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Endymion,Lover Of The Moon

On summer hills I watched you I know you watched me too Every night you waited for me Every night I came to you From shallow oceans I have risen On silver chariots traveled high Crossed everlasting spaces which filled your empty sky Soothing manna showered your lips from the radiance of my light Crazy love I poured in your heart on each lone and serene night Humble shepherd boy Endymion You haven't chosen death,nor life In eternal sleep you've slumbered and made of me your wife You must have been a poet with a will to live our dream with a want to preserve passion for the last abiding crescent of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion and by beautiful poetry.

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Beauty floats

Floating beauty, she glides across the lake.
Her gown flutters in the wind with each stride.
It feels like a dream but I am awake.
This vision comes to me on gentle tide.

I take her hand as she steps on the shore.
She says, "I'm yours to do with as you please."
"What you dream of, I can promise much more!"
Her gown drops and blows away on the breeze.

Gentle curves beckon for me to explore.
Her skin pale white welcomes lustful caress.
I give and give and still she begs for more!
Power beyond my own I must confess.

For I am nothing but a mortal man!
Power flowing from a secret hot place.
To gain human seed was part of her plan.
Looking content she leaves without a trace.

For Georgio's Iambic verse contest.
I am not well experienced with this form but thought I would try.
Written Sept, 29th 2014 by Richard lamoureux.

 

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TENTACLES

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, 
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, 
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is 
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms 
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Thracian Eve


Thracian Eve 

Subsequent the fog walls act
(dance solitaire of its white sway)
the sovereign of woods display 
- adaxial his life protract. 

Amidst the woods and in the haze 
(diffused in air's the deep green light)
advertent nymph in veiling white 
- and ancient Thracian spirits' phase. 

An aisling she appeared and ere 
her solitude his stare absorbed 
she spelled his name - a song birds curbed 
- betrothal mountains' claim of e'er. 

A melody of singing aves 
upon the slopes where lantern-moons 
interconnected with the tunes, 
- aloneness of her festal Eves. 

Belike beams floated on air streams 
the Gods invited while fog's soars 
agremones clothe ancient wars 
entwined with Strymon's seaward themes. 

Aberdevines on Thracian wold 
and nightingales' expanded song 
the mountain mists embrace erelong 
- abthane the temples eyes behold. 

Her flight has reached the ether's heights 
steep slopes that mortals followed thence,
amid the thymes their lives commence,
when nightingales invite the nights.

© 05-24-2013, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)


G.V.


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Blessed Outcomes

Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a blessed outcome.
With longing strides-- they reach, climbing earthen berms 
to add their lovers song to move with the cycles.
Some take the blessed day, others wait the pearly moon.
See her so fairy fair dressed in naught but moonlight?
Watch his black-haired beast rise once encircled by her arms.
Back pressed against the dolmens, her heels wreath his waist 
as virgin blood runs red like the holly berries
to feed the holy earth, she'll bear his child; she trusts.  

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Where lilies grow

 Zephyrus, the god of the wind from the west
 Gently blows where the lily grows
 He is springtimes's welcome guest

 In early summer he whispers to the rose
 As she sways in his warm caress
 He gently blows where the lily  grows

   The winds of *Notus  may give her stress
 For he brings the summer storms
 But she'll  sway in Zephyrus's  warm  caress

 The winds of  *Boreas are never warm
 He brings the cold winds of winter
 While Notus brings the summer storms

 Icicles on window sills begin to splinter
 As the winds of Boreas make us shiver
 He brings the cold winds of winter

 His icy breath is upon the rivers
 With gusts that never seem to  rest 
 The winds of Boreas make us shiver
 But Zephyrus is sprigtime's welcome guest
                                ----  
   12/11/2014

 *Notus -  The Greek  god of the south wind
  *Boreas -  The Greek   god of the North wind and the bringer of winter
                                             ----
 Source - Wikipedia

 
 
 

 

 

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Auburn

It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls,
Wherefore, to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze;
For though gilded rays shall grace all thy sunlit days 
Tis Moonstrucks cast beams - your mischiefs - that
Did so deceive!

Happily ye wander through Midnights velvet vales -
Thus to bathe in the still of deep glades shimmering pools;
Gently smile as the White Hart confuses at the Nightjar,
Laugh joyfully as he gleefully barks within a Huntresses
muse.

Where entwining about your lithe liken limbs
Enchanting currents that confound upon like curvaceous 
streams: 
Flawlessly proportioned - high bred - temperate form
Of palest earthborn Athenian figurine.

