Best Olympia Poems


Love, Or a Feckless Facsimile of It

My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig

Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah

My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.


Didi... xoxo

Premium Member Gold-Athena the Golden Goddess

A storm collides, with a mystic flame, 
It's raw force strikes, the last ancient Phoenix,
She rival's in pains agony, falling to the earth below.
The fire bird descends, crashing unto Mount Olympus, 
From burnt ashes residue, a new deity arises,
Behold it is she, Athena the golden goddess.
The blaze of hail's fire, burns through her finger tips,
Thunder bolts strike, in aggressions anger,
 Wisdom's strategist, in the art of war.
 None compare to this battle hardened warrior,
Patron saint of the gods, a heavy metal protectress, 
She is the iron clad maiden, guardian of the 
Grecian world.
A shimmering silver shield of lightening,
Blinds in a flash oppositions foe, 
Weildiing the double edge blade of justice, 
Her righteous might vs. evil's dark force.
Doesn't the earth itself shake utterly,
At her mere appearance.
Blow the ivory tusken horn, oh mighty Nikey,
Beloved symbol for victory, to vanquish thy adversary.
Sitting on the left shoulder of Athena, as the clash
Begins in Olympia, leave no Titan alive or unmangled.
Through the haze's fog, a golden chariot appears,
Pulled by Hades twelve black Stallions, breathing  
Hell's fire, with crimson eyes piercing the nights
Dark abyss.
Thus she is the master of this devils herd, a
Golden Goddess Athena, striking fear in the
Hearts of the foreign invaders.
In the Greek pantheon, her valor is celebrated,
And she is victorious on the behest of the gods.
Pay homages respect to her, Athenian's, for she is,
The Grecian image to courage and strength.
Beware this golden goddesses glare, it is the rising
Of the storm to come.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Egos Higher Than the Space Needle

Right now, in the Northwest town of Seattle,
Seahawks egos must be higher than the Space Needle.
On the west coast, it was just a little after seven,
when the Seahawks faithful felt they entered seventh heaven.
After what happened at the Super Bowl outside of New York,
numerous fans in Washington are popping a champagne cork.
Others must be loading up on whiskey, wine, and beer.
For what happened tonight, they have a good reason to cheer.
To celebrate, many of them were getting ready
long before that blizzard of green and yellow confetti.
From Tacoma and Olympia all the way to Puget Sound,
I’m sure there are many happy fans that can be found.


Premium Member You Were In My Dream

You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
You were by my side when we had to hide.
We saw the shooting stars.
We saw the moon lit glistening lake.
We heard the wind in the trees.
We felt the cold embrace.

You were in my dream.
You were there with me.
You've seen what I've seen.
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?

I see you standing there.
Standing without a care.
Then you turn your head and see me.
You turn upon your feet.
You walk straight up to me.
You stand in front of me.

We're strangers but together we have been?
We're strangers but together we've seen?
We're strangers, never before did we meet?

You look at me so quizzically.
Nodding then shaking your head 
you say to me...

How can this be?
You were in my dream.


James Young, ‘HUMAN’ 
Olympia publishers 2023

Citius, Altius, Fortius

The temple of Olympia gave birth to the games
Kingdoms of Greece did battle before the flames
Coroebus of Elis first champion and winner
Blood sweat and tears before the king of Olympia.
Hercules and Zeus were the main driving force
Great leader and a son filled with bitter remorse
Twelve labors carried out the beasts all been slayed
A temple was built and the debt was repaid.
From BC to AD the games were violent but true
The Roman Empire rose and their influence grew
A new world order begins kingdoms start to fragment
The walls of Olympia cast down now silent.
A millennium passed and then five hundred years more 
No warriors or kings to make the crowds roar
Their victories and triumphs forgotten in verse
Chariot’s wheels stop turning struck down by a curse
An Industrial age the games start a new thread 
Ideas reborn in Dialogue of the dead
Athletes compete across the Ottoman Empire
A committee is formed to scheme and conspire
Six men good and true no need to be contrite
Much as god this positions for life
New gods demand a road show and Greece is left behind
All traditions and values to history are consigned
Five rings and flame symbols of a new dawn 
Tarnished by money, greed, bribery and scorn
The fastest man on earth breaths hard with pounding heart
Adverts must finish before he can start
Four years of training he is in peak condition
All needle marks are gone thanks to his clever physician
A return to Athens a mirror ignites the suns rays
Thousands in a relay but coca cola pays
Citius, Altius, Fortius the Olympic motto states
Victory at all costs the rewards are too great

Ortygia

How long I’m standing here on Ortygia? 
Remain motionless 
under the hot sun. 
Looking like a marble kouros 
with broken hands.
I search the wind 
for the cool breeze of Aegean, 
the sweet smell of Delos 
which gave its name to this place.

