A to Z Challenge – The Letter O – April 18, 2016

“Battle of the Doomed Gods” by Friedrich Wilhelm Heine (1882)

Oh .. how ominous
The oafish ogling orc seems.
In the olden days of Odin
No orc nor ogre would ogle thus!
One was honoured
To use the oaken shield
And let the ordained arrow fly!
As Olympus fell
So fell Asgard
And as Omnipotent Zeus vanished
So did the one-eyed poet outlaw warrior Odin!
Oh odious are these obtuse overseers
Of Midgard –
Offal without honour
Without foresight –
I, Orvar Bjorn will
Outrun the offensive enemy.
Better to meet the Omega,
The obliteration of all,
Rather than live under the oppressors.
Now are the days of Ragnarok
Of broken oaths and lost occasions.
Our ordeal has been foreseen in obscure omens …
Organize and open-hearted oppose the ogres!
May Fenrir  perish …
Raise the call oh oarsmen of Odin!
Hark! The Valkyrie come!

© G.s.k. ‘16

Note:  Any and all who’ve loved Professor J. R. R. Tolkien’s stories know that they are based in Norse mythology as are just about all fantasy and Dungeon and Dragons games.  Today I wrote about the end of times – Ragnarök – according to Norse traditions more or less (which really doesn’t seem like the end of times in the Christian sense – more like a change in eras or times – like in the Tolkien sense).  I really don’t have the background to really get into the Norse Mythology … in fact I was merely honouring the letter “O” … the funny thing is, I’d intended to write about an oboe and an orchestra … how all this other stuff creeped into my computer is beyond me!

Monday Wordeling – August 11, 2014

wordle211. Delicate 2. Dirty 3. Legacy 4. Shrapnel 5. Gehenna (any place of extreme torment or suffering) 6. Douse 7. Hate 8. Syringe 9. Precipice 10. Hedonistic 11. Rot 12. Disintegrate

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Photo Credit – Johannes GehrtsFlickr found on Wikipedia

Casandra Speaks

Here, in our modern Gehenna,
The very bowels of hell rage …
Thanks to our Hedonistic morals
Hate spawns and rots our soul
The legacy of inflicting suffering
Has taken us to the precipice
of Ragnarök,
The battle ending all battles
Not even the Gods can win ..
The delicate balance of life undermined,
Our planet slowly disintegrates
Whilst the dirty propheteers strut …
But the shrapnel of their games
Will douse all their worldly gains.
Consuming beyond reason …
Egoism and prejudice consume us
And like so many addicts
We need our daily fix of “news” …
The last syringe filled with venom
Will hold our one word epitaph …
Overdose.

You can find the prompt at Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie

Seasons 2: Ragnarök

Free Verse

Ragnarök

Seasons come and go
into labyrinths they flow…
One man’s Spring
Brings blooms
Another’s thorns.

Summer’s first fruit eaten
The rest may go rotten…
During Autumn we harvest
grain and grapes…
Winter, Gaia lays fallow:
She rests and hibernates.

With men it’s different:
Ragnarök is our winter fate
Battle never won by Gods or men.

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Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: 55 word free form prompt:

Tonight, I invite you to contribute your own 55-word poem.

Yes, that’s the only rule: The poem (not including the title) should have 55 words, no more, no less.

It’s not required, but if you wanted use a metrical or rhyming framework to the poem – to differentiate it from 55-word prose – it would be amazing.

And folks, let’s link to the G-man and other 55-word groups, and help bring together communities meant to encourage a love affair with writing.

This is also submitted to G-Man’s 55 where the prompt is to write in exactly 55 words.