Best Homeric Poems

                              

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Written: November 10, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Homeric moonstone sparkles at night.  ...

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choleric clouds, suspended
         over the leaking lake

   the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious

bereaved by a split pancake
      baffled by life’s inconsistencies

a vortex peeks out of darkness
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I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer 
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke 
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela  

I am proud Masai 
Standing around manyattas, 
Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani
Eunoto is here and today I...

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Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.

He somehow also grabbed up horses, which seems a stretch.
But this is Greek mythology,...

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Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.

Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I, 
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.

Can I help it?- No!
That this Helen
this doe 
or maybe Annabel of...

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I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
My sword Kram, is double edged death

One horror burrowed deep in me at birth
With poison of a thousand thousand Hydras
To kill it I must kill myself
But I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
I persevere in trial

Another felled me from the heavens
A...

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- By Olongapoet

Are those dragon scales, your reason’s hides?
That I’d need St.George’s lance to pierce thru.
Need I look for angry Odin’s lost eye?
To see through thy cynicism’s Stygian depths?

Why does the sweet ambrosia of my offerings,
Seem mediocre for your Asgardian gratitude?
I’m not too far away...

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Apocalyptic sight

 

Six pairs of Homeric children’s eyes
Over the tomb of ice gray world
Multiply my infinite sorrow into sins with no eyes or ears
In tangents of nostalgia
I kiss the death there that life suffers lung cancer

 
Biblical accusation pierces the silence of solitary harp in...

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Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable

Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions

Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous...

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When the angelic hosts are swiftly soaring,
     and the scrolls of Creation are unfurling;
ten-thousand cataracts are loudly roaring,
     whilst asteroids from outer space are hurtling;

and round the Sun the planets are whirling,
     circling,...

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The magicians flute

The magicians flute 
the stage is set 
high up above Homeric gods 
sit amongst the clouds 
like Blake’s image 
of a greybeard elder 
holding a compass open 
and looking down On mortals below 

Now are you sitting comfortably 
the ceremony of symphonic joy...

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Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"

Lesson obstruction,
     but more so an over
     whelming flood of ideas
     makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable notion
     more difficult than grabbing,
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Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire

Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre

Invent a machine feed it Homeric fire
No enjambement perfect rhyme rhythm metre folds
Should...

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Thoughts of a “Mid-Dot : (•)”

A couple of centuries back, I was recognized,
marked as mid-dot ; all were mesmerized.
I was most required for all. I was utilized
in literature extensively. But they improvised;

Resulting efforts made me redundant
The authors were reluctant
To use me; I was a burden.
Over...

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