I have to caress the Doric columns 
in temples of Apollo, 
Athena and Artemis. 
I have to easy their eternal nostalgia.

But the source of Arethusa 
brings black water from Alpheus today. 
Olympia is being burned 
and my heart comes out of me 
falls on the asphalt 
and breaking in pieces.

Gods! 
What the barbarians doing again 
in our homeland,
while we’re standing here?
You as bare models for tourists 
and me like a marble kouros 
with broken hands.


Olympia

My love the moment I gazed on you I knew you were for me
Oh my Olympia, Oh my Olympia my desire it never wanes
I wanted and desired you, you hold a special place in my heart
I did not hesitate as I wooed and sought you as my very own
To possess you I knew would be ecstasy as I lusted after you
Your looks were sleek and sultry hiding a heart made of steel
One touch of your body and I became a captive of love
Oh how I loved you so overlooking the high price I had to pay
As together we then travelled as one on the highway of life
It was exhilarating as you added a new dimension to my life
Together we flew high and so many adventures did we share
But time my love has tamed you, I sadly watch you grow so old
The knocks of life have slowly one by one taken their toll
I look to others now so desiring the shining you that used to be
Now I have found another and he is my one true love not you
He’s tall dark and handsome not old and grey like you
I know you two will clash, he’s so like you, exciting wild and free
He will drive you hard and endlessly as the three of us combine
Olympia you’ll always remain my much loved Ford Falcon car.

Dance of Gladiators and Amazons

ah! ’tis blue azure greet’ng the dark maidens
dancers of the ancient drums of my warriors
yea! the ever-ready danc’ng mbari maidens
o, dancers amid the smooth-throat’d hunters –

’tis like an ever-flow’ng rhythmic drumm’ng
of my ageless clan where the rever’d eaglets
made the classic olympia in wing-drumm’ng
amid the love-rov’ng griots, pages and priests!

and your mother – the mother of the amazons
waits, waist-bent, amid the ev’r-wait’ng gray-hairs –
and your hunters naked, ready-pois’d with guns 
and panthers snarled under the scorch’ng sun-rays;

o, the gladiators and amazons came along my banks
ah, bring’ng this eternal dance-step to niger’s banks!
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.

Wonders In History 1

Great Pyramid Of Giza
 Hanging Gardens Of Babylon
Temple Of Artemis
 Statue Of Zeus At Olympia
Mausoleum At Halicanassus
 Colossus Of Rhodes
Lighthouse Of Alexandria

Author;Free Software Foundation
Compiled by;chipepo lwele

PS;The reminder of the 7 Wonders Of
     The Ancient World.

H2o Bottles

kind of straight forward is always crooked. 

 Empty water bottles with painted cumulus 
  fluffy clouds on the wrapper.
 
  wandering aimless and empty,
 once filled with chloride redemption.

   you know you can buy them two for a dollar.

 just like the old hebrew corndogs sold
 down the street at the seven eleven.

    better get in line and throw in a six 
   pack of olympia dry. 

    just remember sometimes crooked is never straight.

    driving with one hand on the wheel the other
    searching along the floorboard.

    the clank of clutter when the bottles pile up.

