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Spring Epic Poems | Epic Poems About Spring

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Details | Epic |

THE COMING OF SPRING

THE COMING OF SPRING


Heralds of euphoria, 
Your anxious trumpets make to
Wait no more
For
The Olympians to hear the
Festive news yearn:
Persephone is released
From
Pluto’s palaces, to 
The upper world, 
Where,
Demetra:
The mother earth, waiting is,
Her daughter to embrace,
In her mandle of green.

Come,
Oh you heralds and sound,
For all in waiting to 
Hear!
Apollo is back,
Dionysus is gone,
Spring is here,
Mortals rejoice!  



© Demetrios Trifiatis
     12 APRIL 2013



Details | Romanticism |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 6


When the Earth was in danger     6 

Prelude
This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger,  which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled  it  can also
be converted into  creative energy. The incident is from the 
mythology of Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the 
supreme God of Hindus started one day his Tandava Nritya * or the
Dance of destruction and how it was controlled …  ..
What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  


Part 6 
 
Spring Goddess was stunned and speechless for a while, 
When the Earth noticed something new in Urvashi* 
Even the enchanting magic of spring too, 
was wondering with eyes wide open,

The fall of Urvashi* may lead to an end,
of everyone’s hopes and dreams,
The only thought hovering on their mind was that 
the end of Earth was inevitable.

Because the last of their hopes to save the Earth 
had fainted with the fall of Urvashi,*

Everyone had started in their mind, 
the beginning of the reverse counting.

They feared because of the fall of Urvashi,* 
which had stopped the Tandava* dance of Lord Shiva,

The cosmic destruction of the Earth and the Universe would start,
Any moment from the third* eye of Lord Shiva.   23


By then, Urvashi* and the goddess of spring 
had created an unprecedented intoxication in the air,

The entire earth was under the effect of that wonderful wine of Nature,

The enchantment had started mildly effecting Shiva,* and 
it had even started cooling down,
the fire of anger burning with in Lord Shiva.

The dance effects created by the magically dancing Urvashi * and
the season of spring were in their full bloom, 
while unknowingly touching the mind and steps of  Lord Shiva, 

The dancing steps of Urvashi* and the floating aroma of the 
Goddess of spring had started creating by then, 
a chain on the steps of Lord Shiva.

The lava of anger in Shiva’s third eye Trinetra,* 
had started cooling down by then slowly. 24

Ravindra
Kanpur India 09th March 2011					to continue in 7


Clarifications
Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer & singer.  
Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.
Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Third eye or Trinetra*  means- The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center
of our forehead.
Lord Indira* - is the gods & Lord of Heaven in Hindu mythology. He is also the God of
Rainfall. 


Details | Epic |

When the Earth was in danger 7


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of Hindus, 
which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of destruction and 
how it was controlled …..What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

 
When the Earth was in danger   07


By then the new foliage of spring had began to smile, 
on the branches of every tree,

All the buds of the flower plants had started blooming,
in that new swing of season,

Fragrance coming from the sandalwood forests,
was flowing in the air all around,
intoxicating everyone and everything,

All the insects, animals and birds, 
which were not conscious about this sudden change of season, 

Began to dance in sweet pleasure, 
after tasting the intoxication flowing in the air. 25



Even the Koyal* started its sweet spring singing, 
in her most melodious voice during that time, 
which she had never sang before.

The peacock also started its most colorful and 
fascinating dance.

The Rivers too began to flow with the most pleasing sound,
as if they were singing a song.

The sky had opened in those moments,  
its fabulous treasures of alluring colors, 
to charm the entire universe.

The Sun rays coming from behind the hovering colorful clouds 
were spreading on the earth, 
a magical scene which no one had ever witnessed on Earth.

Such was the grandeur and wind of attractions,
everywhere on the earth,
that even Gods too got completely lost,  
what to say of human beings. 26


Embodiment of Shiva* the Neelkantha*  
which use to  fly often  high and low in the air,
were today dancing like a Peacock, 
while spreading their blue wings in the air.

What had happened to the Earth, 
why everyone was lost in the realm of a different world.

All the inhabitants of Earth and even of the heaven, 
were keeping a silence only with folded hands.

As they were either praying to Shiva or 
were silently praying to their favorite Gods 
to save the earth.
  
Ravindra

Kanpur India 07 h April 2011				                    	to continue in 8

Clarifications:
•	Koyal = a singing bird of India like nightingale.
•	Neelkanth* = Blue jay. A bird having blue throat. To see Neelkanth  please open
http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/showphoto.php/photo/26534/cat/500/ppuser/23167


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 5


Incineration of  Love God Madan Cupid
5  of Many

Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’

Through wisdom by concentration,
And strength of will power,
Through knowledge of self,
By the practice of Yoga*.

One fine spring morning,
When the dawn was spreading, 
Light, to welcome the Sun,
Her supposed father in law.

And was singing the Spring melody,
In tune with the chirping of birds,
The Cuckoo began her evergreen song,
To worship the love God Cupid.

Ravindra
Kanpur 25th April 2012
To continue........

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.






Details | Romanticism |

Am I Crazy, to Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
Crazy maniac
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?

Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.

As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?


Details | Lyric |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Verse |

The Eves of May

Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction

And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses 
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile 

Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo

One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me

Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience

Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked 
And the answers I cannot have

Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive

And the eves and ides of May 
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger 
Eating flesh of man much meeker

And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes 
Or finality, when it finds its done

Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all


Details | Haiku |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Blank verse |

Kill Da Wabbit

                    Kill Da Wabbit
              (a low IQ non fat Haiku) 

Carrot hangs on branch

Kill da wabbit kill da wabbit

C.I.L.L....... da wabbit


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