Best Athenaeum Poems

She walked into my universe
silently as her lovely smile.
Rarely such beauty is preserved
Bar, perhaps, a Grecian profile:
some alabaster sculptured head
Cold, soulless in a museum
Of a venerable Greek, long dead;
Or maybe an athenaeum
Where I have found her while reading
Looking down at me in the silence
from a...

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From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view would dominate,
Where Pilgrims came to pray and sing
To venerate their martyred king. 

Within...

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Karl Marx house in Trier.

Know you where it is,
Abode of wisdom today we live,
Renown for industrial change?
Labour unite...still remember the say?

Man! It is a place to be,
Athenaeum of global change,
Rare to find in somewhere else,
X-rays of  wars on man and growth.

Herein philosophy lived,
On the...

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He left portraits of six presidents
And of several of their wives.
His brush lent depth and reality
To these ever famous lives.

His works grace great museums
And hang on mansion walls.
They're seen in the White House and Capitol
And in state governmental halls.

His most famous painting is unfinished,
You'll find...

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He made metalanguage of his own metalanguage and therefore had long since distanced himself from us, behold, he lived in the limbo of a virtual athenaeum and there sprinkled with letters and meanings the dough of bread-word that he consumed in the semantic fever of...

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My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time
as through the streets of Salem I walked.
The hour was early and the city still asleep
with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill,
the sky slowly turning from night into dawn,
my mind still in twilight as my...

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Immortality looking invincible, 
Athena's arpon arsing shadows, 

Amazonite unfading Athenaeum species, 
A lasting blade for an immortal legacies, 

Fallacies befall the inconsistencies,
Fragrances crash the inconveniences... 

Extinction of lives is overturned by heavenly bliss,
Angels are guardian spirits, 

Humanity is saved,
Hell is dead....

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Spring, the mischievous libertine,
Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities,
Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts,
A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers with emotion.
With the gesture of a diva, she shatters windows of routine,
Performing a flamboyant escape from the "Notre-Dame de...

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