Your own poems/writings

[Hrolf Kraki]

Most of my better ones I hesitate to post, but here's one about a Viking:

Boldly at the helm
Riding over Ran’s realm.
Ever more courage grows
In the heart of the feeder of crows.
Soon will men surely feel
The bite of his cold steel,
As he’s given the cue
To heave and to hew,
Spilling sweet battle-dew.
By the tip of his wound-snake
He fights for a take
In everything that’s at stake.
Trusting in that all-mighty lord
Of legendary Asgård,
He stands brave and tall
Knowing that if he should fall
He’ll hear the triumphant call
Of sword-reddeners in Gråskjegg’s Hall.

[Hrolf Kraki]

These three 6-line verses appeared in a Viking Saga I wrote for one of my classes last semester. They fit in with the story so they may seem kind of random without the accompanying storyline. If anyone wishes to read it, I'll post it up. The length is 14 pages, double-spaced on MS word.


The oak of Gangráðr
At Gunnlaugsstaðr
Lies lifeless upon the lea.
With his wound-sea now spilled,
My duty’s fulfilled,
Victorious, this battle-tree.

---

Valiant Halldorsson,
We fight while you run.
Then you seize the sizeable share!
Though few be so bold
As that gallant sower of gold,
Svein has the heart of a mare.

---

Giver of grand gifts,
My spirit he lifts,
Gracing me in kingly light.
No other honor
Could a serpent long for
Than Fairhair‘s presense tonight.

[Barreldriver]

Here's one I just got done with, titled "Wound Sea":

I remember still the frosted bite of the blood worm, the damned wound hoe buried deep in my bowels robbed me of my mind's worth, rendered me to beg yonder mighty tree breaker to carry the warm slaughter dew which spilleth from my loins upon its shoulders so that the eagle fodder may be drenched. Gunn's horse I await thee, feast upon my tattered likeness so that nothing may remain to be placed with dead things in halls below stage. Great breaker of rings forget not those destroyer’s of eagles hunger who after the hail of iron brought forth Kraki’s seed from Fafnir’s home. Lord of Gallows father, Troll Bane brother, Hel mother victor for now watch as sleep of the sword consumes Gundwulf, the barrel driver, spear din master, he who has soiled Grimnir’s stream.

[Barreldriver]

Oh reed of enmity pry open this vault of flesh so my mind’s stone may breathe at last. The stale kernel of courage has been swept from the seat of consciousness. May the last of my wine reach the undertakers cup. Tick tock tick tock tick tock oh Storm Cutter feast quickly now while your meal is still fresh. Nobody enjoys soured jerky. – “Last Meal” by Seth Reeder

[Barreldriver]

A lil short that I did recently so titled "Hickory Nuts and Sabre's":

My inheritance? Nowt. My progeny? Nowt. I bear the tracks of yesterday’s sorrow. The coals burn beneath my feet yet I remain immobilized, stricken with rotting hatred and the incompetence of age. If I were to have anything it would be a name to accompany shattered expectations. Jackass, Hallion, Bastard, Louse and Kook, all capital all “names” that I have bore, none of these a true birthright. It is with my last breath that I pass on this solemn tale. A chronicle of hickory nuts and the clashing of sabre’s. Write quickly now lest I expire before your pen stains sheet.

April 9th, 1925 It was on this cursed day that I was brought into this world. How fitting that my birth coincided with the death of Southron freedom. Surely I was given a name on this day, what it was I cannot for the life of me recall. I cannot even recall the names of dear mammy and callused pappy. Worry not sonny boy! I may be senile but even still I have word enough to tire your hand!

Now, onto the subject of hickory nuts, quite a treat. Dear mammy I can recall was not the most intellectual of souls, for a lack of sense she compensated in no small measure with culinary aptitude. Given that pecans were reserved for those more western of folks in Tennessee hickory nuts were what we savored. Put ‘em in a pie, put ‘em in yer cheek, spit ‘em at the poor lass who makes yer knees weak! Mammy’s hickory nut pie, if only I could have one last bite of Piss! Arse! Cackleberry Shell Shit! Skillet Lickin’ bush sniffers!

“Excuse me sir?”

Did I stutter? I said if only I could have one last bite of Ankle Biting Mule Arse Lickers!

“You mean hickory nut pie sir?”

Of course you nitwit! Is that not what I jest tol’ ye?

“I suppose sir.”

Well enough then, ready your pen.

“Yessir.”

As I was saying I would give all hell for one last bite of mammy’s turducken.

“Turducken sir?”

Did I stutter ye boob?!

“Na sir, I just could have swore you were reminiscing about hickory nut pie.”

Piss to yer tawk of hickory nut pie I likes me turducken, turkey stuffed with a duck that’s been stuffed with a hen! Turducken mighty fuckin’ good!

“Sir have you ever ate turducken?”

Hell’s bell’s Bla’ar! I be a Tennessee man for Chris’ sake, fed on center cut biscuits, sorghum, and Monkey’s Arse! I ain’t ne’er and ne’er will eat no damn turducken!

“Of course sir.”

Now as I was sayin’ that there sabre belonged to my pappy and his pappy afore he.

“Sir….Nevermind.”

Alright then Bla’ar, as I was sayin’ that sabre’s a cav’ry sabre, good Confederated steel, my ole grand pappy earned him it when I jined the cav’ry and rode for Tennessean freedom back in olden days shoutin’ tell “For a tyrants life a Bowie-knife!”.

“You don’t say.”

I do say, ye gots all that down Bla’ar? I ain’t gots much wind left in me boy.

“Yessir I got it.”

Good man! I reckon I’ll lay myself to rest now. Afore I retire, do ye smell shit Bla’ar?

“Uh-hem.”

