Best Ceres Poems
Wodon gave them song and verse
Promethius gave them fire
Dionysius gave them wine and games
Orpheus played the lyre
Atlas held the world aloft
Fenrir consumed it whole
Ceres gave them seeds and crops
Ran the waves that roll
Pandoras box kept evil locked
Rati set love free
Boreas brought the winters frost
Eostre, springs fertility
But for my name they are nothing,
Upon these you may not call,
For I am christ the jealous god,
And I destroyed them all
So do not sing mousai's songs
Rebrand all festivities
For each of you are heathen
And theres is only me
Scott (loki) MacDonald 2017
The world’s astronomers after a tumultuous debate
have decided to reduce the number of planets to eight.
Little Pluto out in the reaches of the solar system
has been the subject of controversy and criticism.
This body orbiting out in the deep solar space void
is now classified by earth’s sky watchers as a planetoid.
Since the solar system was discovered by Copernicus,
it’s the second time something has lost planetary status.
The object named Ceres was considered as planetary,
but was lessened to an asteroid in the last century.
Some astronomers suspected another planet did dwell.
The search for “Planet X” was begun by Percival Lowell.
The orbits of Uranus and Neptune showed perturbations
by some outer unknown body pulling with gravitations.
For many years, the world’s big telescopes were aimed at the skies.
It was a long and frustrating search causing some tired eyes.
Many astronomers hoped to find this mystery body.
Clyde Tombaugh finally discovered it in 1930.
Pluto has a very large body called Charon for a moon.
A highly eccentric orbit brings it closer than Neptune.
It’s far away where our sun is shining with just a faint glow.
These are a few of the facts astronomers would get to know.
Pluto’s considered one of many things called a “Plutrino”.
It’s the largest of bodies orbiting in the “Kuiper Belt”
Reduction from planetary status is what they all felt.
Devizes, Wiltshire; New Year's Eve
The cyclist sees, in the edge of her eye
Fireworks flash in the distant beyond
Ghostly swans on the dark of the pond
The old lights of Christmas go glittering by
The cyclist sees, in the edge of her eye
Houses shimmer with sparkling rain
Curtains drawn on sorrow and pain
The old lights of Christmas go glittering by
The cyclist sees, in the edge of her eye
Stars wheel over the Market Place
The shift of a shadow on Ceres’ face
The old lights of Christmas go glittering by
© Gail Foster 31st December 2016
Sweet rain is hammering the dry ground
Dirt turning to muddy foundations
Leaves nodding their heads to the sound
Gaia smiling upon her creations
The earth with green is gowned
Eudora now pouring her libations
To Ceres, with grain is crowned
Patron, we give our adoration
The fruits of your harvest abound
The wind is whistling through the dead flower
For now all the insects have gone to sleep
Apples on the ground are becoming sour
Jumping in soggy leaves that are chin deep
Ceres just begins her months long sorrow
Her tears bring the seasons first icy rain
Eyes light up a snow day on the morrow
The floor is littered with Thomas the Train
I try to fool myself the shore so close
I can already smell the salty brine
When apple cinnamon reaches my nose
Shattering my dream calling me to dine
I bravely stare down winter's icy chill
That is as I look out the window sill
10/21/2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
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In Devizes, during Carnival, we have a Confetti Battle...
We dance in town, as bright confetti falls
Upon our hallowed ground, we move as one
The old and young among the market stalls
All blessed by Ceres and the setting sun
We move as one, we laugh, we catch the light
In coloured flickers deep within our eyes
A cloud of happiness, a merry flight
Of beautiful beribboned butterflies
We dance in town, bedecked like bridesmaids gay
Our hair all strewn with prettiness and joy
Our cares for one brief moment blown away
We move as one, man, woman, girl and boy
As, blessed by Ceres in her wedding gown
We all, as one, are married to our town
© Gail Foster 2016
Grace Thompson
1894-1917
At the timbered railroad depot,
On lower Philadelphia Street,
Across from the lumber yard and the state school there,
I spent many an erstwhile afternoon,
Sitting and worrying and waiting,
Like an expectant Ceres,
For the returning equinox,
Like an agonizing Penelope,
For her long lost love,
From the ancient shores of Ilium,
Waiting and hoping in the spring rain.
And I thought a thousand thoughts,
About life and love and finally dying.
And I also thought much about my wonderful father,
My gentle fitful father,
A wayward, kind soul he was,
Who, out of the blue,
Left the town and our family behind,
Left to find greener pastures as he said,
And who promised to return,
When his oats had at last been wildly sown.
And I waited and waited,
Praying and hoping,
That the next train would at last bring,
His lovely humble smile,
His relaxed eyes, and handsome hermetic brow.
But my endless patient waiting,
Came to a halt that day in cloudy April,
My last day alive,
When again, the tremulous train arrived,
There at the timbered railroad depot,
Across from the state school and the lumber yard,
And once again, he was not on board.
And so, here I am now,
Still waiting patiently, expectantly,
In my dusty forgotten grave,
Waiting for just a single simple flower,
From the only man I absolutely adored,
To be placed upon my single simple tombstone.
The earth in Wiltshire is crying for rain...
I hear the sky whispering rumours of rain
Apparently there will be rivers again
Worms for the blackbirds, toads in the mud
Puddles on petals and fields in flood
Streams in the gutter, in burrow and street
Children and rabbits with little wet feet
Flashes of flame setting Ceres alight
And thunderclaps frightening pigeons in flight
The waters will fall on the morrow they say
Deep in the cracks of the dry earth of May
And farmers and flowers with tears in their eyes
Will watch as the corn and the reservoirs rise
As ever the moaners will mutter and sigh
And shake their umbrellas, and curse at the sky
© Gail Foster 12th May 2017
*Image of the enthroned Roman goddess Ceres provided by Pixabay.
