
And if she should need one too
Many hearts would hasten through
Melting men with her great form
Deep inside they feel forlorn
For she's not some little toy
Put here for them to enjoy
She is rather one who's magic
Life of joy but sometimes tragic
In her eyes I see the pain
She's too gracious to explain
But more so we feel her pride
All the love that wells inside
Though she's gorgeous in the skin
Far more beauty lies within
I feed humor that she craves
As she reads my rants and raves
But in me a friend she knows
One who'll fend away her woes
She once called me double spy
Sides with women though a guy
She knows though she makes me drool
That I'll never act the fool
So as you read this little poem
Know you'll always have a home
In the heart of one weird Viking
Who finds you much to his liking!
- Erik - This is for a nice friend. She is a really fun woman and always very gifted, and richly insightful. Her eyes see everything and she has great instincts and perceptions of the world around her and all the friends who's lives she touches and a very kind and personal way! | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/1/2006 2:01:59 PM | You touch my heart in such a way...
In our lifes we meet people along the way some leave footprint in the sand along our paths and some leave footprints in our souls. You my friend have left them in my soul.
Thank you for such a beautiful poem.
~lil Cyn~ | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/2/2006 12:00:28 AM | Cyn a delight and honor for me! You are most welcome! It is easiest to write poetry when you have an awesome friend as a subject to inspire such words. Have a great evening and good day!
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/4/2006 1:38:08 AM | Sick humor: Sometimes lack of sleep makes me silly and I come up with strange scenarios of men and women etc. Usually you are spared the sharing, but sometimes the naughty quirky Viking inside me gets out and unleashes a bit of twisted humor on my readers! This is one of those times!
-GOT YOUR NUMBER OFF THE BATHROOM WALL-
So what I got your number from the bathroom wall?
I'll still respect you in the morning!
The promise of a fun time made me have to call,
'Side's all the heavy breathers must be boring!
You called me,"pervert" when I asked what you are wearing?
Then you told me to roast in Hell!
You must have felt the love and known that I wasn't staring!
When at last you decided to tell!
I should have known you would have caller ID,...
Cause then you got all freaky and wild,
Now I wish that you would stop calling for me!
Your lust makes me feel so defiled!
- Erik -
I liked the idea of bugging a girl and having her flip it around on the annoying caller! Hehehehe,... Enjoy folks!
( This was originally a simple rememberance of the chorus line to a song by the same title as the poem from a rock band back in the mid 80's called Faster pu$$ycat. )
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/4/2006 7:12:05 AM | Hahaha. Good one Erik
Ah the places the mind roams when it needs some 
Some Midnight Madness from Down Under
I happened upon a bathroom wall
A note was pinned there, said "Please call
If you are feeling sad or down
Or need a friend to lift your frown"
I wondered who on earth would pin
A note like this on a bathroom in
A pet shop! Then I laughed out loud
And walked outside and joined the crowd.
Months later on, my cat got sick
And though I called the vet real quick
It was a very touchy time
And I remembered then that rhyme
Shyly I stole back to the store
Looked around then noticed the door
Slid right in and found the note
And the number down I wrote
Got home and felt a little coy
Phone up a stranger? Boy oh boy!
Dialled the number, it was busy
Message bank made me quite dizzy!
Listening. It was me...
salty | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/4/2006 8:43:05 AM | Thank you so much for your poem, paints such a true picture of what I am finding. I just got hooked into this thing and am starting to understand what makes it tic. I have experienced the same. I got caught up with a gal that I checked out her take on the forums and I am starting to see a lot deeper into people.
If you do
you can meet me
but.. isn't it sweet to dream
Almost better really, to dream
Is fantasy better than reality?
Probably not but close
Don't ruin the fantasy
To make those two meet, that's the key
That's when the world explodes
In the meantime, we talk,
See, connect
Then go outside and breathe deep and smile | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/6/2006 9:55:55 PM | Bravely
As I tred the path
My brightened eyes
See many things
Unseen
Alone
I walk, head high
None brave enough
To tred the path
Beside me
None
Foolish enough
To try to lead
I will not follow
Blindly
Some
Foolish enough
To try to follow
And be as me
Unwisely
Until
The path I trod
Was somehow
Shared by you
Unknown
Unseen
A crooked arrow flew
A shield it hit
It wasnt mine
But you
Alive
Walks on with
Breath and gift of life
Alone, I walked
With you
salty | |
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