Best Goddesses Poems
Oh, you goddesses ~ pretty Pleiades of stars
Shinning above in distant blue merriment's glee
Sisters adorn the sky as nightly jewels of ours
To grace the Titan Atlas ~ his daughters carefree
Stunning as their mother Pleione ~ gathered still
We look upon their light with hearts of divine thrill
Alas, the God of hunt ~ the giant Orion
In love he fell, with sisters all, upon their meet
Pursued them daily like a mountain lion
Till Zeus did change his girls to doves ~ they fly so sweet
To sky up high they went to be a part of Bull
You see but six as one became a comet, full
We celebrate the story of their beauty fair
When dance and song and poetry expressed our loves
To keep our daughters safe from Gods, we do beware
Or see them fly from you like early morning doves
Rejoice each night when seen their joyous glitter smiles
Together they are ~ our sisters in all our trials
7-03-2020
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Freya, Maria, Gaia, Sofia
Isis, Astarte
Kali and Parvati
Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night
With demanding love
And no expectation
But to see Her
They walk in light
Hip-switching across the Earth
A woman, a deer, a flying leaf
Her flaming sword
Could spin my head off
But She kisses my soul and I'm safe
Every day I see Her
Magic paralyzing eyes
Outlined in black
Golden eyelids smiling
Startingly clearly brown or blue
I know lust and peace at once
The world turns over
And the world burns
And the Goddess walks forever
I claim my Egyptian heritage of
Love, rivers, healing
Geese fly high above our pyramids
Those rocks moved with magnetic
music
Light cascading through space
Thoth dances above our crowns
I sway beneath Amun-Ra
She-He caresses my auburn hair
a deepening of irises
it was my thunder and
my own blistering hands
Nile flows freely watching
Now my goddesses sit in their Merkaba’s
chanting around an eternal flame
carrying melodies of change
violined voices on violet strings
A million workers marched barefoot
through fields or furnaces
aligning cores below to above
Sirius clapped assent
urging me out into Space
Pyramid ! Triangle of my refuge
and direction
While above signs
watched my movement
up the Squinx
to a northern node
Bronzed arms encircle my hips
as Africa unites with Asia
I did not know that
in a Southern land I
would disembark to
crack hearts of steel
with spirals of crystalline carbon
a moment at Last Supper
I relived this teaching
Myrrh rained down to
anoint
My Heart was His-
Hers !
Ye Great Goddesses And Water Nymphs Of Old
Tis not of your sweet beauty I do now write
ye great goddesses and water nymphs of old.
Rather your images in poetic,fanciful flight
of chaste virtue and your beauty I am sold.
Poets have graced thee in power of flight
be it in the air or in clear water ye flee.
By grace of day you hold off chill of night
Mystical flying images bring poetry from me.
Wherein bluest ocean waves my mind embrace
there rests tales and odes written to you.
I plead ignorance of all virtues of grace
Yet in humble poetic verse give ye your due.
Your fame now rests in hearts oceans deep
with joy found in your tales poetically told.
Dream of your all,mind now restful in sleep
And long for your touch,be it ever so bold.
Sweet nymphs, may your grace forever shine
these mortal hearts long to again to see.
Your water dancing in morn's light so fine
as we desire just a gentle touch from thee.
Tis not of your sweet beauty I do now write
ye great goddesses and water nymphs of old.
Rather your images in poetic,fanciful flight
of chaste virtue and your beauty I am sold.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2015
Note- Dedicated to Andrea, whose advice about
my writing in classic poetry form I now present
my answer in this mixed verse version.
Thanks Andrea.
Winter is a bitter goddess, freezing cold, but also blue and white dazzling.
She sparkles with a glitziness that rivals a virgin’s wedding gown.
Spring refreshes, revitalizes, rejuvenates the grasses and perennials
Pushing delightfully delicate dandelions and daffodils toward the sun.
Goddess summer is resting after a plethora of weddings and graduations.
Sharing a scorching sun that gives us no mercy in August.
Autumn shows off golds, browns and yellows in pumpkins and gourds.
She revels in craft fairs, apple festivals, football games and bonfires.
Not being promised
To nobody,
wanted court
Artemis... but Artemis
the protected of the moon, fled
with Prince Solar ...
I returned my commoners
looks at Helena
superb and serene girl ...
I even did a serenade for her ..
Neptune raged
so much that he played terrible
waves on my walls ...
I insisted I was not afraid ...
Then came Hermes and
delivered me message
in person:
Mortal can't dream
of immortals ...!
The law of the strongest
made me sad ...
My friend Ulysses
came
comfort me: don't listen
singing of nymphs and neither
fall in love with mermaids ...!
I started looking for Mary,
Marianne, Severinas and
Josefas ... ordinary women ...
They all smiled at me
benevolence, but all
they let me down ...!
Until a half Roman,
half German, half Bavarian
with her white way of being
said to me in my ear:
Wake up love ... lunch
is ready....!
