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The Runal Verses, Part OneFehu
Wealth is in the eye of the beholder
Those that hoard and those with greed
Sow discord like wheat, in equal,
And blown like chaff.
Feoh
The cattle are driven across the river
The jealous wait to steal their share
Wealth is in the eye of the patient,
Though the patient are not always kind.
Fé
Charity begets a heart of gold
Wealth is in the eye of subjectivity,
For the wealth of goods does not always equal
The wealth of heart and home.
Ûruz
The aurochs drink from the waters of life
And we hunt the auroch to ensure our lives
Water and cow go hand in hand
Both come in rivers: one of clear, one of milk.
Yr
Between the horns of cattle,
I see the visage of Auðumbla
Four rivers of power flow in four directions
I drink, and regain my strength.
Úr
Rain is falling again,
Turning from sleet and hail to hail and snow;
It always returns as a rain,
And with it comes the riding of Þórr.
Thurisaz
I dare to walk through the Ironwood
The giantesses and wolves

The Ignorant Mind Ignorant Mind

One mind is not equal to another
the half-wise are everywhere
speech passed down by a father
misunderstood words for the unaware

For men to be midle-wise is the best
these words i hold to be true
not over cunning and clever to his guest
if words he can not speak or deeds he can not do

The wise man whose lore is so deep
seldom in heart shall he find happiness
roads of madness he will meet
in that he must take awareness

The fairest life that one can take
is he who knows not the ways of the world
he shall not succumb to that fate
and live in peace among his folk

The future is not able for men to know
too much

Latin Circle CastingIn Latin:
Ave Dea, mater terrae,
Ego te amplexo.
Spatium hoc benedice!
Orbem hunc ablue!
Nobis imbrim medicum fer!

Ave Deus, pater coeli,
Ego te amplexo.
Spatium hoc benedice!
Orbem hunc ablue!
Nobis luxem medicam fer!

Ave elementum terrae!
Ave specula septemptrionis!
Ego te amplexo.

Ave elementum coeli!
Ave specula orientis!
Ego te amplexo.

Ave elementum ignis!
Ave specula austri!
Ego te amplexo.

Ave elementum aquae!
Ave specula occidentis!
Ego te amplexo.

In English:
Hail, mother of the Earth,
I welcome you gladly.
Bless this space!
Purify this circle!
Bring us your healing rain!

Hail, father of the

Frelsa maer astir minn Frelsa mær ástir minn

In nameless lands of forgotten shores, i ride now up into the mountains. But it wasn't always such...
Over the surface of the waves i went, regardless in what perils could i find so far and deprived of my native land. Alas! What have i done? I have accepted the words of kings that now have succumb to death, among bands of fallen warriors that lie fallen and proud, if i haven't embraced the speech of my noble kinsmen, i wouldn't regret the situation where i am in, for council is often given by those who pronounce fair words, but are faint of heart, and only lies and deceiving are the true purpo

RagnarokHere we stand, on the slopes of Vigrid,
We've had -
Three years of winter,
Three years of persistence

Still we stand, Einherjer, side by side,
The storm rages through our ranks,
Mountains come down, Grinding to dust,
But still we stand, Einherjer, side by side!

The flames lick the sky,
Our spears and swords held up high,
As we clash,
In the valleys of ragnarök,

Impending our doom,
The giants storm forth,
There's an end,
And it's closing in on our souls.

The flames lick the sky,
Our spears and swords held up high,
As we clash,
In the valleys of ragnarök,

Hel's army approach,
Loki's daughter storm forth,
There's

A Norseman HeartTo sail the seas under the northen star for honor in far off battle fields.
To fight for your family, your gods.
To get your place in the Halls of Valhalla.
This is a heart of a Warrior , a heart of a Norseman, a heart of a true Viking.

Viking PoemMournful moon in dire sky
What evil comes tonight?
What has made the stars so shy,
Fading out of sight?

Ravage, seas and howl, O wind!
Bring the raging tide!
We'll be judged for we have sinned
Cast our wrongs aside!

Dreadful sky and stormy seas
Drive longships on course
Die, we shall on bended knees
Come, O fearsome Norse!