And ere those coy sighs, should but just once, countenance 
Mortal compromise
Through your countless ages of fair queens and fabled kings;
Then if at some singular point in trickling sands spatial time,
If my heart beat within thine...would thy charge me astride 
Great Pegasusus wings.

So recline thou, betwixt sharp earth and Heavens eternal 
skies,
Thoust art serenaded by forlorn winds that forsakenly 
Beseech upon your divine name;
For the raging fires of burning stars were lit to blaze
In thine eyes -
By thee fearful architect who moulded immortal clay 
To thy perfect frame!

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Nyx

Nyx - Ode -

Strophe:

The shadows know the
scent of clove
as Nyx devolves her
orphic code;
her odes address the
stars above,
inviting so, the
Morpheus' bode.

Her darkness strings
the scenic
stillness,
her laughter waves
inside the ether,
small hours submit
erotic bleakness,
advancing 'mid the
sage and heather.

The creatures glance
- with eyes of amber
beneath the blinking
starry flare,
while Nyx, the
infinite advancer,
inflicts her
thralldom and
affair.

Antistrophe:

The blanching moon,
in ventured glory,
embraced by Erebus
at night,
unfolds her mane of
black graphite,
distributing her
daunting dowry.

She meekly bids to
worlds of blooms,
the mortals on the
breezes' breath,
bestowing grand the
kiss of death,
with fates to weave
the orchard looms.

Epode:

Suggesting darkened
deeds and dismal,
with sovereignty she
guides - abysmal,
the chanted souls to
follow thence,
her clouded callings
consequence.

© G. Venetopoulos,
26-03-2014 - (date
the poem was
revised)
© G. Venetopoulos,
10-03-2012 
(Iambic Ode)
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Nyx = Night

Paintings of Nyx:
http://tinyurl.com/67gs9u

http://tinyurl.com/ndvfvbw

The story on
Wikipedia:
{
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
Nyx ("Night" in
Greek) – Roman (in
Latin): Nox – is the
Greek goddess (or
personification) of
the night. A shadowy
figure, Nyx stood at
or near the
beginning of
creation, and was
the mother of other
personified deities
such as Hypnos
(Sleep) and Thanatos
(Death). Her
appearances are
sparse in surviving
mythology, but
reveal her as a
figure of
exceptional power
and beauty. She is
found in the shadows
of the world and
only ever seen in
glimpses. }

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Atlantis

A collaboration with Linda (Poet Destroyer)


Atlantis


Can't be re-written by the Gods
The land and sands of time
Destroyed by the fire of Poseidon's curse
Atlantis swallowed by: Earth

In one day and one night
Peaceful existence met its end
Built on a volcano, now surrounded by ancient rippled tears
Lava stripped apart the rich and glorious empire
Enriched by engineers and architects whom loved power more than the Gods
Forgotten souls, sheltered by a watery grave
History withheld from shallow sunken memories
Western sky's hide the truth, a vision from the Pillars of Hercules
"An island situated in front of the Strait of Gibraltar"
Ghostly ruins wait to rise above the Mediterranean and Atlantic waves
A magical land held down by the hands of death,

Atlantis lost city walls...a secret hidden by mermaids
Partially buried, beneath the ocean floor it lies
The largest sunken treasure never to be found
Magnificent pillars of an imperial palace still stand
Somewhere hidden under ancient sand
Some are leaning against turrets, that toppled after the impact
Nothing human will ever inhabit these walls
No feet will ever touch these staircases, again
Only an eerie silence now resides here, with the blue-green waters
Seaweed grows along it's outer walls, like ivy on a trellis.
Obscuring it even further from the human eye.

Other ocean tides will never compare
Tantalizing blend of fantasy and mystery
Stone walls covered with precious gems
...Listen to Plato's voice...
"Look close, look close, into the sea!"
Through the light and Pillars of Hercules
Some where out there buried in the vast
Atlantis the Paradise

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Linda, I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to write this awesome poem
with you. I truly appreciate all of the support that you have given me since I have been here. It is sad to see such a talented poet leaving the Soup. 
You are one of my favorites, and I will miss you very, very much, Linda.   
Always & Forever, Kelly

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Riding A Unicorn





A virginal ride

Holding the mane of a myth

Through fantasy clouds

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Athena's Companion

Phantom of wisdom in stealth of night;
mysteries of darkness revealed by your sight.

