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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/6/2008 5:17:48 PM | - FORTUNARIUM -
Dancing in the light I come
Banners waving in the morning breeze
Behind me now a host so vast
Before me empires begging to be overcome
Paradigms lost and altered
Visons beyond the kenning of the plain
Resolute fixations of goals and purpose
The rising sun at my back
A myriad of possibility before me
Horns of triumph blaring their echos of constancy
Abundance and growth encompassing me
At my side the most beautiful creature to grace this realm
At my call the passions of a giant in mortal flesh
Stirrings of adventure draped in subtle tones
Colours waiting to burst forth
The Laws of the Universe at my beck and call
A gratitude for all that I have and feel and know
- Erik - Written for us Cyn my love.  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/10/2008 7:31:49 PM | - THE LITTLE THINGS MATTER -
Sometimes we take for granted the little things in life
A kindly word or little wink to chase away the strife
The pleasure of a favorite song you've not heard in a while
The warmth of feeling that you get from making a child smile
The can of chocolate iceing that you clean out with a finger
A happy memory from your youth that makes the joy just linger
Finding a book you meant to read at a secondhand store
The time you spend with a loved pet who loves you back still more
A little seasoning to food to make the meal just right
A little desert with your someone all alone at night
To walk along a sunny beach and watch the light just scatter
A myriad of magic things, the little things that matter
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/14/2008 2:55:23 PM | I really liked that last one, there, Erik.....i wrote the following on another thread....but thought you and your inquisitive, nature-loving self could appreciate it as well...
 ...here's to nature...and all it's "wonderfullness"
went catfishin' one time
waaay deep down in a holler
'twas bout 2 oclock in the mornin'
when a deer decided "i'll call her"
he started huffin and puffin
blowin hard through his nose
i didn't see him, but I could hear him
striking his "tough" pose
bored, yes I was
so I started to mock the deer
i'm not sure if I was starting a fight
or sayin' "hey...deer...come here"
i suddenly heard galloping in the woods
sounded like a couple of horses
"what the hayel is the deer coming to me for?"
i'd never taken "deer talk" courses
i thought about those clips on T.V.
where the deer "bucks" and boxes people's heads
considered that i was alone in the holler
and my thoughts then turned to dread
as the galloping got closer
in the deep and dark woods
i started thinkin' bout what to do
so I did what any redneck should
threw my tackle box and fishin' pole
started screamin' and hollerin' to let the deer know
that I wasn't his new girlfriend
nor was I his foe
the galloping finally stopped
so I sat down.....and smoked a cigarette
"be careful when you're foolin' with nature"
a lesson I would not soon forget
(true story) | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 9/20/2008 3:53:45 PM | Ash, you goofball....
in thanks
part of the universe
god's luminous verse
in celestial language
the dazzling brilliance
which we live under
a mind so profound
we have stood
in sheer wonder
and gratitude
at the magnitude
of our earthly
interlude
LS 9/20/08 | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/6/2008 11:01:35 PM | ~ A moment~
So big the rewards
To share little treasures
A smile
A breeze
A hug
Or a just a touch
No pain for a day
No worries
No fears
Just joy
For the sun warming the skin
Laughter filling our soul
A treasured second
An eternal reward . . . .
~Myth~ | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/17/2008 8:57:57 AM | - The Wordsmith -
Forging words from deepest thought
Thinking of the inner yearning
Careful choice of words be wrought
Expressing form in passion burning
Intricate and elloquent, oh so inexplicable
How the use will paint the visions
Poetic verses also inextricable
Tongues in lines that play decisions
Eyes to read and know the heart
Thinking of lips that mouth and form
Given to this elder way, and dying art
Pure expression ever born
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/17/2008 7:18:59 PM | yeah? and how come we don't hear from you anymore???? both of you are just too darn scarce...missing ya cyn. hope you are well....and E....yes, that was masterful.
with a notable exception (or two) i really miss the wonderful poets who have found another port to ply their poetry in.... so nice to see your lovely face again.... unlike the poser-alias-aliens that hatched out of their pods once again, faceless one-celled amoebas that morph into new identities worthy of a star-trek episode....come on back cyn.... we miss your luminous light!!!! | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/22/2008 11:31:27 AM | Awwwwwwwwww Thanks !
