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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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The Trinket Star Of Faraway Creek


Behind the angel’s cove a trinket star of value twinkles soft and bright 
It keeps the angel’s pathway lit, and roams from here to edge of night 
There is no mention of her role, but still she glows, on treasured trove
Resplendent rubies, lustered diamonds, green agates on stardust rove

Beneath the sweet celestial dome the people sleep in slumbered keep 
The tadpoles dilly dally by the lake, and lilies float by shadows deep
They wander what on earth could be, so incandescent brilliant bright 
On wayward wing a butterfly strings, from tree to tree, eclectic sight

It’s faraway through spaces sill, that stark reality effaces like a dream 
Through back end roads, where river rocks lie still by rushing stream  
A quiet bull frog pipes a note and wishes two, by trinket star of beaut 
While lady lock goes miming down the forest glen, silent as a newt 

The baby doe takes leaps of faith on scrawny legs towards the clear 
The owl hoots the night and hides behind an oak alert & with no fear 
While a caterpillar soaked in rich chenille turns to golden marmalade 
The angels gather round the creek, to frolic, dance, and play Charade.

Written by: Mystic Rose 
January 19, 2014
Contest : In the faraway, for Giorgio xxx

I Chose The Motif: Spiritual 





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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: Night Owl
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler



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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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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!

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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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Phoenix rising

Phoenix Rising.

She's a golden bird with wings afire, like an eagle she appears
Her age be often very great some say one hundred years.
At death she builds her funeral pyre and puts herself to flame
But she will rise above the fire and she will live again.

This mighty bird rules Scorpio, a deep and mystic sign
Which births those brooding types of folk with questions on their mind.
Who's lives be ruled by transformation, who must rise above the fire
Yes Scorpios be here on earth to rise above desire.

It starts off with the Scorpion, boy she knows how to sting
She hides herself in icy water, to desires she will cling.
And she must grow into an eagle and fly high in the sky
She must peel away the onion layers and learn before she dies.

And then her golden feathers, come ablaze with orange fire
And the Phoenix bird she will rise up above those bold desires.
The fiery eagle will build her pyre and put herself to flames
This be the song of transformation, when life's no more the same.

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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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