Appearing much older than your earthly years;
an ageless soul with no death to fear.

Athena's companion, with knowledge to share.
Secrets of the gods and immortals you bear.

Kept hidden from light, the ancient truths;
powers of the universe and fountains of youth.

Silent and deep as winters hard snow,
divulging not, till we're deemed fit to know.

Her crow, the secret of omnipotence did tell.
Jealous gods swallowed Atlantis with ocean swells.

Tiring of him, wanting the perfect fowl,
she chose you, the wise old owl.




Contest:My last contest:
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Night Owl
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler



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The Gods of Winds

A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful blares
Making nervous with fear all the beings.
But caters medicines to the world with care
The wind God is the breath bringer to all
Perfumes, caresses and senses at his call.

Rudra sired his wife Deeti with a son
Deeti vowed to keep him in her womb for more years
Letting the child be more and more brawny one.
Indra, the chief deity of heaven, out of fear,
Entered her womb and chopped him with passion
But pieces so strong reformed into numbers. 
They were named as Maruts, varied Gods of wind
Who lash the world from end to end with great dins.

They are progeny of Rudra, the bulls of heaven,
Radiant in serried rank free from spots and stains
Who drench the earth with heavy rains uneven.
No one know from where they take shape and rain
Spreading forth darkness during the day time even.
Bring health and wealth in noisy way, but veterans.
*"The winds of God’s grace are always blowing
It is left to us how to set the sails flowing."

                           +++
*Rudra, Maruts and Deeti are characters in Hindu Mythology*
* Inspired by a quote
December 21, 2014
Third Place win
Form: Ottava Rima - Rhyme Scheme abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
Sources : Wikipedia - hinduwebsites

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Winds Obey


tale from old Slavic god idol worshipped sage and protector season’s spirit winds obey chiming toll gusts from gods stab with blades of potent breath freezing the tundra and stripping oaks till summer’s warm air wafts winds rage on in winter born from the sea called by Stribog’s horn warrior’s songs command his grandsons blow! *source: Wikipedia and pagan-soul.blogspot For Shadow's Gods of Winds Contest, 12/17/14

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The Unicorn

The unicorn horse, 
With a horn on its head, 
Is just a mythical animal
who runs in the forest, 
The unicorn myth, 
shall always live on.
A legendary horse, 
next to legendary man.
But through times of greatness, 
the myth lives on.
While grazing the grasses.
and roaming the lands.
The unicorn's exsistence, 
extraordinarily lives on.
A shimmer of hope, 
he has brought to the masses.
a symbol of purity and grace, 
throughout the Middle Ages, 
The Renaissance horse
has written the pages. 
The Unicorn's horn, 
was used for defenses, 
The Unicorn's legs
could jump many fences, 
Across the lands, 
and down to the sea.
The Unicorn's exsistence, 
was as rare as can be.
Strong as an Ox, 
he could never be captured.
By the grasp of the virgin, 
the horse could not flee.
The Virgin Mary herself, 
would not let the horse free..


Unicorn Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014.All Rights Reserved.

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Aphrodite


Gorgeous, eternally young
Alluring she emerges 
Rising from the foaming waves
In dazzling beauty.

The forged magical girdle
She wears ‘round her naked waist
Attracts with enticing charms
The power of love.

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Contest: Dodoitsu
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta


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A Presence in the Forest

Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.

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Mythical pest

My parents complain of a mythical pest,

Infesting our house since the 7th of July,

Devouring the snacks, desserts,

delicacies and everything hot, spicy or sweet,

Determined to find the beast,

Fattened with food meant for me.

with a magic wand and on a broom to hunt

set out may it be a lachupakabra or a lepricorn,

Scary or naughty and anything the creature might wield

ready with a device from my dad given to me with a grin

the device, the compass, the guide to the beast

was a mirror reflecting its scaled skin scarlet red

staring at me with cat like blue eye

fierce and mighty.

Not a pest but is a mythical beast

Omega and almighty! It was me

Perplexed, gave up the hunt.

now feasting on poisonously, maliciously, dangerously

in sugary syrup gulab jamuns soaking.