Silverswan my dear, I do make the occassional posting, and I cycle the music on my profile every few days for those who listen to a variety of stuff.
Well the lovely Ms. Cynthia who is my favoritest ( Yeah I made that word up ) person in the world and I are engaged in a ton of busy busy projects and things. But we try not to be too scarce. My inspiration in life and beyond, she kinda keeps me preoccupied on so many levels. But not to worry, I can take a hint. I will keep posting stuff.
- THE WIND -
Slowly rolling across the land
Basking in daylight ever grand
Forming a tempest across the sea
Moving eternal and ever free
Invading forest, plain, and hill
Jungle and icelands breeze to a chill
Never at rest though sometimes at play
Wind in the night or sky sweeping day
Oh to the wind some huddle and shiver
Cooling in heat and set to deliver
Dancing the dust and swirling debris
Building the hurricanes out at sea
What a great force, strong and precise
Mover of rain and eater of ice
Fanning wild fires, blazing the land
Dancing in echos of clouds so grand
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/23/2008 3:39:49 PM | hey there sweet cheeks.... jsut found an old one i made just for you.... thought id leave it here for ya .... miss u sweets....
~She stands alone,
Though head held high,
She looks to the moutains,
And sneers towards the sky
In search of her meaning,
her beginning of truth,
She looks towards the heavens,
For poetical youth.
She searches near and far,
Yet searches stand meer,
Ever so grandly,
She bounds her valliant steer...
The magnificant white color
Gleaming from its hair,
The tangible unjustness,
Just Her straddling bare.
She comes to the edge,
Of insanities eclipse,
As she feels the slight moisture,
Of a ghostly kiss upon her lips...
She realizes then,
That her love has been set free,
She cries in the night,
As she can only love but he.
She moves with the capture,
Of the moonlit sky,
You can still hear her sadness,
~~As she screams her curdling cry.........................................................
Her cries of hate are heard thru
She stands at the sea trying to find anew
Hatrid succumbs this lady of rage
She has destroyed a many, crimson and sage
Vikings of plenty heed her in her cries
Help is plenty, but no need for sea side tides
She stands alone and searches the land
She will one day rejoice in the love rapture again
This lady in waiting, this empty though kind soul
How to find her place among the sadness is a toll
so many ponder on what happened to this lost one
so many wonder ..did she, herself, choose the vengence of the sun
Noone knows as to what the past led
She flies thru the night, eeiry, filled with dread.
Come into her precence, and you will feel her fear
Come into her laughter, that only few may hear
She rides wiht "Grace", her beautiful white steed
She stops at nothing, she will fullfill her need.
Her need is plenty, her faith is gone
so her her cries, as you listen to her song.
Her song of sadness, tears pushing thru her eyes
As she rides thru the night, noone to love with lies.............................................
~~~A beautiful figure on her white steed
A pleasant to many hearts in need
She stops for nothing, lets not a soul invade
Only to sleep among the moonlight shade
No one will enter into her soul
For the loss of one is too many a toll
succumbed by a rapture of hate and spite
She cries weary tears heard thruout the starry night
She gazes upon the sea, a beautiful blackened surface
As she remembers the tormented demon like fists
She watches as the viking ship enters bay
She stands and awaits for the mighty VIking to stray
She watches to see is his eyes will catch hers
Yet they never are to meet, for letting in is as pain allures
so she stands and awaits as he exits his manifest
He gazes to the sky and sees his beauty's soul is at rest
As their eyes meet he sees into her heart
Two eyes locked for a meaningful moment not to break apart
he nods her farewell as she blows a kiss in the wind
For now he has seen too much of what one has before him sinned
she hesitiates to vanish and leave her friend behind
yet she straddles her "Grace" and rides yet intertwined
The Viking of mischief stands still a while in unspoken form
As he hears a faint bellowing cry of one seemingly adorned
He begins to shed one single tear,
As he Prays to the heavens to consume his beauty's fear...................
Lisa Anne | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/24/2008 5:26:59 AM | Hi Lisa Anne! Long time eh?
