Aegean Poems - Poems about Aegean

The sea never dulls me; it lulls, calms and relaxes me. It sends me into a trance, like when I dance, in a state of peace. In stillness, I feel free, serene, glee; yet, aware of things I hear and see. The Aegean Sea cruise in Turkey rendered spectacular views, while we were amused and bemused by our guide...

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the sun going down over the aegean sea ~ golden reflection Written 23rd of September 2020....

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Our very own Demetrios Trifiatis along with hulya n. yilmaz have coauthored an exceptional book, An Aegean Breeze Of Peace. It is available through Amazon. It is a book about Peace between Greece and Turkey. Filled with Poetry from Demetrios and hulya. I recommend this book to all soupers. Also two other books from Demetrios LESSONS LIFE TAUGHT ME and...

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^ Moonlight and Plankton in the Aegean Near a beach in Amorgos Kycladic moonlight lilting off Aegean waters illuminate the breasts of two young girls and Plankton playing off back-lit silhouettes... Our ketch undulates according to The laws of Poseidon While youthful want-to-be mermaids Frolic and scatter bio-luminescent diamonds with every move. Pause to breathe in the salt air of night preparing for tomorrow when We trek to Hozoviotissa...

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Musee See where it burns in Titian's brush subsides along the cool Aegean stone, or twists in the fist-faces of Rome, our only mystery--flesh. There, uncertainty ends, or does it merely pause? The surgeon's knife reveals a shadow no surface contains, our laws are not what we do or vow. Yet surface is all, and scars-- the scuttled pains that heal. Observe how memory collects in...

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“aegean night” i look upon the same stars as achilles the glory is in the doom of all the favors granted by graces of a rising moon, here in the halls of tranquility to there on the warring field honor does not bend to glory nor fate to ever yield, to walk among...

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The Aegean of Albion ends its longest day. Islands of hot yellow sands, bright foliage and mountains light grey, all cosetted by the blue sea floating by me above as I swallow the the white wine in tired alacrity at the end of long day of making love, watching the **** of sailing yatchs going...

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