Best Parthenon Poems
Oh, Parthenon,*
Sublime aesthetic structure,
Embodiment of unparalleled elegance,
Incarnation of history, philosophy, and sciences,
Everlasting beacon of human civilization,
Glorification of architecture,
Pride of the Western world
You, the deathless temple of Athena,
Undeniably, it reflects the harmonious blending:
Of matter with the form,
Of man with God,
Of the temporal with the eternal.
In you, one may easily discern:
The drama of Sophocles,
The wisdom of Socrates,
The reason of Plato, and
The logic of Aristotle incorporated
Into
The ageless white marble, that the
Everlasting mountain of Pendelikon so
Generously has offered
And
The skilled hands of Phidias and Ictinus,
So expertly have shaped, into a
Never-ending hymn of worldly beauty,
Ascending to the heavens of perfection
As a thanksgiving to the wisdom of the divine and as
A never-dying monument to human creativity and
Understanding
Oh, Parthenon, before your perpetual magnificence,
Humbly I bow!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 JANUARY 2013
*One of the crowning monuments of the world and, unquestionably,
one of the finest is the Parthenon, the ancient temple of Athena, daughter of
Zeus, Goddess of wisdom.
Built between 447 and 438 B.C. during the Archonship of Pericles on the most
prominent spot of the Acropolis- a rocky hill of 158 meters above sea level-
Parthenon has dominated since then with its extraordinary architectural splendor, not only in the land of Attica and the rest of Greece but also, one may say, the mind and the soul of the entire world!
Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage
why the Queen has it?
The harvest specter
of Artemis levitates
in midnight sky
beyond a temple's frail bones.
Her aura imbues the marrow
as haunted zephyrs breathe imperial runes
culled from quarries
in the scintillating saffron
emblazoning Apollo's halcyon.
Atop graveyards of heroes
pillars weep dry pebbles to Aegean eminence,
from Alexander's subjugated Persians
to Agamemnon’s trickery
on the plains of Troy.
When marble shadows lengthen
and drift in her shifting light
the moon goddess
stills all whispers
as she mourns the spectacle of bravura
retreating to dust.
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Phidias by his labor sculpted you into a majestic temple
Atop the craggy Acropolis to watch over Athens beautiful,
Rugged boulders, pine forests, ancient agoras and all.
The mighty god Poseidon lusted for the siren call of your city.
Her wisdom dictating, goddess Athena won't cede it away.
Eons ago you rose up for Athena and till this day you survive,
Not anticipated by Pericles and other mortals, dead or alive.
Only you alone for sure can tell the rest of humanity why
None could put you down though centuries had gone by.
Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris
in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew
Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle
traveling back roads dressed in mysterious disguises
using signals only ostrich riders do.
The endurance of the ostrich was as equally surprising as
the smoothness of its gallop on the road.
It needed very little in the way of daily edibles
while the softness of its feathers made a very comfy saddle.
Now an ostrich made an eerie sight in swaying fields of daffodils.
Its three-pronged feet so admirable for climbing alpine hills.
It handled every mountain as well as any Hannibal
with eyes adept to guide a sleepy rider while he slept.
The gallop into Paris was singularly memorable –
No wildly cheering crowds of proud Parisians-no-one knew-
No showers of cherry blossoms sprinkled from the Eiffel Tower
in praise or celebration of this epic ostrich rider.
What evidence is there, then? What memory endures
Perhaps a photograph or witness tells the tale
If the novelty is forgotten and the mists of time have passed
Could fields of daffodils remember or perhaps the Cherry blossoms?
Why An Imam with a mobile
is the last thing you will want
For today,
Has many reasons,
many more to come in days to come!
As your palm is already junk
in a once hopeful Palmetto Room
Stanza is an Italian Word. Synonym. Antonym. Room.
Unfolding world, Father in dreams.
The loudest caricature it can be
And I am never in it.
Magnanimity talks in a life in many single unique ways.
You will woe me there
You are allowed to kill me in my already damaged spirit, there
But never care to be a mentor, in any.
I simply gather them, one after another.
A saga of follicular tonsillitis, of another kind of story.
With your seasonal hype of remembering.
Why he is an obvious pro,
has many things to term in later version in Disney hypes
He is a pro. An avid one.
Just Like T-Mobile, Verizon, and every other mobile app sound in different servitudes,
in Qibla-Fatherhood
in
fixation of a possessive noun,
in finding chores for other-end-clan.
A little bit delayed flight
to find the other clan pro,
And know for sure
to be slave in need
Is a prominent slavery too,
The core- shift between
our Fard and Rizq is simply playing play-doh
And I am asking the magnificent Parthenon in me,.
How should I treat the greatest guest of all?
A once residual world, still beating in rhymes and reasons?
After a lonely breakfast, treating lunches or dinners?
Should there be the most special;
red colored bowls or glass particles in ambient grace?
Just as the Imam beforehand
Got entertained? Seducing Alcohol in slavery?
Should we ever really wake up, at all, for any?
In the shylock need in the magnificent Marchant of Venice talk?
Antonio, Bassanio and Portia and all kinds of junk,
labeled as potatoes...
And, if not potatoes, must be tomatoes only!
And honor thy need, and be thy soulful voice, as the bending need
It is humility indeed!
Sagas of Floating water, you simply need to be patient enough
To treat the nostrils that comes in pairs
Too much cold for an already slant poetry,
Fusing in truce and treaties!