Ceres, Goddess of Harvest: The Pact
Birthright rules they are Jupiter's sisters,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, whose names glisters.
Ceres, the goddess of crop gathering,
whom the gods treat the best, no blathering.
When Ceres was sad, the harvest did die,
and the people did ask all the gods why?
Pretty Proserpine, Ceres daughter,
picking berries, her uncle did spotter.
The uncle was Pluto, and none other,
whose desires chokes empty minds to smother.
Pluto was the god of the underworld,
who had kidnapped her to his netherworld.
Proserpine met needs, kept in a dream,
ageless her stay be Pluto's fated scheme.
Jupiter sought out Mercury for aid,
a messenger god and smart son, think trade?
Proserpine marries, in turn, he must,
let her return for six months, would be just.
Pluto, Ceres, and Jupiter agreed,
six months growth, six months none, was then decreed.
2021 April 23
HMS - 10 syllables per line & RZ - exact rhymes checked
The sun has set, yet the moon hasn’t waxed
I stand in the screaming darkness
Seconds, minutes and hours pass
There is not a single star in the evening sky
The wind blows against me
He scorches my face, my hands… my soul
Extreme heaviness is all around
Around my heart, inside of me
Silver Angel, my sun has set!
Ceres gazes on me not!
The night is empty
Silver Angel, come to my aide!
Be swift with your blow
Strike Home!
Take me away ebony mist
Take me to my sun, where it forever shines.
"Man 'pon spoht"
No more, the ridiculous of convention
To throw in the swine pen of laughter,
Where we turning from red, white and blue
And Ceres transformation, had no clue
Who we were
Or what else we were tto become
Unless what we were already made to be.
You were a sort of mirror to us
So we would not become
What we were laughing at,
And that we saw
Clearly using lens of humour
You made specifically for the vision here.
I even laughed at me sometimes
What I had borrowed
Or stolen from the old master of our fate.
I laughed at what was villified with hate.
I wanted to be cleanse
Of what I was not supposed to be
But had no cure or remedy
Though gathered around the radio
The only one my father afforded for the village
That kept my company every night
And taught me folklores
And self in that which I did not understand.
You brought its love to me
When I did not know.
It was this love when I owned it
This love when I knew it was me
Made me worthy of loving me
Of loving my peculiar difference
Set aside by class, and color of my skin
And status that dwindled me within;
This love
Set upon from without,
I had no weapons to defend ...
But you
You and radio liberated with me.
They sold us it not to make us equal
But to take away our wage
In payments week after week.
They did not know
Even when you did without mask before their face;
It was not money that we need to heal
It was faith in us
To laugh, and separate the vain from the real.
Dying rays of silent stream into a silent room
It’s golden beams dancing
Light in animate motion
Its master is soon to sink below horizon’s velvet hills
Cornflower, tangerine and crimson stain the sky
Clouds drift…their feathered underbellies glowing bright
Anticipating Dusk’s end, the first pair of paragon eyes appear
Twinkling…
Light in animate motion
A matchstick strikes!
Its orange tongue licks the gathering darkness
A candle’s lit!
The wax melts off the darkened wick
It hisses from the water of last night’s rain
Light floods the room halfway through
Its finger reaching out to the shadows
Light… in animate motion
It soaks the curtains and chairs
Light in Animate motion
The silver disk begins to wax
Soon the dark is filled with silver tridents
Ceres!
She dances through the fields
Light in animate motion
Thuh humans on earth constantly hassul each other.
Aliens are on earth , with cures 4 every deezees .
Thair is no Lojjick in prostitution being illegal .
Except 4 peepul 2 hassul each other .
On luner , bluelakesitty is moestley under ground.
And thuh luner call girls moestley dress like Lolitas .
Sum are huemins, sum are syborgs,
Sum are aliens , sum are clones,
Helium is Sint 2 minny places frum luner.
2 Ceres & vaygiss & Ganymede &
2 foeboes & tytin & trytin & Titania & mirandah & even earth !
Sum peepul fear that things bilt frum mars metals mite fall apart !
There would be the sisters of Jupiter,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, of three there were.
Ceres was known the goddess of harvest.
The gods made sure they would treat her the best.
If Ceres was sad, the harvest will die.
Then the people will ask all the gods why?
Cute Proserpine, daughter of Ceres.
Seen by her uncle whilst picking berries.
Pluto was the god of the underworld.
Kidnapped her deep below kept her all furled.
Jupiter had sought Mercury for aid.
Smart son, a messenger god, thought a trade.
Proserpine ate whilst kept down below,
Eternal her stay be, scheme for Pluto,
He marries Proserpine, but he must,
Let her return for six months would be just.
Pluto, Ceres and Jupiter agreed,
Six months growth, six months none, was then decreed.
Date:06/11/2019
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trickest with deceit
ye wicked vile woman
seperating the facts into
a fiction
their they speak what they wishest
thee to beleive
evil and uncaring
interprito.....
ha ingannato gli
uomini con la
suduzione parlando
della mancanza di
preoccupaza di
marti per il suo
benessere e
I suolanimali
written by
Huacaya Shur Sennheiser
Vinalia Colony Ceres
2199
Days later a rockslide triggered a tsunami on
the inland lake!