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On The Wind

 I recall the vile pun
 The woeful scream, the solemn bribe
 The nagging prayer, the foreign tongue
 The grave and liquid cry

 She gathered beasts, she beckoned blight
 A splendid bane between her stammers
 And in the panic, an endless night
 Enticing in its glamour

 She had a flair for cryptic verse
 The fabled hag's fatal charm
 For want of blessings she swore a curse
 A well-rehearsed spell of harm

 She took an oath, destroyed a star
 Unleashed a secret from below
 And in an instant from afar
 Brought forth a plague from long ago

 Written by © Raven Drake

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The Hollow

 I am the hope inside
 That feeds on tide and wind
 As ocean shores abide
 A storm's subsiding din 

 I am the joy that died
 Before the world took wing
 Where cold and dark things hide
 Beneath a cheerful grin

 I am the vacant eye
 The black and gaping stare 
 The vain and cunning lie
 That only truth can bear 

 Where raging hearts surrender
 I drop anchor there
 As dying embers stir
 And faith invokes despair

 Written by © Raven Drake

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Wind Rider

**From my collection of poems:  'Apollo's Diary' 


I wonder if she thinks of me,
   at night, alone.....
   in her melting-bed;
With moon full as her curiousity
   ....my breath, the wind in the late hour
   the stars I shall tease with,
   and phallic-lavender to ignite her bosom;
I am all things gentle, yet mighty,
   soft as her silk sheets.....
Dark and tall in her bedroom shadows,
   but candle-light makes me real
   with the night so young,
   if a king should come ----
   he will not do.....
She longs love, not adulterous power;
   I shall whisper upon a balmy breeze.....
(I wonder if she thinks of me)
    at night.....

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Dusk's beginning

The chiselled talons of soulless sane,

With crooked claw of judgement bane,

That in the glare of beaded tell,

Seizes the cries where innocents dwell.

Whose shadows are dust in plumage stained,

The ashes of merciless reign.

Where crowned in glory of thorned rose,

They’ll seat the throne of headless woes,

The guardians of the fallen ten,

The service of shadow less men.

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

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Daphne

Daphne

The master of the light scopes on the brae,
bequeathing her the dusk that sweeps the fields,
his manly thoroughness and thought's cache,
in front of her transmitting aura yields,
while dark befalls around her form and shields;
whatever poised the shades' outlines as real
became Nyx' pass, became the fog's slack seal.

Her thoughts metamorphose, so e'er unplanned
to skyward borders where the maiden's prayers
amid apocryphal of aisles expand,
and winding they disperse, dew forlorn heirs;
the flutter of the blackbird drives her tears 
and beatific perfect form that fades -
domain of conquered arbor woods and glades.

For Gaia's daughter begs to be transformed,
her perfect structure turns to laurel bole,
her splendid mane to foliage and adorned
the woods shall bear her innocence of soul; 
the Nymph persists upon her vestal role,
cantabile his harp and sunshine beams,
forever meet the spieling of her dreams.

© 02-01-2014, G. Venetopoulos
(Rhyme Royal)

Daphne was a Nymph of the streams, Apollo's beloved.
Please, read the "about the poem" details...
G.V.


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From 'Ancient Greece'

Love of truth
the very light of Greece
A peninsula thrust out
like a bony hand,
‘God-tormented Greece,’
Zeus exclaimed, 
“I shall give man ‘an evil,’ as the price of fire:
They will clasp destruction with laughter of desire.”

The Gods live on-even though obscure.
Fate rules them too, as Zeus learns
the heroes must die; and the greater
the heroism the earlier the death.

Greece being, itself so divided
between the rational and irrational,
between logic and instinct,
between the scientific and the magical,
between the state of self possession
and that of being possessed,
 and one can continue……
between symmetry and diversity,
between the recognition of limits
and the pursuit of the limitless,
between restraint and vaulting ambitions,
or hubris, Pythagoras in all his wisdom
could achieve no resolution or harmonia.

Of all these diverse elements, what was
greatest in him, and in Greece,
was the recognition of these conflicts
for what they were…….
that by grappling with them
a  better order in life might then arise.

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UFO's Believe It or Not

U nderstandably pleasing everyone is not possible. She wrings her hands
f or even under the best of circumstances, those who wish to take
o ffensive will, ranting and raving, howling at the moon, arse-kissing 
A ny plastic image stuck to a dash-board, paying the piper.
r eally, is it any wonder hellicopter head lights are taken for 
e rrant space ships, even Ezekiel saw a flying wheel
S uspended within a wheel, and we all know, the Bible is the word
o f God. Are you going to argue with that
R easoning? really? like well, just because Leary was on acid
e ven Hindi yogis saw levitating laghimas
a nyway, she says wringing her hands
l believe in them!