Boy done gone and shit himself, ha!

“If you say so sir.”

Of course I say so! Now help me smear this shit on my….

*THUNK!

“Oh thank Jesus the ole fucker’s finally dead.”

And so ended the life of a wounded and worn soul, never to be understood or to be remembered in such a glorious light as his honored forebears. If anything always remember: Screw the past, fuck the future, gibs me gibs me that ole corn liquor!

- Seth Reeder, Barreldriver, Amos Pennyfew, Asshole.

[Feral]

A write this 2 years ago, but I still like it.

One who has walked through gelid lands,
with deadly fear but without losing his soul.
In the sky he discerns the moonlight; night guide.
He howls from the core of his heart; wild and free.

One who has walked through the lines of hell,
against the stubborn fire of evil reflections,
but without ever ceasing his walk neither his will.
With the shadows of his mind as his only companions
until he find with those who never fade neither die.

One who has walked through
and survived the storms of life,
to find his love ones.

___

A recent one:

Mujer, en vos he encontrado el paraíso interior,
mis demonios al verte han llorado,
y con la lluvia de sus llantos,
has logrado convertir todo vicio en virtud.

Pues en una de mis más solitarias noches,
Abadón vió en mis penas,
el reflejo de tu belleza, y
¡Hasta la Muerte ha llorado!

Incluso a la Vida has enamorado,
esta por ello te desprecia,
y envidiosamente te arrastra al más triste caos.
Sin saberlo, agracia y engrandece tu belleza.

Woman, in you I've found the inner paradise,
My demons they have seen you, and they've have cried,
And with the rain of your tears,
You have turned all vice into virtue.

For in one of my most lonely nights
Abaddon saw in my sorrow,
The reflection of your beauty, and
Even Death has cried!

And even Life has fell in love with you;
She despice you, because of this.
And jealously throws you to the most saddest chaos.
But without knowing, it graces and enhances your beauty.

__

A writing:

In the darkness, we've called obscurity to what we can't see. Close your eyes, feel with your heart. Not everything will be beautiful, much less in the dark, where the most horrifying beasts plot against life. Run, hide, fight if it's necessary, do whatever to survive, but never lose your heart, much less believe it lost.

**

Another one:

Trust my eyes, trust my heart. Trust me. You're beautiful, strong and smart, and you've have a diamond heart. And it seens to be lost in mist of the storms inside of you, or fogged after that... But there it is, your diamond heart, and it is yours; Reclaim it!.
We know the chaotic seasons that occur inside of us, and how unavoidable they are. But we've survived them many times before; Always for living, for loving, for both of us --always!. I fear you resign about that... but my heart fiercely denies it, and it beats our love with such a tender passion!. Feel your heart!.

[Feral]

A recent letter to my beloved one.

"My beautiful creature...
In spite of this repentine loss of communication, of this distance that separe us and the hell I pass while missing you, my heart knows we will meet again.
I'm being inundated by a lot of emotions, you know how hard it is when we are separated by distance... but our love saves me --your love saves me!. It doesn't matter how sad, how fearful, how lost I may feel, your love makes me happy, makes me brave, makes me find my self.
Thank you for the destiny that we are going to continue sharing, forgive me for all the bad we have been through --I've always love you despite of it all. It will be beautiful, I proudly accept, to unite myself with you, with fury and tenderness, to be with you through life and beyond death, to be by yourside the father of our kids, to rise them with the most high values. It will be beautiful! I proudly accept with happiness for everything that is possible only with you!

Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime ~ je écoute mon coer susurrer, je t'aime!

We've cleaned with our tears the blood from our battles, from our falls, from our sorrows... And now our hearts of diamond slowly, in the flames of love, melt into one to become the prism with which we will guide our lives. We will heal our wounds with its light --the light of life, and we will liberate our selves from the ties that keep us from being with all our splendor. We have flesh of humans, but souls of wolfs and dragons... we've come this far and now our union its being consummate- Our love will shine inside our unified heart, and it will shine for all eternity! We will be free and wild!

Für Uns, für Liebe, für Leben. ~ Für immer! Ich liebe dich!"

[Formicide]

First part of some lyrics about Dante's Inferno.

Beholder to places beyond comprehension, traversing the nine planes of hell
The thick mist engulfs the shores of Acheron, Charon's barque soon setting sail
Limbo's fields harbor a seven-walled castle, where shades of the virtuous dwell
The feeling of sadness for those not deemed worthy, the dead judged by Minos' spell


The winds bellow mightly above the vast ocean, transcend to the circle of lust
Molested forever by winds of great fury, promiscious whores hurtled and thrust
Spirits are chastised for carnal transgressions, the first to be punished and scorn
Helen, Achilles, Paris and others shall fester above the cyclone


Decadent ones punished for the sins
Dignity, belief and morals stripped
By the servants of Inferno's depths
Hell awaits, the damned forever whipped


Descend through the hellhole, through fire and ice, into the third plane's bowels
Cold rain of filth showers down without end, into the mud and the fowl
The gluttonous, addicts, the languid and sluggish crawl through the densest of slush
Cerberus rages, the three headed worm tears and rends from the dawn till the dusk


Avaricious fools and money-obsessed ones, those who sought wealth their whole lives
Cardinals, priests, popes and the like no more revel in greedy delight
Watched on by Plutus, who rules the fourth circle, the prodigal, devout of light
Jousting with great weights filled with their obsession, forever deprived of their rights

Decadent ones punished for the sins
Dignity, belief and moral stripped
By the servants of Inferno's depths
Five more circles await down below

[Piparskeggr]

http://stewartson57.wordpress.com/20...owrimo-series/

I'm on day 34 of National Poetry Writing Month, revived an old, unused blog to house the effort.