Skegga's Edda Chapter 4 - The Son of Nine MothersIn a hall deep on the ocean bed lived the sea ettins Aegir and Ran. This couple had nine children, all girls, who were close to one another in age. Ran had named them after the waves. In time they grew to be young women but despaired of finding good husbands; for this was long before mortal men sailed out away from the safety of land.
In desperation the daughters decided to magic themselves a lover. The eldest, Bloodyhair, stole into her mother's chamber. She took the smallest of her mother's brewing vessels and a wand made of coral sanded smooth as glass. She joined her sisters in their own private apartment. The soapstone brew pot was placed in the centre of the room and the sisters gathered about it.
'We need to fill the pot for the spell,' said Bloodyhair, 'with the most powerful talismans we can give. What shall we use?'
'We can give hair' suggested Heavenshining
'Yes,' agreed Bloodyhair, 'that will make powerful magic. Let us

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It can weaken resolve, yet strengthen the soul
It is the duty of need to test and challenge
It is the duty of need to make us who we are
Nyð
All hardship in life
Waxes and wanes like the moon;
The drought comes, the cattle die off,
The harvest flees and so does good help.
Nauðr
To toil until yesteryear,
That is what will come of us;
Until all is satisfied,
The hole cannot be filled.
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And lays out her precious jewels;
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Is
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Hungry and ever-present,
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The biter with frosted teeth,
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The Earth gives us her approval
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A Crop Song, For Sif and Thorby ~TwaRavenMotifs

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Visual & Found Poetry

First go at writing a song.

Art ©2011 - ? TwaRaven Motifs

*Thorskegga Jul 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful! Do more do more

~TwaRavenMotifs Jul 12, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm glad you liked it.

*Odins-Gift Jun 27, 2012

Very nice poem! Love the "Fehu forest" and the combination with goat and sun-disc

~TwaRavenMotifs Jun 27, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm glad you like it! Meter got a bit skippy in some parts (have to pay more attention to timing it to a beat), but I'm glad it still turned out okay. Fehu's a very Sif-y rune, isn't it?

*Odins-Gift Jun 29, 2012

Fehu is definitely a fitting rune for the gold-haired Lady of bounty

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The words are very evocative even if the meter is not metronomical

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If you want to have a go at the meter again though, I could try to do a little line tweaking here and there for curiosity's
and fun's sake, to see how it would turn out - it's something I really enjoy doing. May I play a bit with the words

~TwaRavenMotifs Jun 29, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

You can if you'd like.

*Odins-Gift Jun 29, 2012

Ooh thank you ! *rubbing hands* I love to play with words - I'll post it for you when I'm done!

*Odins-Gift Jun 29, 2012

It was absolutely delightful to work with your words

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I've taken a bit off a tangent - I hope you like it

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A Crop Song, For Sif and Thor

All through this summer's run,
We children of the Sun
See gold wheat sway,
And we shall pray
For a rich harvest won.

May Sif, Thor's golden bride,
Bring us her fertile tide;
Her gilded bloom
We may consume,
New strenght to us supplied.

This god and goddess great,
Man's friend and gentle mate,
Let's honor now;
Their sacred plow
Brings food to our plate.

Let's sing a song of praise,
And thankful voices raise,
Daughters of Sif,
For every sheaf
We gained in summer days.

O sons of Thor, rejoice
In merry solstice joys!
Thor's goats race by
Through yonder sky
Amidst his thunder's noise.

And after days all warm
Come wind and rain and storm,
Cold days draw near;
To bread and beer
Our harvest's now transformed.

So in the winter's reign,
To those who gave us grain,
To Thor and Sif
Bring gift for gift--
May plenty come again!

~TwaRavenMotifs Jun 30, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Good grief, I LOVE IT! The meter is completely corrected and uses so much better wording than this version. I may remake this picture with this text, if you so allow, and you can feel free to post your version as a Deviation of your own if you wish.

*Odins-Gift Jun 30, 2012

I'm happy you like it

! Please feel free to use this version with your picture, I'd be honored!
I'd love to try to find a tune for it, so the 'Song' becomes complete

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Thank you for your kind offer! As my version would not exist without yours, my suggestion is I credit you as original author and me for building upon it, if that is allright with you? And I would also love to include it in my poetry collection website, "Odin's Gift" (www.odins-gift.com) if I may

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