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Had fun alliterating my way through the alphabet, twice. Aspirations to become a writer one day, poems will suffice for the moment.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Z is for Zooscopy A-Z Challenge 2015

hallucination that one is seeing animals

Zizzle Zazzle zizzified
Zappy, zoinked zassy.
Zinking zoulfully

-Miss Bates.

Y is for Yonside. A-Z Challenge 2015

on the farther side of

This is the  favourite day.
Winter has yielded.
Summer finally came to visit.
The yarling winds have finally ceased.
The sun is high upon the sky
the wind is cool, but almost tepid.
A glimpse into what is to come,
Yeasty yeep yonside.
It's time to scratch the yuke!

Yarling: wailing, howling 
Yeasty: full of restless energy or creativity
Yeep: to cheer, to chirp
Yuke: to itch
-Miss Bates.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

X is for Xanthopsia. A-Z Challenge 2015


Xanthopsia xenogenous.
'Xchanged 'xcitement,
Xenodochial 'xplorers
'xpand, 'xclude.

xanthopsia ~ a visual condition where things appear yellow
xenodochial ~ hospitable; kindly to strangers
xenogenous ~ due to an outside cause

-Miss Bates.

Monday, April 27, 2015

W is for Wonderwork. A-Z Challenge 2015

miracle, prodigy, thaumaturgy

Willom Wallom, Winston who.
Windy weathers whirl 'n' whool
Whom what whether 
Whenas worries whey 
with woe words.

-Miss Bates.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

V is for Visual Poetry. A-Z Challenge 2015

Visual poetry
i think these are beautiful.

Þetta byrjaði sem; It all started as;
Hamingja happiness
Sem framkallaði; that produced;
Tár a tear
Sem uppgötvaði; that discovered;
Sorgina sorrow
Sem leiddi að; that lead to;
Söknuði. longing.

Reiði, biturleiki, skilningur. Anger, bitterness, understanding.

Söknuður Longing
Sem leiddi að; that lead to;
Sorg sorrow
Sem uppgötvaði; that discovered;
Tár a tear
Sem framkallaði; that produced;

Hamingju. happiness.
-Miss Bates.

U is for Utinam. A-Z Challenge 2015


a fervent wish

Seljalandsfoss Iceland

Unbelievable, unforgettable.
Sculpted by the unforgiving environment.
Untamed, unwilling to change.
Ubiquitously alluring, uplifting.
Unstoppable, almost, unnerving.
undeniably ending

-Miss Bates.

Friday, April 24, 2015

T is for Trying. A-Z Challenge 2015

The Toucan by Shel Silverstein
Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.

Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
Two can.

What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Glue can.

Who can write some
More about the toucan?
You can!

Bear In There by Shel Silverstein
There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

I like those two by Shel Silverstein.
He should have been my S post, but hey things aren't always as you try to make them.

-Miss Bates.

S is for Sumar. A-Z Challenge 2015

Þýtur í laufi, bálið brennur.
Blærinn hvíslar:  “sofðu rótt.”
Hljóður í hafið röðull rennur,
roðnar og býður góða nótt.
Vaka þó ennþá vinir saman
varðeldi hjá í fögrum dal.
Lífið er söngur, glaumur, gaman.
Gleðin, hún býr í fjallasal.

The leaves careened, the fire burned.
The breeze whispered: "sleep tight."
Sounds in the ocean the saddle runs,
blushes and bids you good night.
Although friends are still awake
by campfire in a captivating valley.
Life is singing, gladness, fun.
Happiness, she lives in the mountain's halls. 

Happy first day of summer.
This was a poem I used to love as a kid.
It's also a Song you'd sing on the very last day of winter.
I am looking forward to sunshine again.
Living in Iceland leaves winter for 70% of the year.
Now the future only holds the other 30% that is summer (hopefully).

-Miss Bates.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

R is for Ragnarök. A-Z Challenge 2015

the end of the gods.

In Norse mythology, or Ásatrú as we Icelanders like to call it,
there is such creativeness in the making of 'the world'.
They believed, very back when every person was more connected with their surroundings,
that everything could be explained with nature.
And even though it's sort of complicated I'm going to try my best to keep it simple.

You see, in the beginning there was nothing.
Just a giant hole of emptiness,
called Ginnungagap.
The north side of the void filled with ice,
while the south side of the void filled with fire.
And right in the middle of the void
the Frost Giant Ýmir was born.
Out of one of his armpits he grew a woman,
out the other a man.
And his foot begot a son with his other foot.
And that's how the Frost Giants were to be.
There was a magical cow, called Auðhumla.
Who licked the salt stones of the frozen side of the void,
she begot Ýmir and then Búri who begot Bor.
Bor got a wife, Bestla daughter of Bölþorns the Giant
and together they had three sons.
Odin, Vilji, Vé were their names.
Odin and his brothers killed Ýmir and created the world we have come to know.
Out of his blood the oceans came to be.
Out of his skin they made the earth.
Out of his bones they made the mountains.
His teeth and broken bones were the rocks and little hillsides.
And out of the blood still leaking from his wounds the brothers tied the world together.
They raised his head above like the sky and placed four dwarves on each end.
They were called
Austri, Vestri, Norðri, Suðri (East, West, North, South).
Now sadly this world they created was filled with the evils of the Frost Giants.
And this not being the only world, because the void stretches on for much longer than you'd assume.
Odin and his brothers found two trees drifting in the ocean.
The first gave us our breath and life.
Second gave us our sense and our emotions.
Third gave us the way to speak, hear and see.