Premium Member Weight Pile

Walked into prison young and small/
What I lacked in size, I made up in toughness/
Even that's not enough, these dudes are huge/
I hit the weight pile, tied up my shoes to choose/
What should I do, take a jog or walk a while/
I seen some dudes lined up at the weight pile/
Hitting that iron, getting swole as can be/
I found my spot in line, I gotta get swole, too/
Motivated by these other brothers getting their shine on/
Lil bitty dude, but I gotta get mine on/
I'm up next, but I couldn't compete/
I had to take a stack off because I was a lil weak/
Building myself up, day after day/
And every other day that pass, I add on more weight/
Now I'm getting stronger, reps getting longer/
Still a little skinny, but my muscles getting toner/
I'm steadily working out daily, I'm feeling my best/
My ego getting bigger, I even got a bird chest/
Dudes heard that so I flex all harder/
Every morning I'm waking up to peanut butter and water/
Hitting that iron, time after time/
Now I'm earning my respect, and got a spot on the line/
Female Cops watching me and they all over me/
Now I'm hitting the whole pile, with a dude on top/
Plus, I got a mentor, this old school brother/
He gave me a few pointers, see he wasn't like the others/
The others envied me, they were just haters/
Because now I'm getting big like Mr. Olympia/
Chest big, arms big, stomach on flat/
Shoulders wide stacked and my legs on stretch/
Even the male guards gotta tip their hats/
Because I came a long way and I can't look back/

Premium Member The Rain In Spain

Inquisitive sorts enigmatic notions as positions--scaled left for the right-hander--behold various perceptions, thus preserving perfection as a cure for misdirection's subtle draw.

Earnest forgivingly weakens its posture as truth betrays, incredulously, amidst reality outfitted in non-traditions; Judas kisses a face, while the strummed favors oils embrace a straining revelation that pleasures the muted.

Distractions of another sort muse the ne'er-do-wells, while diligence inks the lost, ambulates ambitious quill of risqué 'Olympia' whose indecency is shaded decently.

Tryst loses in translation, forms anew in an altered view; observant exposed a chapter; a spilled review cores a novel of two; meeting of the minds formed upon a ruinous and trifle distraction, whereto whenever praise ventures, "A dull knife makes a cutting edge."

Premium Member Memory Board

he could not remember when he last put it to purpose

but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown

the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life

a once proud carriage corroded and set on no return

like in a silent movie the roller release was speechless

a tray full of paper lay moth ridden in lost anticipation

a story in itself abandoned on the trash heap of sorrow


then an air raid warning siren disturbed his thoughts

incendiary bombs were drawn to the attic of his mind

fighter planes cradled the sky and dropped heavy loads

they called it retribution but it was massive slaughter

of epic proportions as memories flushed out retrograde pain


the laptop gave one final moan and the electric circuit

tripped and trapped him powerless in regressive void

his fingers burned on the keyboard and he was careful

to ration the oil for the machine in view of explosions

and the fine screwdriver trembled in his weary hands

somewhat disconnected but he refused to give way

to arrest as he fiddled with the Olympia Travel Deluxe


out of touch but in tune with overwhelming detonations

the trigger of flash backs emerged from his conscience

a candle of life flickered and breathed a sigh of relief

wax smirched his hands as he tried to steady the flame

accused him of falsification if he failed to recall reality

and recollect the dangers of power politics and assault


his only weapon remained the antiquated portable tool

and his only chance of survival was to narrate the truth 


they retrieved his body and thought a finger was missing 

but found it firmly attached to the shattered front scale

like a ghost writer some part of his memories told the tale



31st May 2021

Premium Member She Dances

Sitting in her wheelchair
Reading a book
She was thin and pale
And occasionally, she'd look
Into space
With whimsical smile 
On her once beautiful face.

Her name was Olympia.
Olympia used to dance,
She was sensational
And she put her audience in trance.

She floated onto the stage,
Like a breath of Spring
Her gracefulness and expertise
Made the onlooker's hearts sing

Olympia was well-known,
In theatres everywhere
She topped the bill
And patrons flocked there

Dancing was her life,
She was born to dance
She never married
Although she had the chance

Men pursued Olympia
For both her beauty and talent
She was never smitten by them
That she made apparent.

It was a dream
That she was lucky to fulfil
A life of dancing
Until she becomes too ill

To dance, her life away
She sits in a wheelchair now
And this is where she has to stay
She loves to sit and dream,

Staring into space
With a book on her lap
And a whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face

Premium Member Olympia Horse Show Holiday Greeting December 2019

Do not have a fright
Twists and turns are ever so tight 
Take one at a time 
Hope your horse does not decide to decline 
It is a festive show 
Maybe outside there will be Christmas Snow 
How would I know? 
So let me leave you with this a clear round without a miss
And on this special day you will have your wish 
That lovely silver dish 
Attached to a blue ribbon and wonderful holiday kiss

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