Now what can I say about that poem? It is classic and has all the right stuff, Drama, passion, forbidden romance, kisses, tears, lust, a longship, torment, grace, .... wow.
A most excellent poem dear. Thank you for bringing that out of the archives for me.
- ODE TO LISA ANNE -
Ever writing the true ancient art
In shades of pain in her broken heart
That rain of the eyes awash with tears
From shadows of doubt and formfilled fears
Yet there is fire that rages deep
A mind so brilliant that does not sleep
A maiden ever in graceful form
A warrior soul to weather the storm
Her dance is a ballet so few have known
Her feet have a spirit that's all her own
A song from a memory she cant share
A scream before ears that aren't there
But no drought can wilt the standing flower
The sun will yet rise on her finest hour
And weaving a spell that trances all men
Her continence lost, then seen again
Only the fool would then not admire
The blessings of beauty in twisted ire
The song of a maiden that drinks from life
The wings of a falcon so free of strife
Here's to a girl the boys dont see
Wrapped in survival but walking free
Here's to the woman who draws their lust
Fortunate friends, the few that she trusts
- Erik -
Hope you like that. It's new. Just wrote it. Good seeing you again. BTW check your e-mails sometimes bubblez! Big Hug! | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/24/2008 7:05:13 AM | thank you for the wonderous words you throw my dearest viking.....oh how ive missed our times in this vast pond.....
~~Ode to The Viking~~
The wonderous smile that pertrudes his face...
long blonde locks that contour his grace...]
his words form unison with style upon taste....
a simplicit friend i hold dear in this place....
gracing these walls with words thrown so true...
whether be for lauther or tears or to bring me from the blue.....
he is a friend i hold dear....so far and so few.....
with a simple perverted remark he brings a smile too...
i love you dearest Viking.... forever and a day.....
you hold our friendship in your hands thru each damaging decay....
you held my head high when death wanted me to stay.....
so to you dearest Erik ..... i will never stray....
~~i know it sucks but im in a rush ill do better when i get on late.r.....
love ya baby.....Lisa Anna AKA Bubblez | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/25/2008 5:21:46 AM | Wow! I feel like a rock star! And a psychologist! And a girlfriend! ( well, maybe a masculine one with a name like Alice or Bert ) And a Norse Warrior! And a skald! Shoot I feel downright heroic. But most of all I feel fortunate for really great and deep friends like you Lisa Anne! Thanks for that one. I didn't think it sucked. You write with grace, even under pressure!
A toast to you! SKOAL!
I'll have to put on my thinking cap dear. Gotta do a kool posting to follow this one with.
Stay tuned boys and girls. More to come,...
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/27/2008 9:10:11 AM | - NATURE OF NURTURER'S GIFTS -
In the sun stands a great tree
In the distance mountains rise
Beyond that is a vast sea
Roots they all have in paradise
Hooves of a great herd thunder
Rain like a sweeping down pour
Frogsongs that chirp in wonder
Purposes she knows are pure
Flowers with petals half eaten
Caterpiller stuck in strands
Spiderbites and it is beaten
Life and death play nature's hands
Oh that a man should desire
What but a woman can give
Bonds of warmth vested like fire
Without her he cannot live
Eyes of woman can see him
Visions he cant see himself
Grace that she grants a small whim
Given in subtle moves stealth
All that he owes isn't enough
All he should be must be seen
She is the balance to the rough
Bringer of life pure and clean
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/27/2008 12:20:42 PM | gorgon scarred souls
will never dismount
from pride's steed
manhood such a delicate thing
wrapped in sinew strong
is but a thin thread
too easily broken
so the shields stay up
the helmets remain
the iron weight of
a broken heart
a sad anthem
moaning regret
resentment
revenge
so often will only see
snakes 'round every
woman's head
the war never over
the battle for love lost
before it ever could begin | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 10/29/2008 1:20:49 PM | Nipping on the heels of manhood silverswan? You know men like their nips higher up! Hahahaha,....
Okay for all you ladies out there who are interested in guys who like to kayak here's a good quote that you can use for a pick up line:
( Sidle up next to him when he is offloading his kayak and hold a kayak paddle in your hand as you make eye contact, then say: )
"You could use a good paddling!"
