aphrodite songs
nesting in our feathered grass
feeding young in eaves
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It vexes me
I toss and turn
I cannot find the words to describe the beauty in sight
For I am a humble man of ink
New words have to be created to describe the fraction of the beauty that you are
But alas I do not hold such power
For I would have created a whole library
Just to describe your beauty, my love
Forgive me my love
For I cannot describe your beauty to the unfortunate who didn't see you
Else the Emperors would have cried and gave you their empires
Just for you to be at their funeral pyres
Some say Aphrodite cried the day the Titan made you
It broke her, it made her irate
She punished the Titan severe
But the Titan was rhapsodic for he knew he bested her
And so you came into this world
Amongst the quarrel of the Gods
Like a ray of light
In my empty life
Pygmalion, with your chisel and your mind,
Did fashion beauty past the mortal lot;
That Aphrodite then with life did bind,
And this Galatea, who your heart had sought.
Then bask a moment in that glorious morn,
When wonders new awake unto the world;
But what the age that with her life was born,
And what beyond that dawn shall be unfurled?
For soon enough, the chisel comes for you,
And all that was has but a certain date;
And all that will be, shinier and new;
Is obsolescence destiny, or fate?
In time, Galateas galaxies shall own,
And all we are, shall scarcely well be known.
An angelic beauty sashaying down the street
The falling showers make the street glassy
Her gorgeous attire swaying like whitecaps
Elevating the elegance in her modelling walk
The vault is empty except the golden moon
She has plucked the yellowish space blooms
And holds the cherished close to her heart
“He isn’t my charmed soul mate,”
Saying to herself and moving forward
As if two moons drifting diametrically opposed
y life was always so normal
A path predetermined by breeding
All it took was meeting you
Then my path began slowly fading
Twisting and turning right before me
So many pathways all around
Leading to places I never expected
The strange thing was that you were not with me
You had disappeared into the maze
Leaving not a single trace to follow
Still, somehow I knew the way
I knew where true love was hiding
The path I was supposed to follow faded away
And my life was made better the day I met you
So, I searched and searched for a long time
When I finally found you, you appeared as Aphrodite
The perfect woman
And the only woman I wanted to spend my life with
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LRET
in her aging mind
she will remain as nubile
as her lovers are
All is fair in love and war,
For love and war are lovers.
War and Love, those deities so fair,
Aphrodite and Ares belong to one another.
All is fair in love and war,
For every soldier holds someone
Closer than anyone ever before,
and every lover has to fight
for the person they feel is right.
All is fair in love and war,
For love is a battle in itself.
You fight to be enough,
and your lover does the same.
All is fair in love and war,
For without one or the other,
A soul is poor.
Born of Aphrodite,
in every life graceful.
Born of Aphrodite,
in every life loving.
Bound to children of war,
Sons and Daughters of Ares.
In every life devoted,
To loving and nurturing
In every life hers,
Those children of love.
Born of the love,
the faith,
and the long days of waiting
for the one they knew would come.
Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller—
copes with the captivity of being bodiless hands. Twilight
comes to chance escape—open palms toward birthright.
Coves burst into flame; a hungry fire wants holier water.
Coven circles, recovers the skinless limbs of their daughter.
Woven like song, sirens' balm to restore coats of missing arms,
women are spells read correctly, using words as our alarms,
woken to language, resurrecting ancient pairs of sacred charms.
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
Regaining communication is just a temporary fix
I’ve said everything I need to say yet I want to tell you more
Maybe we aren’t on the same pathway in Aphrodite’s mind
Maybe you were someone I was merely meant to find
Do my words not close the gap between us as I wish they would?
Your words are like the antidote to saudade, I wish you’d tell me how it’s made
I wish I no longer wanted you, I’d never tell you that but I would be better off that way
Why regain contact to ease the removal of the band-aid when I could avoid the pain altogether?
When you think of it like that, the answer is obvious? never.
In the depths of agony, our bond was forged, as you plunged the blade, a union, a chord.
Yet in your withdrawal, the torment grew,
Love spills forth, a crimson hue.
Embrace this shard, within your grasp,
Let my essence shield, an enduring clasp.
For in this agony, a truth is found,
Love and pain, forever bound.
Wrought by the hands of Aphrodite this tale begun.
With sunset glaze and infinite rythem.
Had Apollo composed this melody?
For this has been my only remedy.
This longing can't be quenched now,
Not until I've found love.
So I wait here under this tree,
Waiting for someone to set my heart free.
Days and months and years have passed by,
All that's left is a desolate cry.
For this tale is at the hands of The Fates,
And they weave nothing but rebates.
MY APHRODITE
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE FLOWERS TO ADORN YOU
YET YOU CAPTIVATE ME ,
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE INCENSE TO PRESENT YOU
YET YOU SCENT IN ME,
THOUGH I AM A BLASPHEMOUS TO WORSHIP YOU
YET YOU MAKE ME PRIEST ,
YOU ARE MY APHRODITE ,
YOU ARE MY SHORE
I SURRENDER TO YOU ,
I AM TOTALLY YOURS
Fancies be, beauty is real
Its seductive power to feel
And unfading hearts of glee
Protrude amazing love to see.
Your comeliness happy life speaks
And in darkness sparks light.
Song sung in the heavens
In which other angels delight.
Your beauty other sights controls
The goddess of all beauties.
Your frame fluid baths the earth
Your eyes serve like Venus' stars
Your smooth hair's golden template
Your undiluted form of colour
Sweet fragrance, your striking odour:
All's wonderful form of Aphrodite.
The enchantment of your countenance
Deceives not in every case
Lo, you are an angel!
But earth's
Unmatched with any angel unknown
Hence, the angel I know is more beautiful
Than the angel I know not.
Stunned by her beauty, our tongues would not work
We could not stop staring, she was a flaming goddess
A princess, a queen, the quintessential woman
We admired her from afar, afraid to get closer.
Her beauty might dazzle our eyes out.
Who is she? I asked, when I regained my speech.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty and passion.
Validation that I was not overreacting.
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