Best Pindar Poems
Dreaming of Elysian Fields
Those dreams of Elysian Fields I so miss
gentle days by the Okeanos flow
Soothing nights with you in such bliss
our souls flying with hearts in tow
Long days spent on the Fortunate Isle
walking the shady parks of Pindar fame
You dancing, dressed in golden style
loving echoes of you calling out my name
Cronus dare not take your sweet hand
for fear of my defending assault
We sing and dance with angelic band
in pleasure our true love has bought
Elysian angels dancing at your feet
the chorus of admirers a great throng
All is perfect, our lives a treat
joyous eternally in our own love song
By the Gods, your beauty breaks ground
your eyes, pools of pure liquid blue
My treasure, your pure heart I found
My blessing, a joyous living with you.
Robert J. Lindley, 02-25-2015
Noted- Edited tonight- 09-25-2015 and concluding stanza added.
Ginsberg Writes the F- WORD
FALLEN GINSBERG COINS “” INTO POETRY,
Our college creative-writing professor
Announced in 1972, to our class of hippie poets,
Like me, who didn’t quite see
The big deal, because we were establishing
That outrage into every sentence of all
Conversations spoken across the world;
That (I hadn’t even known) it was banned from
Our house, until one night in high school
When father shouted it and mother screamed
Upon hearing that word of emphasis, which had so
Become a habit in anger, chosen for impact. A word
Endorsed by “The Generation of Love.” No kidding?
Am I saying it hadn’t been used in poetry before? Not even by Dante, at the gates of hell
Facing Cerberus in torrents of rain?
Or, could the eloquent Pindar have written:
“The fierce and biting tooth of slanderous
Words from old have I seen.
Sharp- tongued Archilochus in
want plus struggling,
Grown ing fat on the harsh words of hate...”
Surely, an accentuating adjective that
He might have used...Cannot the passion
Of the lyric expand vocabulary
In usage to top bored, habitual speech?
Critics were thrilled by the controversy of Ginsberg,
As it gave poetry a pass into the topical.
But we young poets were seated in delay, left
Wondering again and again not about words,
But about the values and missions
Of just what was going to be coming within
The realm of a new world
That seemed was at our feet.
...Though now we ask, Oh, ! What happened?
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(C) Sally Young Eslinger 9/15/20
A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of Autumn and frost; a lovely lyric that rowed
Many poets to the highest pinnacle mode –
Inspired me too, try my skills at a crossroad.
Poets write on ephemeral with you, O Anode!
They describe love, beauty, or music, borrowed
From Pindar or 1st century poet Horace lode.
But chose I You, Dear, stunning, serene, grim Ode.
Inspired so much that feelings and views outflowed
From my pen and compelled to pen down the load
On the paper; ideas from Wordsworth I borrowed.
A strict line or stanza is not required in ode
So free, so unrestricted, so honest to explode
Your emotions; anyone can try his carload
To stride his feelings to carve elation sowed
In heart to pen down his emotions bestowed.
Types are the Pindaric ode, the Horatian ode,
and the Irregular ode; third being most popular load.
I follow Monorhyme, and wrote an ode on an ode
To commemorate importance. Nor ignore nor strode,
Used my flair, elegance and ideas winnowed
With imagination; no notion borrowed.
The tone is serious, genuine, and reflective strode
Celebrate major events and moments load
Aeolic ode written with a calm, tranquil mode
And contemplative tone so that pacify abode
By William Wordsworth or John Keats showed
Expecting to see more elegant and serene ode.
''Become who you are;the future belongs to the noble of heart'' -Pindar
She strides with courage in a world of thieves,
a sentinel of truth,a sword against rot
Her eyes pierce the murk of corruption,
her voice shatters the silence of the spineless
But the night is cruel.
Six bullets bite her blood on the pavement,
her life stolen while innocents sleep,
her daughter's laughter fading behind locked doors.
The state turns its back,
its paper turns shield worthless against the gun
the killers roam free,
while kingpins cackle from towers of impunity.
Courts,cops,politicians-
all hands tied,or worse,greasing the path of evil.
We cry,we roar,we rage in whispered storms.
The streets echo her absence
Yet her courage lingers,
a torch blazing in the darkness.
Babita's name rises,
a hymn against fear,a banner against cowardice.
Her truth cannot be buried,
her legacy cannot be stolen,
In the shadow of assassins,
amidst the syndicate's tyranny,
her light endures,relentless,radiant.
We bear witness.
We lift our voices.
we demand justice,
we demand honor
We demand that the noble heart of the future be remembers
and answers-not with vengeance,but with
the unyielding fire of truth