Poetry Competition Ends 17th February 2023 9:36am
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Who was Idibera_

It has now been officially acknowledged that the oldest rune stone has been found in Scandinavia. Dating back to the year 0/250
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They found a female name in there being IDIBERA
link on the finding
https://sciencenorway.no/archaeology-language-runes/worlds-oldest-rune-stone-found-in-norway-archaeologists-believe/2141404
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Please write on the above topic but tell me WHO was Idibera according to you? ?? Was she a pauper, pirate, sailor, farmer woman, a princess, priestess, queen, .....please .tell me about her in your own words
poems, no longer than 5 stanzas
texts no longer than 300 words
I do not count so if you write 305 words its ok
No erotica
one month
one poem per poet
I will not put this up to public vote
I will judge this comp myself
You may write as you wish
you may rhyme you may not or write in free verse
preferably a new write though old writes are accepted if you find it fitting
or can adjust the write so it is suitable for this specific topic
any questions
please ask
so enjoy and be creative
I hope to get many entries
be well all and shine on you crazed diamonds of DUP
blessings
Rianne
ps the image used is a free download
Idibera
I am Idi Bera -
Tender of Graves.
Keeper of bones
I will speak for our first dead
these who have no words with which to speak
who left no monuments but their bones
which you wish, now, to carve, as runic stones?
Then you, agéd prophets, would try to wreak
on our rest fearful mumbles said to be
prophecies, from these old bones. Prophecies?
From folk who could detect the beast in the breeze
when clad in flesh fleet as the wind,
expected to prophesize for men who wheeze?
And was it so you prophets would quickly rescind.
No, it was not to be, tribes-folk just like we,
silent these fifty-centuries.
My name shall be laid among these dead
and curse those who disturb these
If you disturb and read me, Dread.
Idi Bera
Tender of Graves
Keeper of Bones
Tender of Graves.
Keeper of bones
I will speak for our first dead
these who have no words with which to speak
who left no monuments but their bones
which you wish, now, to carve, as runic stones?
Then you, agéd prophets, would try to wreak
on our rest fearful mumbles said to be
prophecies, from these old bones. Prophecies?
From folk who could detect the beast in the breeze
when clad in flesh fleet as the wind,
expected to prophesize for men who wheeze?
And was it so you prophets would quickly rescind.
No, it was not to be, tribes-folk just like we,
silent these fifty-centuries.
My name shall be laid among these dead
and curse those who disturb these
If you disturb and read me, Dread.
Idi Bera
Tender of Graves
Keeper of Bones
Written by Rew
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Idibera
Dawns the Autumn.
A Poem opens itself.
Some wings spread.
Flowers blooming
everywhere.
Eyes wide close.
Eyes of wide read.
Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Signs, gods, runes.
Above the waters
arrises the mist.
Days and waves
keep on building
its Cathedrals.
Sleeps
in my hand
a non-important
poem
an unknown name
carved in a stone.
Idibera is a name
for the thunderbolt
for the woman that rides
the thunderbolt
Idibera is the the silence
after the thunder.
Not like a bird
in the autumn sky
but just like
the flare
that pulses
in my spine.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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The First Modern Lady
"I hear the first Nora of Norway was a living doll!"
-- playwright and modern feminist Henrik Idibera-Ibsen
*
"I D I B E R U G" -- the eight runes appearing on perhaps the world's oldest runestone
recently discovered in Norway and readily translated herein
by an age-old feminist poet who adamantly insists he neither needs his spectacles
nor takes his medication for severe senility
"I Idibera am -- the first of feminists to fight
against distressing stretch marks plus unsightly cellulite,
uncomely thighs too big and uninviting boobs too small,
the female brain -- though be it still quite brainlessly banal --
all wrinkles round the eyes as well as lines above the lips,
together with the lack of shapely baby-making hips,
a walk-in closet absent of a single six-inch heel --
and any feminist not knowing on all fours to kneel."
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the countless women of the past
who struggled in Pain to become
the popular real housewives of miami, norway
a revolving helios rhyme in eight lines menippean satire on
the liberated modern woman in fashionable pumps
with matching purse
at the botox party
january, 2023 -- yet billion dollar beauty industries untold
plus manifold plastic surgery centers
all at convenient locations near each
brainwashed bimbo
-- playwright and modern feminist Henrik Idibera-Ibsen
*
"I D I B E R U G" -- the eight runes appearing on perhaps the world's oldest runestone
recently discovered in Norway and readily translated herein
by an age-old feminist poet who adamantly insists he neither needs his spectacles
nor takes his medication for severe senility
"I Idibera am -- the first of feminists to fight
against distressing stretch marks plus unsightly cellulite,
uncomely thighs too big and uninviting boobs too small,
the female brain -- though be it still quite brainlessly banal --
all wrinkles round the eyes as well as lines above the lips,
together with the lack of shapely baby-making hips,
a walk-in closet absent of a single six-inch heel --
and any feminist not knowing on all fours to kneel."
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the countless women of the past
who struggled in Pain to become
the popular real housewives of miami, norway
a revolving helios rhyme in eight lines menippean satire on
the liberated modern woman in fashionable pumps
with matching purse
at the botox party
january, 2023 -- yet billion dollar beauty industries untold
plus manifold plastic surgery centers
all at convenient locations near each
brainwashed bimbo
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Related submission no longer exists.
Idibera
She was a young woman
Who feared nothing
Dared to do everything
Seemingly defied the gods
In her quest to heal those who came to her
For comfort and keep death at bay
She knew of herbs and leaves
She was admired
Yet feared by many men
Who could not deal with her strenght
So one day they tied her to a boat mast
Put it afire and let it sail away
Who feared nothing
Dared to do everything
Seemingly defied the gods
In her quest to heal those who came to her
For comfort and keep death at bay
She knew of herbs and leaves
She was admired
Yet feared by many men
Who could not deal with her strenght
So one day they tied her to a boat mast
Put it afire and let it sail away
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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DEAD AGAIN
we are all born
again
our meager dust
gathered
by the gods,
our remnants,
bright and dark,
stitched
into
some strange
garment
through which run
threads of vague
recollections,
impressions
we don't
dare acknowledge,
compulsions rising
as though from
deepest
densest bone
idibera,
born of ice
and rock,
infant soul
cast
among
the ancients
that they might
scratch your
name in stone,
maiden queen
of cold
and hunger,
fire maker,
lover, mother
plain as dirt,
sacred as any,
another
fair pilgrim
wandering
across eons,
seeking
home
again
our meager dust
gathered
by the gods,
our remnants,
bright and dark,
stitched
into
some strange
garment
through which run
threads of vague
recollections,
impressions
we don't
dare acknowledge,
compulsions rising
as though from
deepest
densest bone
idibera,
born of ice
and rock,
infant soul
cast
among
the ancients
that they might
scratch your
name in stone,
maiden queen
of cold
and hunger,
fire maker,
lover, mother
plain as dirt,
sacred as any,
another
fair pilgrim
wandering
across eons,
seeking
home
Written by javalini
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My mother of mothers
I will meet you
On black sands
As gods cradle
The skies
Tides and fog
Forewarn as
Colors collide
Beneath the great trees
I am comforted by thee
Your presence in the green
Let me know that I’m free
On black sands
As gods cradle
The skies
Tides and fog
Forewarn as
Colors collide
Beneath the great trees
I am comforted by thee
Your presence in the green
Let me know that I’m free
Written by bruised_fruit
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