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Best Poems Written by Rose Raikos

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Theancientgreekwithin

I married marble, that ancient stone.
I married stories, of long ago.
I married the muses, and all of Troy,
Helen and that war.
The Odyssey and all Homer’s songs.
The Acropolis, and the Parthenon,
All these things,
And so much more,
Came with my wedding ring, I now wear.
Just a simple band of gold,
Brought with it,
An olive branch of old,
For my children to recognize,
As their ancient heritage, a culture of stone.
All I ask is for them to,
Feel the marble within their veins.
As they now go about their modern lives.
This I pray as I sit,
Meditating on my favored, Christian image,
The Blessed Kiss,
I believe that balance of spirit will come one day.

Inspired by my Greek married life, as Rose Raikos. New and different from my childhood of a daughter of Jack(R.I.P.1984) and Mary Bibby.

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Streetstalk

Brisbane Streets talk,
As I walk,
Whispering quietly,
Of all the change,
Over time.
In the blink of our eyes,
In cosmic reality.
I know not why?
We humans have occupied,
This beautiful Jewel.
We have pushed 
Ourselves
Into a world,
Of white man’s own making.
One that is made of bitumen, tar and cement.
Of concrete and steel.
And traffic noise.
Of pollution and climate change.
For what?
And why?
How did it all come to this?
All these plastic dreams,
As we all dance to the beat
Of the almighty dollar, and greed.

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Hunterandgatherlament

The Hunter and Gatherers Lament.

Gone is our childhood
Our hunting and gathering,
Existence.
Gone forever lost to history.
Our innocence
Where black- boy plant is our spear.
The gift to the hunter.
The grasses a gift to the gatherer to weave.
Gone is our childhood,
Of total acceptance,
Of mother protector
Of all her children. 
Gone into our dreams
Soaked in illness and alcohol.
Gone forever to the dusty plains
Of change and white man’s claims,
 To progress,
And dreams of the mighty dollar and greed.
Yes, gone my friend but not forgotten.
Never ever well we allow,
 It to be truly lost.
For the streets whisper
For those to hear
For those who wish to really understand.
For those with real ears still,
Those who can still indeed dream,
The mother’s gifts. 
Those who still can travel,
In their dance and their sleep.
Those who don’t need,
White man’s ways to know
Who they really are?
Help the young ones
Know who they really are.
Give the bottle away,
The glue and petrol all
Will destroy,
Who you really are?
Remember the true beat
Of the clap sticks, 
And the rhythms 
Of your family dance.
Honor your elders
The aunties of the grey-headed ones.
Wise old man your grandfather
Who can tell,
of bygone times,
the truth of it all?
And who you really are?
And dance the dance,
Of your family signature beat,
Your special gift to the mother.

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Selfhasfaithinthisbravenewworld

Self-Faith in this Brave New World.

All I know is how I breathe…. And while I breathe I am alive….
All I have learnt, all I have loved, all my work, all my prayers and dreams
Will all amount to nothing…..? Unless, I have a belief in more than this.

But that hope can’t be blind, handed to me as a spoon of food,
To be accepted by a child from the mother.
Because I am, a free thinking living soul,
Who can’t be told by anyone else what is true.

For I search for truth in everything, I touch, see, smell and feel.
I question, with science, as my guide, the machine to divine,
What is real… and there in that search, what have I found?

I have found, cruelty, blindness of ignorance,
Greed, power games and all the vices of human fragility,
As stumbling blocks stopping me, to find that hint of truth.

Proving, beyond all doubt that a God of everything exists,
A Spirit to hold and guide my path in life, but not as a crutch
to blame for the fault I see in our fragility of our sick society.

Now I look within into the fabric of the golden mean, that
Natural, mathematical, rule that designs our world.
Because I have searched for this, turned every stone, 
I have looked long at the trees and the way their branches grow.
I have looked long into shells on the shores,
And there I found the pattern in which we all belong.
The printed parent order of things, 
And there my God existed for a while.

But this isn't the all- powerful of generations past
No, it is a fundamental mathematical principle, as
A thumb-print of natural laws governing all living things, here on this world
Gentle and undemanding……. just there as I am……….and as I breathe.

