| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/18/2008 2:53:43 PM | goats are really smart, have gotten a bad rap with organized religion, probably because they are so smart, had a pygmy goat named Zeus, he bred eight nannies last year and died happy of a heart attack, mother were all full sized breads, I put them i a ditch and Zeus on the stonewall and he did well, died well, smiling I think. I like the image of them pulling Thor's
chariot , slick pulls a goat cart, when I can no longer afford deisel I will happily drive him to the village and back. | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/19/2008 5:58:34 AM | - I FORGE -
I forge the life I live
I forge the love I give
I forge my strongest light
I forge my weakest plight
I forge the newest me
I forge the mind to see
I forge the flowing field
I forge the urge to yield
I forge the artwork strong
I forge the the word in song
I forge the the thunder mood
I forge the moon subdued
I forge with hammer blows
I forge with heart that knows
I forge the stone and rings
I forge the line of kings
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/19/2008 11:50:10 AM | - NEVER BEEN PERFECT -
I've never been perfect
But I've been darn good
I've never done it all
But I did what I could
I don't know tomorrow
But I work on today
May not be a Master
But I know what to say
I cannot beat the world
Yet I stand undefeated
When others get too cold
My body remains heated
My eyesight might need help
But my vision is so clear
Sometimes the loudest voice
Is the one you cannot hear
I once lived in darkness
Now I just dwell in the light
I never give up swiming
For the land is still in sight
Sometimes I act silly
But I never act without
Whispers from my heart
Alleviate all doubt
I've never been perfect
But I have been darn good
I live life with passion
And love the ones I should
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/19/2008 2:01:08 PM | - MANFIRE -
Burning in the sanctum of need
Blazing from coals that smoulder in deed
Driven to serve but hotter inside
Fueled by emotions burning with pride
When the coals are starting to wane
Sometimes a fanning is needed again
Sometimes a tending would be rather nice
Hunger for fuel rather than ice
Honor your mate and serve her well
Rage not the pyre driven like Hell
But to the mistress stand at his side
Tended the fires have never died
Sometimes the scorching comes with a wind
Chars from the embers crackling within
Never the less it burns for you
Tend to your fire, burn the blaze true
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/19/2008 10:10:00 PM | - MAILMAN VS. POSTMAN -
Mailman sounds masculine
Like he's the Male-man
Like he's got great plans
Like he's got big hands
Postman sounds afterthought
Like he's beyond prime
Like he's just serving time
Like he's in decline
Mailman sound sexual
Like "lookout house wife!"
Like he relieves strife
Like he's the good life
Postman sounds past gone
Like he's near retired
Like he is expired
Like he was bad-sired
- Erik - Words can mean so much! Same men, different feel!  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/21/2008 10:04:47 AM | Want a good chuckle or fun feeling? Check out the Star Wars Lego video on my PoF profile. I found it the other day and it is quite funny and well done.
- YA GOTTA SEE IT! -
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Watch Lord Vader
Entertain you
- Erik -  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/22/2008 7:50:03 AM | Have you ever been so tired that you are sort of goofy but you cant sleep. I wonder if that tired has a certain name? Like "Loopified" aka; "That guy is acting a little loopified wouldn't you say?"
Just a thought,...
Okay you came here for a poem right? So of course I will deliver. I always do. hahaha,...
- RISE AND FALL OF THE ORCHID -
Look ate the Orchid bathed in delight
Flower in purple and yellow and white
Look at the Orchid plucked for a girl
Pinned on her dress top, colours unfurled
Look at the giver grinning with pride
Oh how she loves it, all misty eyed
Look how the time flew after the dance
She in the backseat, him without pants
Look at the rocking as the car's hot
Bouncing and steaming there in the lot
Look at the Orchid, crumpled and torn
Victim of lust, crushed under porn!
- Erik - Hahahaha,.... That's called a classic Viking romance.  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/25/2008 5:44:06 AM | Erik's Viking Dictionary defines, rehtoric.
Rehtoric > a statement of colour indicating a flush or blushing condition.
e.g. "The more Rick drank, the rehtoRic got!"
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/25/2008 1:40:15 PM | Erik my friend, I got your messege, and wrote you a longggggg reply back and when I tried to send it to you it said your not accepting messeges , something about you blocking or something???.Anyway long time since we last spoke eh??.Tell your lovely lady I said hallo.Dont know why it wouldent let me reply, but dont want to go on to much on your thread my friend.You take care and keep smiling.: | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/27/2008 11:52:55 AM | Hmmmm,... blocking you? That is weird. At any rate, I am happy to hear from you. I will tell Cyn hi for you as well. Hoping you are having the time of your life!
Here's to my friends in the lands of the Scots
From the beaches of Florida where weather is hot
It's so nice to hear from ya,smiles with a wink
Now keep up the good life, and have a good drink!