And that's the story of how men came to be, this is our Adam and Eve story.
The first people in Norse Mythology were named Askur and Embla.
See the resemblance, they got their paradise made for them too.
The Gods, of course, did not live in the world they created out of Ýmir for us,
they lived up...and over a bridge.
Also, I'd like to mention that they explain the shift from day to night with
two wolves that chase the moon and the sun and therefor day is forever fleeting.

Now we fast forward a 'little', to Ragnarök,
or the end of the gods.

Basically the signs that the world is ending:
First there will be 'Fimbulvetur' (extremely cold winter)
there will be no sun and snow will come from all directions.
Wind will be strong and dominantly colder than the air.
And then there will be three winters in a row, without a summer in between.
Then there will be three more winters of cold, that will spread all over the world.
But it will not come out with snow, but blood.
Many battles will be fought and many will fall.
That will be the beginning of the end of the gods.

The wolf that was chasing the sun, catches it and swallows.
The wolf that chased the moon caught it and all the stars disappeared from the sky.
The earth trembles, so much that mountains and trees break down with roots.
All spells and those that had been bound will break free.
The ocean attacks land, a mighty worm that lives in the center of the world,
spews poison over the air and water.
There is a great battle, not only on earth.
One by one all the gods die.
And in the end only a few get a special place.
The sun also begot a daughter, who took up her mothers role of shining bright.

Now I'll never feel like I do this story justice and it should really be a book of 80 something chapters.
(which it is!)
I often wonder if Ragnarök has already happened.
If so, we are living in a godless world. With only a handful to take care of the return of the Frost Giants.
Or did Odin keep his one promise, "I will rid the world of Frost Giants".
Now I'm pretty sure I haven't seen those around so I thank you Odin, for taking care of at least that for us.
Its fun to think about other religions. Also they have so much poetry, Icelandic history is forever.
I hope you enjoyed this history lesson, next posts shall be back to poems.
And excuse my late posts, I seem to have got sick last Monday and turned into a sick Zombie.

More to come!

-Miss Bates.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Q is for Quasi-. A-Z Challenge 2015

seeimingly, apparently but not really.
'as if, almost.'

Descended with peculiar taste.
Desired, yet distant.
forcefully quiet, 
forever the scrutinizer.
Curious case of the quasi.
almost, nearly, just missed me.
Completing the quest 
of quaesitum
within the quantum.

Quaesitum: something sought for, the true value
-Miss Bates.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

P is for Pandemonism. A-Z Challenge 2015

worship of spirits dwelling in all forms of nature.

Blómin döfnuðu
í heitri sumar sólinni.
Fuglarnir sungu,
litlar pöddur voru á kreik.
Ung hjörtu
fundu til hlýju,
ástarblossar kveiknuðu.

Ský dró fyrir sólu,
úðaði regni yfir allt.
Sjávarmál hækkaði,
við þeim blasti

~ * ~

The flowers blossomed
in the hot summer sun.
The bird sang,
little bugs were on the prowl.
Young hearts
found warmth,
love sparks awoken.

The clouds covered the sun.
sprayed rain over everything.
The ocean rose.
in front of them
formed a storm.

-Miss Bates.

Friday, April 17, 2015

O is for Orison. A-Z Challenge 2015

Orison ~ a prayer

It's my fathers birthday today. And in two months it will be 17 years since he left us.
He's the one hanging upside down.
He was a true ray of sunlight, and will be forever missed.
Here is one poem from my younger days, while everything was still upside down for me.

Hugur minn er úti á þekju
hjartað ráfar um
sál mín þrýstist í marga hluta
líkami minn er í losti.
Aum skel, innantóm
leitandi að ljósinu
leitandi að lyklinum
út úr skuggaveröld hugans.


My mind's gone blank
my heart roams around
my soul shattered into separate parts
my body in shock.
Hollow shell, pathetic
searching for the light,
searching for the key
out of the minds shadow world.

~I found my key, have you?
-Miss Bates.

N is for Nemorivagant. A-Z Challenge 2015

 wandering through forests

here is more of my icelandic poetry translated, I really hope you like it.
Some letters of the alphabet are just to undiversified to make sense out of.
So I hope you all don't mind me sharing my native tongue with you all! 

Undrandi andlit
Leita að því sem hvarf.

Botnleysi finnur botn
Svör sem voru ósvöruð
Finna lokun.

Veröldin byrjar á ný.

~ * ~

Astonished faces
looking for that, that disappeared.

Bottomlessness finds his bottom.
Answers that were left unanswered
find closure.

The world begins anew.

-Miss Bates.