I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
Asclepius, in days when we are young,
The Music of the Spheres we first hear sung!
Through straining then, to listen and to learn,
What revelries of truth one may discern!
But we are not conceived as angels are:
A thousand mindless cares our minds must mar,
Whose troubled tides, through time, turn tyrannous tsar.
‘Tis ever and of needs a sorrowful grace,
To see a distant beauty, but in trace,
And know it is no work of mortal race.
Asclepius, one cannot build from sand,
Such light and shifting grains as mortals be.
The wind and tide shall warp what e’er is planned,
Foundations fade before the pounding sea.
And yet, when grains of sand flow through my hand,
I smile at warmth and richness I know not.
Through falling columns have the sea I scanned,
As through a fog, and this the vision brought.
Once, weary, weary, weary on the sea,
One weary, wandering sailor, long away.
‘Tis torpor, tempest, tedium, weary he,
When wind-whipped waves whisk words on salty spray.
“Rain-hardened sailor, welcome now,
The ocean storms here mend their ways.
No lonesome mists embrace the prow,
Here glegful otters tend their bays.
This oaken isle, this Avalon,
O’er the futile, beating sea;
This dream-cast realm, this jewel at dawn,
Where thought is regal, talent free.
And here beyond the reach of might,
Where ancient tribal flaws decay,
With cobbled streets and spires alight,
New thought, new form, new love, hold sway.”
When whence these words surveyed had he,
Before his eyes a visage be.
‘Twas older than eternity,
That face that sank beneath the sea.
Lampyris Noctiluca
might the night deceive us
that we lack aeronautical knowledge
yet common sense askes
either friend or foe
might I have the certainty
of knowing
does one create an ambient or atmosphere
effect to showcase
ones ability
or warn of one's
readiness
or lack of readiness
the sun neither surveys
or does the moon collect data
"droni misterios del cavaliere"
"Vai-al drone Anatra"
"Curiouser and curiouser!", Alice proclaimed
" eye two, am adore "
Seven ol' kin
on the strong arms
of Seven strong more
Mercurius wings by to sing
" ... Welcome to the game, Ein ..."
Albert said to tangle
so direct in his angle
pressure from the Sun
became my angel
so diamonds
in the dust
became a trust
I reflected...
Homer said two hymns
and so within 33
I selected
two pair
Athena said to Hera
"... the heart of a Lion is there..."
Asclepius ...
when the Moon is high
bring the twins to align the sky
... so eleven walked in
The cure is a miracle
an oracle
as a mirror,
four the mind...
" ... I am and we are Kind;..."
An Astronut, perhaps, but
a funny one too ;)
I know not when we shall shake hands again
Or hold in warm embrace for the sheer joy
Of each sunrise and moonlight
For the plague and news of frightful deaths
In faraway lands
Have erected monuments of fear in our hearts
This scourge knows not the old or one with gold
It has made unsure the prophesies of seers
Who did not foretell its emergence from the East
Though bearers of the Rod of Asclepius have
Responded with their art
Each day is made uncertain
With sirens announcing the next patient for isolation
And the morticians awaiting the next carcass
Of the mighty and the lowly levelled by the plague
The king’s men and town criers have told of
The enormous chains at city gates
They have forbidden us to act as free men
But a woeful lot propelled by raw ignorance
Have defied the king’s edict and
Like stray goats tempting a rustler
They dare the plague to come nigh
Our store houses have grown lean
And Like a century ago
None from this can flee except
God shows mercy
Hippocrates' sons
glorified Asclepius
humanity bows !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2020
*Asclepius god of medicine in ancient Greek religion
and mythology.
**Hippocrates 460-375 B.C. ancient Greek physician,
father of medicine, credited with the Hippocratic oath!
And so it begins on a day in spring
On a plant bearing a Greek* god's name
It's as fit for a god as it is a king
And the spring breezes caress it just the same
In a few days the plant will know
If a king will ascend to the throne
And bows its leaves in sunshine's glow
As the royal presence becomes known
Then Zeus roars and it begins to rain
As a thunder storm passes through
Lustrous sun shows his face again
It won't be long till the king's debut
From a silken thread wrapped in disguise
A regal beauty emerges, a jewel in the sun
When its wings dry then it will rise
And do an aerial dance for fun
Crowned by the gods in wings colored bright
The Monarch takes its majestic flight
~ ~
2-11-19
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*Milkweed is the common name for a group of plants
that belong to the Asclepias genus. This genus of plants
is named after Asclepius, the god of medicine and
healing in ancient Greek mythology.