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/27/2008 4:34:59 PM | - THE LONGBOAT -
Waters lap across the prow
Spray of winds that whisper death
Sea Gods sing with icey breath
Dragon head to guide the heart
Licking seas that splash a tune
In the black without the moon
Woven spells to guide the bold
Oars that send the strake so swift
Light to beach and set adrift
On the shore the longboat grounds
Wolves of Odin swift to spring
Bane of maiden, priest, or king
Plighing swords of fuller steel
Swift aground and to the ham
There the sleeping folks to ram
Bark of dog to warn them all
Arrows swift to silence hound
Kill the men and maids be bound
Find the silver and the hoard
Taking weapons yet unused
Prize of those so swift confused
Then a shouldering at shore
Once again the strake at sea
Cries of slaves who tried to flee
In the dark the ship then rides
Currents speak their names in Norse
Guided without sight or force
Behind them the fires rage
Castles waken to the sight
Far off Hamlet burning bright
Riding forth to save the town
Knights and warriors of the king
Swift the justice they would bring
But the town is dead and taken
Nordic raid on English shore
Then they left and there no more
Far across the northern strand
In the dark the longboat sails
Given flight to where it hails
Oh the sagas that will ring
Of the sealords bold and strong
Reign of fear three ages long
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/30/2008 11:41:40 AM | the faucet
writing poems on POF
turned a lifelong trickle
into a stream
years of ideas
gushed out in a rush
and now it feels
like I've run out of steam
but I know it's not so
'cause nothing is dammed
it's just that before
the ideas were jammed
so even if the flow is slow
and my cache is small
I answer to creative call
and writing's all I really ever wanted
the nag of the ambition
that for decades left me haunted
feeling there was something
that I had left undone
but now the sense of failure
has been broken
my ambition and my dreaming mind
have spoken
LS 8/30/08
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 8/31/2008 10:19:08 AM | wassssup Erik!
I wrote a happy little poem...not much of one...but hell...I felt it....lol....so I figured I'd share....hope you're doin alright darlin...
there wasn't a tree for miles
so I walked
found every interpretation
in the nation
of identification
until I found a tree
simple as can be
so I sat there in the shade
and watched the children play | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/1/2008 6:12:56 AM | Hi Ash!
That was a kool poem. Made me reflect. I am doing good thanks!
I once had a like situation
Couldn't find trees to my frustration
I looked all around me but where could they be?
Of course I WAS in a kayak at sea,....
- Erik - hehehehe,... Thanks for sharing your poem with me on the thread. Cheers! | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/1/2008 5:58:59 PM | - THE STORM -
Hurricane to waste the lands
Blotting out the realm of man
Winds to show us what is strong
Water surge to break the throng
How the tempest causes pain
Those who feel the bite again
Thoughts of hope and wishes well
After storm and water swell
Some say evil but that's wrong
Harsh perhaps and over-strong
But the storm is fed by man
From pollution we began
Stripping off the ozone layer
Greenhouse gasses now the slayer
Warmer climate more inane
Fueler of the Hurricane
- Erik -
Best wishes to those who have suffered through a hit by Gustav. Hearts and thoughts are with you all. | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/1/2008 6:48:06 PM | Erik dear sweet viking, thank you for the alluring ingenious beat you tap...plundering the soul.
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Mask of intrigue
graces her face;
hides her worries,
not her past.
Aged to perfection;
timeless allure.
Dance, lady, dance.
Hips undulate
to the rhythm
of her melancholy;
beguiling, tantalizing.
Gasping thunder
storm swells within.
Beads outline
lush curves.
Rivulets of sweat
drip into
screaming cleavage;
pierce the calm.
Body sways
to night air.
Silent music
drowns the night.
Lost in the reverie
of her own making.
Hands mesmerize
unclasping a moment.
Fingers move
in elegant drifts;
reach to heaven
seeking inner solace.
Motion conveys
subliminal messages;
gyrating temptress.
Music telegraphs
into open pores,
emitting lyrical scent.
Neck arches
with tendrils of strain.
Head bows
while tears escape.
Face tightens
as she chants.
Click your heels;
reap your destiny!
It’s not too late.
Seize the dawn;
your prime is now,
as you
dance, gypsy lady, dance.
~M~
I feel another journey calling to me... | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/2/2008 2:55:18 PM | You have a descriptive gift for the dance that I have to sat Roxy, remains unrivalled! Excellent work, and very stirring too! Thank you for sharing that on my thread!
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/4/2008 12:17:43 PM | - WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME -
When you look closely at me, what is it that you then see?
Do you see a past long gone, or the future growing on?
Do you see the eyes of fate, driven to a purpose late?
Do you see the right or wrong, weakness maybe or too strong?
When you look at me a while, do you feel the inner smile?
Do you see my friendly face, spoken soft the voice to grace?
Do you see my harder side, fighting still to quell great pride?
Do you see hero or fool, seeming kind or maybe cruel?
What is it that you do see, truely when you look at me?
- Erik - | |
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