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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/11/2008 10:53:02 PM | Thanks folks for the postings. Bubblez, always a colourful and poignient flight with you. Talent brimming, and yet jagged.
- TROPICS -
Down in the tropics on islands lush
Sandy white beaches with palms so plush
Wind on the surf in sunhines grace
Sounds of a paradise sing in pace
Seabirds are calling from air and land
Plovers are dipping where water meets sand
Oh little pipers that scurry so fleet
Tiny the hunters who crave dry feet
Inland the paradise grows strong and green
Voices of birds and bugs all yet unseen
Lizards and snakes sun out on the rocks
Spoonbills in tidal pools by mangrove stalks
Then finds a stream that flows down from above
Waters that dance the rocks near drinking dove
There are small turtles by the lagoon
Oh to the flower vines now in full bloom
Warmth in the air, even in shade
Carribean breezes rustles the fade
Oh what a peaceful place soothing the soul
Here's to the Tropics in Nature's control
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/19/2008 7:22:29 AM | - THE GUY CONTROVERSY -
I saw a write about nice guys
From women who have pondered wise
Some have stated that they're boring
Just too kind and thus ignoring
Others say no challenge there
What a thought to choose to share
Some say wild is better still
Though those boys then break their will
Or they pick the druggie looser
Dont blame him if you're the chooser!
If you make a poor date choice
How berated is your voice
Blocking friends from being kind
Seems ironic thus inclined
Oh the women with such gripe
Casting eyes down in the hype
Perhaps a nice friend or date
( You know, it's the man you hate )
Would in truth make your world better
Boring if your scope is fettered
Maybe nice guys have the touch
If you stuck it out and such
Rather than wasting your tears
And playing to bitter fears
So the next time when you choose
Guys who like to play and use
Remember the ones you scorn
Find nice girls when you're forlorn
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/19/2008 8:51:10 AM | There's this side to "nice" guys
that a most guys, and most women
almost never see.
But I get to see it almost daily
and would have to say, also,
in quite stunning variety.
I have this, er, FRIEND; let's call her "Kate"
and she is single, in her 50s,
so guys assume she's desperate.
She's by no means weak or clingy
honest to a fault
and quite outspoken.
And for some odd reason
all these nice guys see in her
someone who would benefit from being broken.
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/19/2008 8:52:34 AM | just catchin' that one....had a few thoughts on the topic..lol
nice guys are great
but there's a line drawn
between giving someone yourself
and signing up to be a pawn
in my experience
and from what i've heard from my friends
we like a nice guy who's strong enough
to not allow himself to be a means to an end
we like a man that with an opinion
not just a follower or one who's lost
looking to fill that space with anyone
with no thought given to the cost
we like a man with enough of a life
that he can't be constantly at our disposal
and a man who puts careful consideration
to any love or relationship proposals
who wants a man that would change his favorite color if we asked?
finding a place in his world proves to be an easy task...
when a woman has a life
and things to do with her time
it's nice to have the same such man
as a muse for her rhymes
or somethin'....lol
g'mornin' Erik :) | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/21/2008 5:06:36 AM | Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg Ash! That's a really well written poem girl! Awesome! I am tickled that you shared it. I was commenting on someone who was a bit jaded and has posted a reply to a thread about nice guys that this person had perhaps taken them a bit for granted, but ultimately found them a bit boring and "No challenge" hahaha,... Of course this is following a bad experience with some "sex crazed drug addicted looser" from the site. I thought the ironic part of it was the hindsight. I thought I would be a nice guy and send her some words of encouragement as this person is someone who has frequently viewed my profile.
So I spun up a nice little letter/e-mail to cheer her up a bit and let her know that as well as the bad there were also some good ones on the site too. But when I went to send her the e-mail, guess what? I have been Blocked by the User! Hahahaha,... apparently I resemble the sex crazed druggie looser in some capacity. Go figure eh? hahaha,...
I take no offense to the sex crazed part, that's likely on the true side, but the rest is just not me! So the "You made your own bed now lay in it" muse kicked me right in the pants and I was inspired to write that poem! pretty good eh? ( Honestly I like yours better! )
"Such is the mind so sharp in a pickle,
And yet from the woman, also quite fickle!"
- Erik - Hehehehe,... | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/28/2008 6:19:51 PM | A wee minnow floating in the pond, that is me.
In quest of truth, communication and honesty.
Tall order for us all who swim in the pond.
To put forward trust, to not start at the frond
that brushes, gently, insistent at our feet.
Causes a pause, brings our heart to a beat
Of alarm.
As diverse as the oceans are the denizens here
No X or Y chromosone will regulate tears
or smiles of delight at the meeting of friends.
Or a lover, perhaps. We all look to amends
of the wrongs we have done, of the rights we can do.
Of the chance to prove ourselves, the chance to renew
our trust.
jagged, but just poured out | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/29/2008 5:38:41 AM | That was very nicely written Limerick. Thank you for sharing it here on my thread!
