Best Heracles Poems

For This Is The Story, An Old Poet Sought Not To Miss
 (Part One)

I've ate Eden's last apple, coveted Jason's* golden fleece
chained myself in caverns of darkness, begging no release
refused mighty crowns of power, fed myself painful feasts
crushed my beating heart, as if it were...

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In Nineteen ninety-six, our son and wife, Majors
In US Army, moved to Izmir, their new base.
As usual, whatever place they were assigned, 
We flew to visit them as well as dear grandkids.
So off we went to spend two weeks in Turkey, this
Outstanding country we had...

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The word "Galaxy", is derived from the Greek "galaxias", literally "milky", a reference to the Milky Way galaxy. Galaxies contain varying amounts of star systems, star clusters and types of interstellar clouds. (Nebula is Latin for cloud or mist). In between these objects is a...

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Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment

Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast

Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that launched a thousand ships
She of perfect face , body and...

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From Heracles immortal line sprang Kings of Agiad
The blood of Gods and heroes in mortal flesh thus clad
And such was Leonidas, half brother to the King
Cleomenes of Sparta, of whom the poets sing

When came the call to Athens aid when none would take the stand
Leonidas...

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"He is brave and a warrior fine--
In a stroke, killed twenty-nine!"
Thus went word from town to town,
Only to come back around...
"A better man there be none,
Seekest thou a finer one?"

Crept-in a common sight of doubt:
Who's it they talk about...?

"'tis the Tailor from this land--
He hath...

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A white city here lies –
a trace of centuries gone.
An old man Heraclitus
awoke freely at dawn. 

At the bank of the sea
was a heavenly drop.
In the valley at hills
became ripened its crop.

Great sons of Artemis –
so her wrath to go down –
offered gifts to their...

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Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism 
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents 
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and...

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If I could write the perfect poem
I’d write it high above,
The stars would be my letters 
And the first word would be love. 

Love because it brought me here
And has never let me down,
Despite the many struggles 
And trials that came around.  

The love...

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Like snowflakes, no two stars are alike,
despite their myriad declension,
to minuscule pin-pricks in sky above.
Unlike the sameness of sand-grains 
scattered willy-nilly on a beach,
that no one notices or cares
of their randomness in profusions,
looking up, we see the pattern of stars,
unique, one by one or in...

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Adonis in obsidian
Midnight Heracles
My Orpheus, though out of key,
You sing the dark right out of me
Achilles himself had a weakness;
Yours is within your chest:
The golden heart that’s beating
Within an ebony breast
Olympians play chess with their mortals
Hades takes the rest
Still, Iron Apollo,
You rise and set in...

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When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to bear
No more a single thought of gloom or tear
For tangled...

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A poem based on the Greek pantheon:


Zeus The Philanderer

Zeus the philanderer, lust divine, 
Maidens fair he did entwine, 
By guileful means he won their trust, 
Bastard offspring born from his lust.

With swan's guise, Leda he charmed, 
Castor and Pollux strong, were formed, 
Danae he showered...

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As his hands presses against my body like they knew all my curves,
He reaches out and caresses my body with every touch my body resist,
Doesn’t he know the meaning of No?
I wish my body would turn into water… Poseidon,
Take control of his soul like Hades,...

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STAINS IN THE SANCTUARY ®

From the obnoxious obscenity
To the unorthodox immoralities
Personage of the perpetual Pentecostal pimps
Poisoned-Chalice in the mouth of a praying prostitute
Even the grey has not yet embraced self-control
Not too old for the renowned foolishness
Boys on the roll-call of Hades
Evade the tracks to your...

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