Best Grecian Poems

(for: Homer, the Greek Master)

Now, do you sit on these Grecian rubbles,
O, desert god of old Greek ruins!
Didst thou across this earth match
O, Homerus! the gods’ bright eye,
On whom many a mad mortal dares to spit?

Nature is joyed of your simple lute
Isn’t that good which...

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the roaring tides rolled in anger 
sat beside me nothing else as I
began to slowly slip into my self 

consciousness consoling my inner 
most thoughts catering to a rather 
chafe metaphor beseeching counsel 

embracing righteousness anxiously 
covenanting bitterness wildly tamed
emotions creating solitude a vague 

rapture...

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Owed to a Grecian Formula,
Though secretive and unbetrayed,
Scarce noticed, by gradations wane:
Auld sylvan strands, fine argent grey.

Rich chestnut hues, slow, unannounced,
Emerge discreet midst ashen roots,
As grizzled mantle transforms brown,
Like autumn leaves or wooded shoots.

And though ’tis pittance sacrificed
To dab small bits at break of day,
Alas,...

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laced with a goldensilver fleece,
lamented laboured listlessly luxurious 
	
augmented segmented and critically curious...

I'd save penchant face
for solving this human's race
only to relieve said diatribe
and give you my release...


A liquid aquarian
the 'good samaritan',
an ardorous cantamorous belafusal 
misconstrusial home run
Stan Musial

a San Frisco night
the ferry boat turns...

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I gaze in awe at this beautiful setting;
The Greek isle of Samos I won’t soon be forgetting.
The sun shines bright in the azure blue sky
while white puffy clouds slowly drift by.
The calm Aegean Sea is an aqua blue;
the colorful fishing boats, they number two.
The houses...

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If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth.

Curators and collectors both agree
If forged or stolen, sold dishonestly
Museum art debased on pedestals
Makes hiding art...

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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS I AM DYING

i know a lot will change
i know the world will be busy
i know my appointments are unanswered

POST-LIVE REVELATION

How...

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Draped in gossamer she holds her pose
perfume surrounds simple musk rose
Artist works on colour palette
Striving for tone of light brunette.

Attic is high with wonderful light
Grecian column painted optic white
Spray of green foliage on ancient cobble
Painted with precision brush does not wobble.

Distant cypress against indigo sky
Canvas...

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