The hemlock grove keeps haunting
trembles dare fade away
"Crito, we owe a cock to Asclepius.
Please, don't forget to pay the debt"
Those thou teach have greater reach
to poison of the day
these needles vein in vain
diepan, water fogs__
no holding off the pain
no holding out the pain
Oh Asclepius You have honored me by imparting your art. Through space and time I have come to see the lowness of man and also their majesty
Not just to hear but to listen is quickly losing its spark for each patient I see through beurecatic regulation is now merely a chart. Click all the boxes so the government implies doing all this will save your life.
Now I am stripped of all cognition for if I suggest what is not in the box I am guilty of deviation.
I miss the days were the patient could converse and tell me what is happening without some pre printed verse.
The doctor is in but you may not see him. There are PAs , NPs and scribes that wedge in between him.
Like some Kafka novel you meander through hoping that someone can help you .
Finally your time is up. The doctor you hoped to see never showed up. A prescription awaits you at the check out station. You made it, the waiting room breaks out with a standing ovation. You proudly hold you prescription up high. Thank you all and good bye .
Asclepius is staring at the beam of a balance,
heart on pan and gold bars opposite
the heart is pastel gray the gold is glittering
the heart not beating the gold glaring blinding the eyes
he ponders which one to keep in order to satisfy his desire
as well as to honor the Olympians: just keep the heart to satiate
Hades by adding one more straying soul to populate the netherworld
and Hera to bring one new life to make the earth younger and more vigorous
but, since he is a medicine god who’s priority is to lessen pain,
comfort grieving hearts and cures diseases, he decides to repair
the heart, his delicate handiwork and magic-touch resuscitate
the heart and make it beat again. Each time the heart beats,
it gets heavier and thereby the beam tilts to side, the gold bars slide
to the heavier side and fall from the pan.
In a moment of bewilderment, Asclepius grabs the gold bars dropping
the resuscitated heart that is, now, beating and pumping air, and in that moment, Alas! a bolt out of the blue struck him and the gold bars in his hand turn to dust.
Come, oh Love!
You, salutary medicine of the soul,
Come!
Let your presence in Man’s heart, panacea*
For
Humanity’s ills to become!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 MARCH 2014
*Panacea:
Daughter of Asclepius- God of healing and medicine- and sister of Health,
supposed to heal all ills or diseases!
Asclepius
Greek god
one of medicine
cure this aching
heart
With the medicine
of love
Athena goddess
of Greece
I call upon you
to ease the pain
Within heartbreak
like your
sacrifical lamb
I lay upon
your altar
take me to
the goddess
of love
The cure
only remedy
through the sands
of time
I call
your name
Pausing
to say
I love you
the cure
to my heart
~ ~ ~
Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered,
but remembered 'siempre' and
a day beyond that, because
hardwired to give it, both body
and soul, should anyone ASK,
she was playing a role. She
gives amnesty now, knowing
needs were at odds in petitioning
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal.
I am more beautiful than the best English rose
I am educated to a standard you cannot suppose
The riches I hold beyond your wildest dreams
Victoria and David’s envy is bursting through their seams
My intellect high,My nose up there too
Looking on down from this great height, down on all of you
The Greek God of medicine - Asclepius
Would ask his mates "will she come to teach us?"
Newton with his new found laws on motion
After talking to me he would accept a demotion.
Galileo, attributed to discovering the four largest satellites
After talking to me he would not shine so bright
My head is so big with all I the knowledge I possess
My talents are beyond belief
The only trouble is I can’t get through the door
My head is stuck there and it’s giving me grief.
This is an entry for Susan Burch's contest: Ridiculous Self exaggeration, but I fear it has too many lines. The trouble is I cannot take any away because this is me....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay have relented and edited it to the rquired amount x
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