SHE WON'T READ ME SO SHE WILL NEVER KNOW
IT'S FOR AND ABOUT HER
there are far too many people no one can satisfy
so in essence we should all just let them wail and cry
because tears ain't going to get them anywhere
so have i made myself amply clear?
weep your tears my dear, but good it shall not do
it's not going to help me any and it certainly won't help you
so go ahead with reddened eyes comparing yesterday to today
for comparisons will get you nowhere except some fResh FLESH to flay
so skin yourself alive if you dare
that's as good as a self-pitying tear
as for me i cry no more
for i find weeping an unnecessary bore
oh so there she sits on a seat of memories
listening to a disembodied voice whispered by the breeze
well that voice was silenced years ago when he bid his heavenly goodbye
and as i said, there are just too many people no one can satisfy
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Fan sport of a nation
Celebrate vacation
Slow traffic to a crawl
For a net and a ball
Fiery sandy beaches
Prettier than peaches
Girls in hot bikinis
Skidding smooth to their knees
Reaching for ball contact
With maximum impact
Volley from each corner
In a precise order
Minding the bearing north
Exciting back and forth
Fingertips so gentle
Tactical and mental
To and fro audacious
Then a wack so vicious
Higher up in the air
On the sideline a spare
A little friendly bet
Goddesses at the net
Under the summer sun
Toying with fitness fun
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gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me
once you take that first step down the path
the decision has been set upon and you cannot go back
now it is up to trust, that invisible demon or angel in waiting
right or wrong the pendulum will swing in either direction
time a curse or a blessing guided by a compass
beholden to no one it has its own destiny
for love once betrayed is a vengeful enemy
setting off a cornucopia of storms of anger
unleashing the torments only goddesses can bestow
their ire thrust forth like a thunderous lighting strike
wishing to smite those that have broken her heart
there is no hiding from the maelstrom your betrayal has unleashed
bringing embarrassment to those that inhabit castles
a dire misjudgment in a moment of voluptuous temptation
is there now regret to having succumbed to human wontedness
it would appear so, hands now tied striding towards the inevitable
step by step moving closer to the sentence handed down
the walled fortress now a corral with no escape
and then I am there, she and a legion of men in waiting
a gilded sword sharp as any in the kingdom prepared
her golden hair blowing in the wind, delicate features revealed
utter beauty astonishing in the backdrop of a scorching sun
how could I have traded this for a night of passion with another
now I am pushed down to kneel before her my heart racing wildly
she is judge and jury and as she draws back the sword
I wonder if there is one morsel of sympathy in her repertoire
so I close my eyes and ponder why has my lust brought me here
all the whilst listening for the whoosh that will end my days or not
Andreas Simic©
The fortunate primal difference
between Gods and Goddesses:
Goddesses are Gods
in a nurturing adDress
rather than relentlessly out
to terrorize
weaponize
and systematically opPress.
Thank Gaia for this synergy,
for if not
who could humane divine integrity?
Giving wealthy spiritual rebirth
to naturally healthy regenerations
full with God and Goddess girth.
They were dream sirens who fit into everybody’s wheelhouse
Four dream quintessentials named for their special talents.
Are they faeries, goddesses or pixies? People asked sandman.
It did not matter; they were faith, love, hope and joy.
Faith gave dreams that helped people believe in the unseen.
Her special talent was to uplift, enthuse, and enlighten.
Spirituality was her base, she did not push personal doctrines.
Her sisters were amazed at her talents, they were magnificent.
Love gave husbands and wife mutual dreams.
Dreams that inspired words like dearest, beloved and honey.
Hope uplifted people’s expectations, inspiring dreams and wishes.
Joy added to their dreams with passion, enthusiasm and joy.
Husband constantly beating and batting,
His kiths, like allies, consciously hitting;
Father-in-law, in his way commanding,
Mother-in-law, dire duties demanding;
Neighbors mocking at physical darkness,
Her skinny dullness and financial weakness;
Her aspiration to be fullness gone,
Seeds of hatred in each heart around sown;
Losing her solid ground beneath her feet,
She, like a little lamb, started to bleat;
Some stood shocked; some so terribly awestruck,
Some said she's mad; others, she's hysteric;
Whatever might whoever might have thought,
Whatever view, she on her, might have wrought;
Mystery over her started growing,
Mastery of her wisdom grew glowing;
She talked of heaven, hell and highest skies,
Assured of abundant heavenly pies;
Her sermons varied from great wealth to health,
She talked on glamour of glorious death;
All listened seem to see in her strengths strange,
Her deliberateness seemed seeds of change;
They saw avatar of goddess kali,
In her they found Durga, Radha, Lakhsmi;
Her husband, forever, stopped batting her,
Kith and kin pleasantly extolled her stir;
Father-in-law still; mother-in-law calm,
Life, to her, turned sooth-tranquilizing balm;
Learning, thus, tackling of trickling issues,
Our hamlets have now many such goddesses...
01 February 2022
I speak my hidden angry GodVoice
and my sad suffering supplicant Goddess
listening choice
And these feel counter-balanced
within shared robust HappyGod
speaking through widely effective
boldly multiculturing voices
and/or deep learning health-conscious GreenGoddess
effluent flows
of nature's silent
non-violent
communion whispers,
Inviting soul songs for slow-dance circling
drumming
thrumming
strumming
plumbing rhythmic muses
Re-membering EarthTribe
con-celebrating HereNow
questing Paradise resilience
with past and future
more tolerantly listening
in-between regenerating
transpersonal progenitors
In Earth's sanctuary
not here for exclusively right answers;
Here to learn
to ask inclusively deeper and wider,
healthier and wealthier questions
together.
His covenant speaks through cooperative contracts
within a universally tolerant midway
sacred transcendent space;
Her sacrament hears uniting cooperative invitations
into ego/ecojustice sanctuary
of divine
and for humane
bilateral balance,
becoming holy healed.
The ancient Gods – Hades, Zeus, Jupiter, Poseidon did not know what to do.
They could not control the goddesses, and this made them crabby and blue.
The Goddesses laughed at their “master’s confusion. Let me laugh here.
In feminine “collusion” they made these whipped call them honey and dear.