- SIMPLICITY IN LIFE -
These traits should not be hard or tough
Truth and honesty and dedication
Grateful are they who cant get enough
Sharing their world with communication
Emotions often stab at the senses
People are guarded with who they are
Sometimes they fall back to their defenses
Some can be close, and yet feel far
But to those souls who take the time
Looking for good, knowing eachother
They will be filled with the divine
Love and respect, warmth like no other
Everyone makes mistakes it seems
Living them over kills any healing
Life is for living, loving, and dreams
Growth and great wonder during the feeling
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 11/29/2008 8:13:44 AM | ~Broken Heart~
As pieces fall of thy heart
Crash, like deafening thunder
Feelings, lives torn apart
Love once, never put asunder
Words untrue, ring out
Never one or other to blame
But in public, one shout
Cruel to claim, no shame
Sheltered, from the stormy blast
As words flow from tainted stream
No wisdom or help in ages past
In my soul, a silent scream
Empty words of trust
Words of hope, lost
Unforgiving, a spankin' lust
For a true heart, it cost
One seeks lust, One Love
A heart is a precious gift
From the creator above
Spoken word, causes rift
To honor, "Law of Attraction"
Must be true of heart and soul
To have such a reaction
Without care, to let it all go!
If this be error and upon me proved
Did I really even know this man...?
Was I really ever loved...?
Now on my own, Strong I Stand!
In thy world of darkness lie
With heavy heart I must say... Good-bye
~Cynthia~ | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 11/29/2008 5:39:14 PM | Very well written Cynthia! Thank you for sharing it. If only it had been so easy to send small words to me. But thank you.
- THE LITTLE THINGS -
A beautiful Girl with a beautiful heart
A wonderful feeling, beautiful start
Years of magic, strength, and true grace
Lost in the heart of soul and face
Ever away and yet always in mind
Soft spoken maiden so sweet and kind
But in the distance I became lost
Second class person, set out at cost
Left to the wayside when I tried harder
Not out of malice, just not from ardor
Faded importance from my deep love
Set aside useless, gentle the shove
Trying to keep us strong til the end
Begging for mindfulness in what she'd send
Then accusations baseless and cruel
As if these years were spent as a fool
As if I'd ever stray from her side
As if my heart so strong had lied
There are no words for the deep pain
Driven into my heart haunting my brain
Only a little thing it would have taken
To keep us strong, and unforsaken
But it was not to be rather downcast
Dregging up frictions from the long past
Breaking the pact that we had made
Casting my loyalty out in the shade
Only a little communication
Made in good faith, no hesitation
Oh now I see writing made well
In her wrath sadly words at last swell
Finally in our pain she can now write
Oh if only she'd shared words in short sight
So I am sorry dear for all your pain
Love for you always here will remain
Sadness that words could not come in the calm
What a shame finally, pain like a bomb
So no matter what, I wish you well
I love you always, though you can't tell
Best wishes for you, and for the kids
Sorry that events went as they did
I will miss all of the promise we shared
I will miss thoughts of hope, and feel dispaired
But I cannot be ignored any more
I deserve better than seeming a bore
I hope in happiness one day you'll shine
I wish we could be one and you were mine
But I will move on, and you will too
Though you do not believe, I believe in you
- Erik -
Sorry that we could not have been stronger. I tried. Words should not be written in haste or anger. I wish you the very best and the children as well. Thank you for leaving me something at last. It was not much to ask I think, but in the end, we will probably be better off finding a new day for each of us, with better suited partners. Take care of yourself love. Farewell,...
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 12/1/2008 7:15:51 AM | - THE SUN LIGHT-
Beams of light so tender bright
Dancing cross the water's sheet
Morning chases night away
Ever cycling with heat
Listen to the music play
Think of grateful things in life
Walk with power bold and full
Free yourself for toil and strife
Sitting silent in the sunshine
Hearing birds that sing about
All the time that they are given
Purpose whole and free of doubt
Blue the sky and soft the breeze
Gentle sunlight warming skin
As the night has went to sleep
So the fresh day will begin
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 12/3/2008 4:59:34 AM | - AFTERSTORM -
Silent sun that lights the morn
Shortened shadows dim in form
Smile upon the new day cast
Free the air and breath at last
Growing light and rising spirit
Songs of birds for those who hear it
Oh the gentle waking land
From the storm once bold and grand
And now after in the glow
Thoughts of warmth that seem to know
That the things that fade behind
Are best kept in fallen mind
- Erik - | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 12/4/2008 1:35:50 PM | - THE MANEATER -
Cruising through the shallows
Looking through the deep
Red within the water
Hunter in her keep
Sleek and rather racey
Streamline in her form
Jaws with deadly power
Predatory unworn
Exploring with her mouth
In the silent dark
Suddenly she takes him
Oh the silent shark
- Erik -
Written for "S",....? I think,... | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 12/6/2008 2:57:37 PM | On our journey toward self betterment, sometimes we lock into the dream or fantasy we have for ourselves and then begin to really entertain the thoughts. We ask ourself if we can do this or live this fantasy, and when the answer is yes, you have taken a step beyond the fantasy and into a theory. Then we ask ourselves if we are willing to make the sacrifices that it will take to realize the theory and live our lives as we desire. If the answer is once again Yes, we find ourselves starting down that path. If we further spend time every day to reinforce that new self perception through visioning it for at least twenty minutes a time three times a day, you will begin a remarkable transormation as your old self image shifts and is replaced by the new self vision. This then becomes the "new" you and you will begin to automatically do and think and act in ways that support your goal and self vision.
