Best Pantheon Poems
Ashes Now Cover, Pantheon Of Ancient Greek Gods
Deep within halls of ancient, and dead Greek gods
resides heroes forgotten, waiting their just dues
As poets of old, in golden verse gave their nods
pleas for recognition now so sadly accrues.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Have we cause in forgetting heroes that once trod
across time and those famous battlefields of old
Anointed with courage, muscles hard as iron rod
warriors lost in greater tales no longer told.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Of Achilles, that Homer so famously wrote
how many students now even know of his name
As we parade about singers of little note
with falsely set illusion, their voice deserves fame.
Does this world wrongly deny heroes of the past
In rush to glorify vanity it now casts?
Robert J. Lindley,
August 17th, 1999
Rhyme, ( When Much Needed Heroes Are Cast Away )
Note: Assessment on the state of Literature classes
as they are now taught in our modern high schools.
It's clear. Sunny deadly town,
its square with old young bones is lined.
Cold furtive faces wave the flag
and soldiers guard them and the time.
On concrete a brass band struck up,
A man stepped on a carpet red.
His hand he's keeping on his chest,
into a pantheon heavy steps.
Its fatty body's clapping out,
a daughter of Jezebel on stage,
one right-believer, three lean men.
A speech. A pause. A burst of cheers.
Minsk. April 8th, 2006
dissident drive in
transcellular circumstance
chromosome causes
proton personalities
organic typhon swallows
After the moon
it was an unkempt night.
I wanted to kill the narrative
and recast the frozen history.
A dirt road leads to a new trajectory now,
splattered with blood.
A double tongued thought brings
the ire of screaming horror.
Strapped for knowledge, he believed
in resurrection of a black hole.
The pain, it hurts terrible.
Emblematic was the bending of candles.
Satish Verma
The fiery dooms of hell is where I dwelleth crossing the river of sticks and angry souls. I and I alone can give you all that you so desire. My powers are limitless. Mountains of gold are my home. Once my shine captivates your eye, I will posses you. Values, Honor, and Loyalty I shall replace with Greed, Desire, and Power.
I will destroy you and what you once cherished. But I will be your best friend and I will never lie to you; well maybe just a little. I did not come to you, you came seeking me. For I am he the one they refer to as The Great Ebenezer. God of Gold, God of Riches, The Indestructible One. I am loved by those who have me and missed by those who don't. Welcome to your Damnation.
You were the first
To speak to herbs
And make the ailing cured.
The greatest healer known to all
Like ripples, your fame
Was far spread.
Olubikin! Olubikin!
Heed the elders' call—
Bitter fruits are not sought by bats.
For honey— bees are hunt.
Flamboyant plumage
Will attract hawks.
Success is a curse.
A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods!
Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be.
But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree.
Similar to the pantheons of many a belief.
All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief.
Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name,
The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same.
(The heavenly court or angels in this dictation.
Where do they fall in the story of creation?
Nowhere mentioned in the seven days.
So what do we make of this obvious daze?)
Within the Courts we find all kinds of entities,
With differing functions of various complexities.
Hermes was the messenger for the Olympian Zeus.
And the word angel, means messenger, not really abstruse.
And then there are maidens the gods choose to take,
And often in them, babies they make.
These girls never have a choice in events.
The gods never asked for their consents.
And famous these children did become.
Not hard to imagine, with whom they came from.
So once again, mimesis comes to play.
God impregnates Mary without her say.
And a baby is born and when an adult,
Becomes famous for his actions as a result,
Of being part god as well as part human,
And able to do things, superhuman.
So in the end, we have this god,
In a book which clearly shows a facade,
Of a single deity who reigns alone,
But seems too similar to another’s thrown.
Angels, archangels, principalities and thrones,
Powers, virtues, dominions, all clones,
Of other pantheons in the region.
Really no different in its legion.
So monotheism? Not exactly true.
It doesn’t matter what they tell you.
The truth is there, it’s again, mimetic,
It just keeps repeating as if synergetic.
A Murder of Crows, A Pantheon of Gods!
Monotheism, we’re told, is the way it should be.
But the Heavenly Court doesn’t make it agree.
Similar to the pantheons of many a belief.
All kinds of beings with a head guy as chief.
Whether Zeus or Odin, whatever their name,
The behaviors and hierarchies are always the same.
(The heavenly court or angels in this dictation.
Where do they fall in the story of creation?
Nowhere mentioned in the seven days.
So what do we make of this obvious daze?)
Within the Courts we find all kinds of entities,
With differing functions of various complexities.
Hermes was the messenger for the Olympian Zeus.
And the word angel, means messenger, not really abstruse.
And then there are maidens the gods choose to take,
And often in them, babies they make.
These girls never have a choice in events.
The gods never asked for their consents.
And famous these children did become.
Not hard to imagine, with whom they came from.
So once again, mimesis comes to play.
God impregnates Mary without her say.
And a baby is born and when an adult,
Becomes famous for his actions as a result,
Of being part god as well as part human,
And able to do things, superhuman.
So in the end, we have this god,
In a book which clearly shows a facade,
Of a single deity who reigns alone,
But seems too similar to another’s thrown.
Angels, archangels, principalities and thrones,
Powers, virtues, dominions, all clones,
Of other pantheons in the region.
Really no different in its legion.
So monotheism? Not exactly true.
It doesn’t matter what they tell you.
The truth is there, it’s again, mimetic,
It just keeps repeating as if synergetic.
The Pantheon, The Jeans In Song, .... Create!
Is Fields and Wheels
That Only Spring, Time,
.... Makes!