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Victor Chavez Poem
Hera precious, gorgeous queen of splendor,
of mighty Ares,and Enyo,the mother,
to thee I write my gratitude and thanks
for all thy blessings showered upon my head.
Thine is the pomegranate and the diadem,
with which you rule all worlds and human lands,
with magnanimous mercy and charity.
of rainbow colors dressed divine thou art,
the sunny smiling matron of the arts,
Thou,queen, who favorest the pure of heart.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2013
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oh anime surely you do brighten up my life
With your gorgeous colors rarely of depressing hues.
Many turn to you as a refuge from their problems and painful memories
and you do give them comfort in an imaginary world.
Easier it is to imagine a perfect life than to create one in reality.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2012
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Oh love, why is it by your touch our soul's happiness withers away?
Why do you corrupt our innocent hearts with your love?
Our innocence is lost, our carefree days are over.
You enslave us with chimerical hopes
and make us suffer the loneliness of reality.
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The Gods in the skies of the stars do
dwell and live.
They see our sad tears and
heartbreaks sown on cliffs.
Who truly does know their severe
regiment
Which makes this small race into
true supermen?
Hardships are blessings that excel
mankind.
Forged were not swords without the
forges' fire.
No boat was built without mighty
trees cut down.
No child was born without labour to
new life.
Won were not wars without our
soldiers shot down.
Why curse the Gods for their
greatest endowment
To mankind , his godhood through
the gates of hell?
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Flying airships battling in the open sky,
the sailors trying to save their own lives,
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
unto the human psyche.
The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
contains many micro planetary islands that glide
in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life.
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.
Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.
Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.
From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.
Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.
Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.
And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.
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you may not believe me nor in my faith,
But I'll be there always till ends our fate
Together by stars predestined and God.
May my all I hope you accept though odd.
With my heart and soul I love you ,my dear ,
Whose affection I'll whisper in your ear.
Your silence frightens me. I wish you saw
With what fondness I do hold you in awe .
With my heart and soul I love you, my dear.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2014
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My memories of you remain
Lodged in my heart within my veins.
How I wish you again I could see
Tell also how I've missed our glee.
Was ay afraid to tell my thoughts
Which once long ago you've had sought.
I must confess me you've had changed
A lifelong change with endless range.
I must confess still hold you dear
In my heart through many a year.
My memories of you remain
In my heart still within my veins.
I hope to speak with you again
And this heartfelt message to send
To you with my sincerity
To show you my heart's clarity.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2016
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Have a heart and heartless be not.
life is fleeting forlorn in hopes unfulfilled.
Seek truly caring kith and kin,
who love you still though flawed.
Loneliness by lasting love annihilated.
Passing passion ends in pain delayed,
though sought for sudden pleasures
and immediate delights.
Who cares for kin unknown and far removed?
The poor despised despite possessing huge hearts.
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Solitude does seek some solace
Free from faithless fealty faces
who fear fidelity and sooth.
The fiends of night despise mice
Who have big hearts in their bosom
Which dead would rather devour,
For live flesh disgusts these heartless
crows
Who will never become your doves.
Death's wailing worms who
decompose
All but those who bleed
blood and hearts,
For the jackals shall see them killed,
An off'ring to secret shadows.
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Bite the bullet brave voyagers of war's wailing screams and cries
which terrify not few fighters that tremble not at new nightmares dreamt in somber tents.
The circus invokes its skull clients to its danse macabre.
Behold the skull's countenance contemplating thy face,
seeking to crown thee some forlorn day.
I will dance upon the fields of thy grave,
I will smile at your progeny,and take to wife thine daughter;
And together we shall partake in life's debauchery.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2014
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