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 you spoke?
Those gods in human passions,
Tho’ matching superhumanly,
Did breed real pathos and sublimity of existence.
Many a mortal contested your existence;
Let them contest of my songs;
You should only exist in songs?
Then, Athens was a tale –
You should be living now, O, Homerus!
The forest buds and grows in bitterness;
Seas weep for lack of adventures;
Lands are devoid of demigods;
Nights wail for your demise,
When a fading world fights in peace!
The mediocre is a crown prince;
The sick clays pose as perfect potters;
The fish now eat up the giant sea;
Do you rest, O deserted god?
Do you rest, Homerus, singer for the gods?
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I have began the long songs, my Homerus
Ere, I stumbled at your shrine:
Yet, I ’gree you sang so well:
Yours are true cosmic scenes!
On the air, each bird sings your songs;
Tho’ young night wails for your demise;
Tho’ gone are those fable-eyed seas;
Earth is reborn of adventures,
In my wild cosmic songs –
Then, rest, rest, rest, who told lofty tales!
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 mastered my minds eye
withering madness sunk into a sultry
need for wrath in a strange time of day
capturing malice reaching morbidly
for candid cries the seas mist kissed
the shore once more balancing upon
fragile shoulders of vintage broad banks
slashing stone into the rivers edge
entering myself hence soothing the Nile
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, amended means, I yearn:
An aerosol, fine misting spray.
’Tis sweet to subtle reclaim youth,
To push back time, to mount attack.
A caution raised to those who dare:
Embrace thy choosing, glimpse not back.
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 out its light
settles for canned heattunafish
while running with tao - kite,
and shot down in the street
I cried a creed, an upanishad
but chi had been burst, and to save the worst...
I had realized that I'd been had.
A camosol overthesoul
but One that can be seen, and reached
like willows wondously wavering
with beachwind, bare-assed and breeched
gates left open - ovened
my mitts hit the floor, got placed in a drawer,
again, the waxed floor, the constant bore...
like Haephestus in his forge
gold medals galore...
but No Where abhoriosly to Share!
Wear Peace butt In the Air!?
I begplead, pigbleed, flying pinkpunk elephants
with attitude 'Devil may care',
Sowhatnow with my "whatever"
sunday mornings.? what with cold coffee, warm tap water,
hot dates with golden earings?
what with incongruous mono-stereo-topis
what with asian peanut noodle kerplopis?!
I need to write a statute to an end
and lay It down
my friend,
to reconstruct amorphorillis
super-syllous and charybdis,
I
am lightening This fire
No One can accuse Me a liar,
for I've always had the goods
but not the correct buyer...
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 on the hillside with terra-cotta colored roofs;
Off in the distance the clippity-clop of donkeys’ hooves.
The cobblestone sea wall is dotted with white tables
of the sea side cafes with the colorful gables.
The salt air can be felt in the soft summer breeze;
such a beautiful setting puts my mind at ease.
Somewhere in the distance a liner cruises by;
I wonder if the passengers are dreaming as I.
I sit in my living room feeling quite small
as I stare at the painting hanging on the wall.
The image I describe isn’t as it seems;
Alas, my Grecian holiday is merely a dream.
October 2, 2017
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 holds image that will never die
It hangs in gallery forever admired
How marvelous to be truly inspired.
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Chantelle Anne Cooke
09/11/2021
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 seem safely tenable.
It may be better beauty be destroyed.
A little worshiper of idols still
Resides inside and ever, always will
Until we're much less worldly employed.
While thirsty an ascetic often thinks
Urns beautiful when everybody drinks.
(8/29/22)