Inspired by life's search for meaning. Why are we here?

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Blessedisthemorningbeforeithasbegun

Blessed is the morning before it has begun.
Just as me, just as you.
Night is the mother giving birth to the sun.
just as me, just as you.
Slowly comes that brand new babe, as our world turns.
Just as me, just as you.
Light splits across the low sky, making raw umber hues.
Just as me, just as you.
We are just shadows in this baby light.
Just as me, just as you.
Giving all the new day a shared delight.
Just as me, just as you.
The answer to this simple rule is heard in the trees
Just as me just like you.
With the birds singing in another day, so it seems.
Unlike me, what about you?

I am not too sure what this form is and ask all here to help me figure it out. The repeated line,  also maybe better as the title, again not to sure? Would love to here your thoughts on this, thanks. Also I see this as a simple children's poem, in the same understanding as William Blake. Also does this site allow for stanza breaks? It seems limited in how you can format your poems here?  Rose of Words

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Moneymakestheworldgoround

Money the might of the dollar has hold of our world.
It squeezes out the physical pull of our sun.
It interferes with the moon shine and the tides.
It takes away the gifts of nature, trees and oxygen. 
It stripes the mighty forests and turns them into grasslands
just to feed the cows. 

Cows that human beings eat or throw out. 
It stripes clean oceans of fish, half all caught is thrown out.
The land is mined of all nutrients, minerals for us to make things we do not need and throw out to upgrade to the newest iPhone or electronic gadget.
All toys that have no meaning all money making stupidity.
It pollutes and poisons rivers, seas and oceans.

It makes me cry... as greed is the main cause of so many problems.
Greed, stupidity, selfishness and pure blindness of blinked human beings. 
Those who have no time to look at the moon, nor see true sunlight
filtered down through trees of mighty forests that make our oxygen for life.

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From Fiction To Fact a Twisted Fairy Tale

From Fiction to Fact ( A Twisted Fairy Tale) 

Fairy tales of giants and trolls.
Goblins in the holes 
Elves living in golden glades 
High in the trees singing musical retrieves 

Dragons flying with human magicians 
Witches both good and evil to tantalize our imaginations,
Mermaids in  watery kingdoms under the seas. 
And don’t forget the greatest of all 
Hobbits and their holes.

But which tale suits us best 
In this world of the covid test?  
Is it the tale of Pipe-Piper? 
And the rat plague, how he magically 
Played a tune to lead those rats away?

And wasn’t it something about the children all 
Were placed in quarantine in the magical hills 
A children’s paradise  of fairy folk to save them 
Or so it may seem away from all ill?  

The parents cried and blamed him the Piper 
For taking away the children as if he was 
An evil leach with only tales of some madness 
That they could only believe nor have any forgiveness

Until the threat of illness was no longer  
Our hero Piper lead all the children home 
And families where once again reunited all the fonder. 
I must admit this tale really does fit our own world
And into our lives right now as we all strive towards 
The goal of the greater good to beat this viral corona 
With lock-downs and vaccines and of course quarantine  

Of clarity ,  this tale of the Piper who in my own mind 
Is the hero who saved the children from the plague.
And just maybe if you have a young one in the family 
Just maybe telling this tale to help them see reality.

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Motherofwestenman

In the beginning,

as all have been told

I did give birth to this universe. 

Oh what joy was born from that cosmic boom.

Within those every first moments 

of my excited existence,

I developed a field of dark gravity.


So I happily pulled together

other matter, twisted and formed

my children to be, my children to be.


Everything they say was because of me.

If I hadn't done those very things

there wouldn't have been life on Earth.


Not anywhere or anything

So Am I your mother then?

For I gave birth to thee.

So happily, so successfully.


I followed all the rules,

no chaos theory, could produce thee.

No random acts, your intelligence

just can't understand as yet.
Your vision is only in 3D
so just accept, just accept.

but one day soon my full creation 
will be understood by thee,
when your mind and eye can see
Me, your comic mother holding thee.

Lovingly I still sing with joy,

come listen sometime 

to what I have to say.


For really you only have just began,

to understand your mother's tongue.


Without gravity without gravity,

my children you will never be,

without that mothers holding force,

you would be just nothing, of course.