The best part of this is the subtlety with which it occurs. Tiny beautiful spheres split and crack and a small simple dark caterpiller emerges to feed and grow. And as it grows colours begin to fill it's body and one might look at it and say "How beautiful and fantastic this lovely creature is!" In fact it would be easy to marvel at it in this stage and not realize that even better is to come. Soon it spins a caccoon and is encased in a beautiful latern like structure and again one may marvel and say "How inspiring this being is in it's wonderful home!" Yet still there is more to come.
One day the casing splits and a butterfly emerges. As blood fills its wings they expand before hardening into a magnificent sight. Now the marvelous new butterfly takes to wing to begin the next stages of it's life cycle.
So as you grow and marvel, realize that what you are looking at could well be but the begining stages. It is likely that you do not yet see the butterfly that waits in your future. But it is there, if you choose to embrace your desires and live your life fully!
"The smallest of things can gather until they prove overwhelming." - Alan Compton
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Posted: 12/9/2008 4:30:44 PM | Refuse..?
Filth....?
Chronic masturbator?
She lurks the murky waters
Not caring
How they rate her.
Or knowing about rating,
or caring about the difference
between "chum" versus "chum".
The will of the sea, she.
That which may find itself on top
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Posted: 12/10/2008 7:22:57 AM | That's an interesting write. Not sure if it is in response to my "Maneater" poem, or an entirely seperate thought stream? If it was regarding my poem, the poem was left for someone else. If not, no worries. Thanks for Sharing that with us. Cheers!
Jeg er den Dansk i Amerika
Ich habt in mien hertz ein feuer
Mi Espaniol es moi bien
I have no borders in my heart
For those are the destroyer
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Posted: 12/10/2008 4:45:59 PM | "Jeg er den en!" - Skjold
How can you measure the time you exist in a matter of moments?
How do you share the good without contrasting the turmoil that shapes it?
You do so in balance and with a belief in yourself!
You measure yourself not agains't others, rather agains't your own potential
You see with clearity for it is the way you choose to see
You determine your fate with desire and purpose
Those without purpose pass their time without measure
They drift and consume without contribution
There is a true difference between existing and living
So many folks merely exist
They settle for that which appears rather than that which can be
It is better in their eyes to take a path of easy measure rather than a course that challenges them to be more
They turn to religion or family or friends for definition rather than defining themselves for themselves
In the end the potential they housed is wasted on mediocrity
But within all of us lurks a greater promise
You must open your eyes for the light or close them for eternity without vision
Do not fear success for it is waiting your knock
The door opens for those who dare to dream
For those who believe in themselves and their potential
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 12/12/2008 2:04:29 PM | - IN MEMORY OF VAR -
My dearest friend and dog devine
Who passed today though so entwined
Your memory will always glow
Though fresh from loss and tears still flow
I loved you from the very start
I hate the thought of life apart
But always you will walk with me
Inside my heart and memory
- Erik -
Farewell Var. | |
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| Erik the Viking's Poetry and other gems for PoF.
Posted: 12/13/2008 6:20:06 AM | - VAR'S FUNERAL RITE -
Across the waters chopping in storm
My kayak loaded and blown to form
The cold and wet from the windswept bay
As if I were tested to give up and stay
But not this night with what must be done
My precious beloved, my number one
Although Var departed my love is strong
I paddled with her in thewful throng
Her body to rest on an island we shared
A place without scavengers digging there
My beautiful dog wrapped up at rest
I weathered the gale and passed the test
Late last night under the bright moon
My eyes in tears, her span too soon
I went to a hillside and dug through rock
And clay and shell with determined stock
A labor of love I hated so much
But for my dog anything and as such
I dug til the pit was deep and wide
Then looked to her face one last time in pride
My beautiful dog now resting and passed
I whispered to her of a love that will last
Than set her on down, wrapped up, in the earth
With all of her toys, and bowls from birth
I covered her well and sang an old song
Remembered her always as grand and strong
Then back to the kayak and the fierce gale
Across the dark waters alone and pale
I'll always remember you Var evermore
And you know that I will oft visit your shore
I thank you for being my dog and best friend
I'll carry you with me well unto the end
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