A Viking's Prayer
Below are some of the poems featured in Aidan's poetry collection.
A Viking's Prayer
I’m standing on the ship
looking out towards the sea,
glancing at the waters
that soon will carry me.
Beating of distant drums
coming from the battlefield,
a thousand Viking warriors
their weapons they won’t yield.
I hear Valhalla’s call
coming yonder from the sky,
my time will soon be up
I know then that I must die.
I call upon mighty Thor
to be always at my side,
so that I may fight bravely
after each oncoming tide.
Let blood be on my sword
let sweat fall from my brow,
as I go on the battlefield
to strike my foes down.
And if I should be last to fall
let me die a death with pride,
then my children will know
a hero is how I died.
I’m standing on the ship
looking out towards the sea,
glancing at the waters
that soon will carry me.
Beating of distant drums
coming from the battlefield,
a thousand Viking warriors
their weapons they won’t yield.
I hear Valhalla’s call
coming yonder from the sky,
my time will soon be up
I know then that I must die.
I call upon mighty Thor
to be always at my side,
so that I may fight bravely
after each oncoming tide.
Let blood be on my sword
let sweat fall from my brow,
as I go on the battlefield
to strike my foes down.
And if I should be last to fall
let me die a death with pride,
then my children will know
a hero is how I died.
A Burning Candle
Our life is like a burning candle
a little flame burns inside us while we live.
During the good times and happy moments in life
the flame is erect and strong.
But when we’re suffering or have hardships,
the flame becomes small and weak, flickering in the wind.
When the door of life
finally closes on us however,
the flame quenches, leaving the wick to smoulder.
Our life is like a burning candle
a little flame burns inside us while we live.
During the good times and happy moments in life
the flame is erect and strong.
But when we’re suffering or have hardships,
the flame becomes small and weak, flickering in the wind.
When the door of life
finally closes on us however,
the flame quenches, leaving the wick to smoulder.
Whispers
As I closed my eyes last night,
I heard your name being whispered in the wind.
I could almost feel the soft touch
of your lips pressing against mine.
I could feel your hair blowing in my face,
your finger slowly caressing my chest,
it sends my heart pulsating so fast
that I fear it will explode.
And then you turn your cheek
to my ear and whisper
those words that would melt
the stoniest of hearts,
you whisper those words of warmth,
you whisper, “I love you”.
As I awoke, it saddened me to realise
that it was only all a dream.
I was left with only to return
to my lonesome slumber,
and spend another night
just to dream of you once more.
As I closed my eyes last night,
I heard your name being whispered in the wind.
I could almost feel the soft touch
of your lips pressing against mine.
I could feel your hair blowing in my face,
your finger slowly caressing my chest,
it sends my heart pulsating so fast
that I fear it will explode.
And then you turn your cheek
to my ear and whisper
those words that would melt
the stoniest of hearts,
you whisper those words of warmth,
you whisper, “I love you”.
As I awoke, it saddened me to realise
that it was only all a dream.
I was left with only to return
to my lonesome slumber,
and spend another night
just to dream of you once more.
History
It is often said that
history is the greatest of all teachers.
If that is so,
then why oh why
do we constantly defy its teachings?
It is often said that
history is the greatest of all teachers.
If that is so,
then why oh why
do we constantly defy its teachings?
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