Thursday 8 September 2011

The Tempest Of Thor

Well I haven't heard from Thor for a while but I hope he'll read it one day and enjoy it. So I post this mainly for the rest of you. Enjoy!


The Tempest of Thor

The roar of thunder resonates across the heavens
Giant billowing clouds of cinereal temper
Form a rumbling avenue of squalls
As the rain lashes down in sheets of ocean
Lightning blazing in blinding moments
Of pure light and darkness
As Thor enters into the room

Tall, thin and mighty
His electric blue eyes hide behind shades
His war hammer swinging in the violent winds
As the tempest swirls in blustery grandeur
He smiles a crooked smile
As he commands the firmaments
Raining down tragedy
On those unfortunate wretches
Who crossed the path of Thor

The ghastly overpowering boom
Wrenching the sky apart
As burning ice
Tumbles into the void
A blizzard of hail ablaze
As Thor vents his fury

And as the deep ocean depths
And the pinnacle of the sky
Unite in a frenzy of froth and fog
Two extremities forced to combine
By the iron will of Thor

Black lightning flows from his fingertips
And the sea surges from his mouth
Electrocuting and drowning his foes
A salty torrent entices his tongue
And a tingling current caresses his hands
As the tempest rages into the night
Building as sea and sky combine
They submit before Thor
In a gusty climax
As the world begs its master
For release


Sunday 4 September 2011

That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Be Just As Random And Frankly Peculiar As Bryony

Hmm... well here is a poem for Bryony. It makes hardly any sense. Don't know if you'll like it. *curses self doubt* But here you are! Enjoy!


That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Be Just As Random And Frankly Peculiar As Bryony

A wonderfully eccentric girl
Only slightly, she claims
But no one’s as random, the whole world knows
As The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

She once was a mango
She’s obsessed with Severus Snape
But she always was crazy and odd, I suppose
Was The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

She looks fairly normal
She’s got eyes and a nose
And a mouth and some fingers, and even some toes
Has The All Singing All Dancing, Bryony Rose

But don’t let it fool you,
She’s as mad as can be,
So whatever you do, don’t presuppose
With The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

For although she’s insane
And has no taste in hats
She is good at breathing, and there are other pros
To The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

She always seems happy,
With her face in a grin
She just doesn’t have woes
Not The All Singing All Dancing Bryony Rose

And she knows how to eat
Though she tries eating plates
And she also wears clothes
Does The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

Can she fly? Can she whistle?
Can she speak Ancient Greek?
Is she friends with the crows?
The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose?

She may be controlled by the weather
The sun and the rain
And the wind and the snows
Rule The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

And she knows how to talk
How to read and to write
She knows how it goes
Does The All Singing, All Dancing Bryony Rose

And the questions she thinks of!
That can’t really be a fish you’re standing on, can it?
And an answer arose
For The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose.

For the nonsensically minded (and I am one of those)
Any sense in these words I shall try to dispose
Just revel in the marvellous words (not the prose)
‘Bout The All Singing, All Dancing, Bryony Rose

Friday 2 September 2011

Dancing Through Life

Well here is another poem I've wanted to write for a long time. It's for Thalia. Enjoy!


Dancing Through Life

Carefree and mischievous
With a smile in her eyes
Thalia Circe laughs
As Dusk looks on in surprise

She babbles a lot in Spanish
Then beats him with a chair
Then leaves him lying on the floor
Staring at her black and messy hair

Yet those eyes of stormy grey
Are so caring and deep
So strong and silent when in pain
A treasure of talent asleep

An adept and a mind reader
So sensitive and kind
Yet even though her heart is large
She’s sometimes left behind

Yet her friends unlock her talents
And they marvel when they do
For her poetry is wonderful
Her stories superb too

And even when she’s crying
Her friends will help her through
And then Thalia is strong again
They know this to be true

She created the rainbow squirrel
And she has an evil cat
Diligent, clever, witty, crazy
Nothing wrong with that

Writer of Crown to Eye Patch,
 A Poem- Little Owl
Timeless Sergiyevskoye
Yet she’ll hide within a cowl

She thinks them to be dreadful
When the truth is that they’re great
And I constantly wait for more
For I really cannot wait

Though you may feel sad or angry
Though you may fill up with strife
You’re special, magnificent, Thalia-esque
And I hope you’ll go dancing through life