In the Norse mythology Loki originally was on the side of the rest of the gods, helping them once or twice using a particularly nast forms of trickery. He was a cunning negotiator with a talent for technicalities. He was sort of the Norse equivalent of a lawyer, no doubt the reason they tied him down in a pit dripping acidic venom on him.
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We read Greek and Norse mythology until it came out of our ears. And the Bible.
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A lying tongue had bereft him of life, and all without reason of right.
Molech
Our wonderful world,
Our wonderful homes,
Of the customs and traditions;
But, no one is stronger than Yahweh!
Bye-bye to summer and hello to winter,
And like Nimrod and his 'mother-wife' Semiramis!
Bye-bye to winter and hello to summer,
And like the resurrection of nature after winter!
To Constantine the Emperor,
But, Nimrod married his mother.
To the Pilgrims of Plymouth Colony,
With Easter Bunny and Easter Coloured Eggs!
And like the Aztecs of Mexico.
The goddess Ceres,
The German and the Celtic Yule rites;
And like a writer's ink!
But, Saturnalia became what is called Christmas today;
Yes, the very worship of the god Saturn!
Of the pagan customs,
Of the servants of Satan,
And to the Norse people of ancient Scandinavia;
Norse Ostara,
Norse Eostra,
And like a mysterious force!
And, of the worship of the ancestral spirits,
But marked by human sacrifice and lighted candles for Baal!
All in the name of hercules who was Molech.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In sweet converse call the righteous to thy side, learn a healing song while thou livest.
Ode to Romantic Norse Language
The Romantic Norse Language
When my Norse sweetheart
Gazes into my eyes
Utters sweet Viking phrases
With soft sibilant sighs
As when she murmurs
“Swen, you’re my
only strukanoodlefleerten
Ah, such endearing phrases
Make my spirits rise
Milky complexion
and silken blonde hair
Occasion many admirers
To stop and stare
Melting my heart With a purr like a cat
Says sweetly, “Swen,
do these lederhosen
Make my kanordeyshtuckens look fat? ”
Of all languages that exist
One has to love the Nordic beauty
As in this final phrase of farewell
May your marterpfleeger be verschtookinooty
poem by David Whalen
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The Norse Gods
Beyond the snow tipped mountains,
where the Norse Gods never speak.
The guardians of winter lay fast asleep.
The endless night has fallen,
upon each sleepy head.
The virgin wilderness lay silent,
without a whisper said.
A sky of many colours,
stretches on forever.
Across this mystic land,
with its silent splendour.
Never touched by human hand.
A writer and a painter,
recluse of I know not where.
Find solace in the conclusion,
that no one will intrude there.
Mind open to the wonder,
that nature has performed.
Imagination has no motive
and the wonder is not deformed.
Grinning like gargoyles
perched on some high crest.
The Nose Gods look down forever.
For them there is no rest.
poem by David Harris
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War and peace (in answer to Virgil and C. Day Lewis)
Impartially the hand of Odin
came down
in rage and thunder
among mere men,
blazing agony on either side of them,
on a war torn front
without retreat envisioned,
but the pressing feeding of the guns
with men as the fodder
and politicians could not bother
about the mounting casualties, the agonies
of men wounded, dying and killed
and reporting back the black ravens
Huginn and Muninn
brought terrible tidings
at the court of Valhalla,
of the pointless fury of men
on one another
and in Valhalla
memory and thought brought empathy
in the hearts of all gods,
to the extend that they had great pity
for the pointlessness and savagery of war
and before long they wished for peace,
but man would have nothing of it
until the last soldier was slaughtered.
[References: Virgil, Aeneid X, translated by C. Day Lewis. “According to Norse / Anglo-Saxon / German mythology Odin / Odhinn / Woden / Wodan / Woutan is the king of all the gods and the god of war who holds court in Valhalla, where all brave warriors go after death in battle. His two black ravens Huginn (thought) and Muninn (memory) flies daily to gather tidings of world wide events.” ]
poem by Gert Strydom
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You don't have to put out the fire when all is ash.
It is the still and silent sea that drowns a man.
To be without silver is better than to be without honor.
Brawl with a pig and you go away with his stink.
The shame you cannot lift away, you had better let lie.
A man who has his feet hacked off cannot scurry far.