He'll either love it or run. Either way, you'll know. Cheers ladies!
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/1/2008 3:59:28 PM | - FINE LINE -
High speed
Ride tight
Wide eyed
Blind sight
His car
Her ride
Hiked skirt
Deep pride
Swerve left
Inclined
Wild speed
Fine line!
- Erik -
Inspired by a crazy story from a funny friend! Thanks for the laugh L. !  | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/6/2008 9:56:39 AM | Well allow me to answer that long pondered question. Erik Erikson was of Norwegian decent. How can Erik the Viking give you this answer? Simple. A vast knowledge of my name and Scandinavian names in general along with a knowledge of Scandinavian history.
First we will establish that his name is Scandinavian. Erik - E R I K The "K" is a direct indicator as Erik is the original spelling of the first name. The "Futhark" or runic alphabet of the ancient Scandinavians lacked a letter "C". The introduction of the letter "C" came after the conquest of the Brittish isles and subsequent colonization and infusion of the two cultures.
The other obvious indicator is the surname Erikson which was a Scandinavian tradition that the Son took on the title from the father's first name and the fact that they were indeed the progeny of this person. Hence Erikson is literally "The son of Erik."
Next we look to the region of the name. In Denmark the surname would not be spelled "son" it would be spelled "sen". Such as Pedersen, Eriksen, Larsen, etc. In Sweden the practice was a mix of son or sen, but tended toward the son. However the Swedes in general did not follow this tradition as heavily as Norwegians or Danes. Also Erik would have been spelled differently in Sweden thus it would not appear as Erik Erikson, rather it would be Eirik Eirikson or Eiriksen.
Hence your friend is of Norwegian decent. As for the rest of your comments, the derrogatory nature of the comments ( in spite of a random compliment about their courage, thrown in for good measure ) appear to be made in an effort to illicit some sort of confrontational rebuff. However I am not one to be baited into such rediculous situations. Thus I believe that we can safely show a strong degree of respect for others can be shown in this case, and there goes your final arguement or supposition.
That said, this is a poetry and quotes forum. Please do us a favor and either leave a poem or quote in the future, or I can have the MOD's look into the matter and correct the situation. Thank you so much and I hope you will be able to share this joyful new information with your friend about his background. Have an awesome day!
- Erik -
"Supposition is the tool of the uninformed." - Armineous
P.S. "To bad they had no respect" is actually spelled "Too bad, etc,..." | |
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Posted: 11/6/2008 5:28:29 PM | ~~just stoppin by to throw a lil your way.....though its gonna be another on the whim type one....its for you... love you sweets...~~
I indulge in the lust of your visionary eyes....
your touch and the sensation of your fingers upon my thighs....
i lay back and ponder on the nakedness of my skin...
wondering if the Viking would indulge me in his sin....
his touch of my breast upon his soft lips....
upon the wooden planks of the gigantic ship...
his kisses tasting as lust of my own....
his passion is plenty and force doth shown...
ravaging my insides i scream in passionate prose....
sweat dripping off the tip of his moonlit nose...
upon the treachorous waves that crash around ....
i wrap my legs around him .... like a rope he is bound..
the hours pass as the passion remains...
his moans getting louder as he cannot refrain...
the moonlit sky beams down on the Vikings blonde locks...
as he watches my naked bottom run for the docks...
LOL..... Love ya hun.....guess my minds in the gutter tonight...sorry....
Lisa Anne/Bubblez | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/6/2008 5:34:50 PM | Vaporous,yet locked into a matter of believing in course
Direction hovering in the presence of the warm touches coming on the second before sleep
An image of a dusty Alice in wonderland combines with candles melting,age being recognized
Fields of poppy and their over exaggeration
Rare in color a lotus lives afloat the sculpted veneered world of a bamboo bowl
Decoration to some
Eternity through the mirrored shores of a peering pool to others
Gravity plays a part in this hemisphere as it does in all others
Fighting against the sun screaming to the stars for help
A passion alive on the fringes of the horizon clings ,just as well to the jeweled secrets muttered by syllables
Utterances of long dead kings
Dust grinds the keystones of empires
Crumbled to the ground
Moments of clarity posses diamonds and smudges of coal
Smudges of coal retain the shards of falling leaves ringing true with the sediment of cycling immortality
Or is it mortality proving the latter wrong
Dasie's relive as orchids
Yellows become purple fonts
The water becomes the solidity of electric sunsets
Eyes that witness today reigned before as the minerals in a stones heart
Wicked beyond the carp ponds
Geisha's long to once again breath under water
In vitreous
And all the whileTimbers sprint for the canopy of the heavens
Forgetting their school yard bully
The asteroid
To duck would be to sway to the coincidence of change
Defiant they whirl through space,hanging on
While vortexes next to the bed lead to the mushy centers of lost oil paintings
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/7/2008 5:42:37 AM | You are correct Dantwice. It was mispelled. I did indeed intend to spell Armenius who was the envoy to King Geasric during his negotiations with the Byzantium Emperor. I thank you for the correction. Well noted. If I mistook your intent then I appologize and we shall call it water under the bridge rather than a ticket to ride. Fair enough eh?
Lisa Anne you never cease to inspire and delight. Oh what a powerful image you paint! I am reminded of the classic Norse Goddess Vor who was able to sway the hearts of all whom she spoke with through her magical words and charm. Only the greatest of the Aesir could withstand her luring voice and she was much revered and even seen with a bit of trepidation for her beauty.
And to my newest visitor, thank you very much for your poetic work. Very powerful and thought evoking! A pleasure to have it posted here. I hope to be able to see more such postings in the future. Cheers!
- Erik -
"I ween that ere the glinting of skyfire upon the glaves of mortal man, the continence of desire shall feed the power of a longed for kenning!" - King Roar of Roskilde Fjord. | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/9/2008 4:31:47 PM | - OBSERVANCE OF ECHOS -
The soul at peace is a glorious thing
Makes woman a Goddess and Man a king
She craves a listener faithful and true
He craves her respect and desire too
Never forsaken a mate will be
It takes so little for love and thee
Only a few words to keep things right
So little effort to walk in the light
Only in darkness when things blur and fade
Is the light scattered and heart in shade
Emptiness eats when a heart yearns
Echos that test what need it discerns
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/9/2008 6:04:01 PM | ~~I die alone~~
Sitting out in the darkness...
i sit alone....
hearing the echos of the black bird...
viewing the connect a dot stars above...
i smile as the tear rolls down cheek.....
i talk to the man on the moon....
wondering if he hears my voice....
i stare in amazement at the growth of savannahs tree ...
.....the one i planted in the yard out front....
.........the day she was taken home....
the leaves fallen to the damp grown below.....
the silence becomes my enemy ....
as the world spins out of control...
....i wander alone...
the muddy footprints are my tracks ....
trying to remember things i lost along the way.....
i cannot sleep.....
my eyes begin to burn as the weiht gets heavier....
.....the lonlieness bellows in my insanities slip upon reality.....
i think of those i cherish.....
.....the friend i hold dear....
knowing she knows my pain....
....yet wanting for her pain in itself to end...
No worries my dear.....
.........i am always ok in the end.....
.......i stand alone......
i think to myself how hard life is....
how difficult blows have made me who i am today....
loving is a chore that i tend to run from.....
for the pain of it all ends up the same....
......heartache and misery.....
if i were to give my heart to one.....
.....i would be cast aside as my last days fall near....
when where how and why.....
......damn i hate these thoughts of mine.....
i hate the roller coaster ride of emotional breaks....
......i want to be sane....
i want to once again feel more than just the pain.....
i want i want i want.....
nothing more .....
nothing less......
than to but die....
.....i die alone.....
Lisa Anne | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/11/2008 10:30:42 PM | - SHELLS -
Shells of incontinence litter the beach
Molusks in husks no longer in reach
Empty, forgotten, and yet still in form
Washed up and sun baked after the storm
Humans incontinent litter the beach
Homanids in husks no longer in reach
Empty, forgotten, and yet in form
Lounging and wallowing after the storm
- Erik - | |
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