Best Satyrs Poems
Oh muse of mirth,
in your spirit,
I'll raise my goblet
to satyrs students,
weaving music
to honour Bacchus,
so we can rejoice
in the virgin dawn
of the new sun.
Youth is not my friend,
so grant me one wish -
for chalice of time
to bless me with joy,
days of cheer,
nights of divine
moonlight melodies.
This heart's theatre
yearns to perform on
serenity's stage
with sincere comrades,
composing songs where
each symphonic stroke
creates memories
as sweet as wine,
where verses echo
like Apollo's art.
No matter what
tomorrow brings
I'll keep smiling
till the party ends.
OH MY GOD!!!
Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine? Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes. Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.
John G. Lawless
The time is always wrong and consciousness is a deformed perception of reality we combine with artificial thought.
Prove you're here prove you're there. Truth is everywhere in secret and fabrication is the child of mind raised under surveillance of the third eye.
Capture the same kidnapped brain punctured and branded by darkness where shadows of sanity are abducted in a recent survey taken for centuries we've ventured through and found nothing except our own delusions.
Man made engineers engineering man kind and steering our futures into catastrophe starting as one until its ruled and barred in a society who lack the acceptance of its population.
The proof stays digging it self out from under cover and stolen and hidden within us and we don't know its instigation.
Don't ask questions if you don't want to hear the answers. We dance with satyrs and ghouls and demons in a place we call home feeling safe with alarms on our cars and homes and where's the dogs we love so much and lost while shopping.
We crave and rip us apart creating this world they charge us to live inside talking about space travel only large corporations can pay for while we ran out of goods and supplies while hating us with new dreams through insomnia.
Carbon footprints attacking us and terrorists escaping to the desert and we scream vengeance knowing its gods so we betrayed him and call it valued. Empathy turns to violence and we let it. Compassion becomes rape and we condone it. Soul is now hollow and absent and perhaps it wasn't ever there and is just a name.
Words are conjoined sounds we make and understand untill tomorrows new sound has wheeled up like a vehicle of communication between language barriers bare of content. We're here now for removal without avoidance. Emotion is lost, hope is neglected, depressions our life's, debt is our existence and death is our friend
I see you are one of the fairies,
the life of the light of this world.
Opening up opportunities,
with the flowers and love you unfurl.
Satyrs and centaurs gather to the call,
hearing the despair in your voice.
Fearing the pain in my song,
when all along there was a better choice.
From the throng of a broken heart,
my eyes burned so moist.
Only those misunderstood,
could attempt to try and understand.
I know in my soul that I can,
and I think you might be able too.
From the way that your heart slowed,
and then just sped straight on through.
Because we have been here before,
and I will get up again.
Have faith in us,
because, I know that you can.
And then we will plan,
for a future so beautiful.
Fight for what we want,
just like the heroes do.
You know you bring such a beauty to this life,
it’s nothing new.
I have learned to appreciate the color of truth,
from the view of your face and the taste on your lips.
I love you.
you make me love this world.
So long as fairies and fireflies are allowed to exist,
I hold hope in tomorrow’s future.
Knowing that with you, we’re a bit beyond bliss.
You are born to dance with the wind,
veiled within a circle of oak’s trees,
Half-dressed by moving shadows,
Half-exposed by bold daylight.
Jasmines by the left side, dandelions by the right side
dancing together with you, nymphs, satyrs and sprites.
The melody luring a brown bird,
Silent with cautious veneration,
advances over valleys and hills
until reaching the sea shore.
Beauty framed you with Music, Beauty will gird
you in a bower, close is the night of your coronation.
My eyes follow as you move
Spiraling between my fingertips,
Sweet scented boon of Spring
Meet the dwelling of my spirit,
You will last less than a day, you will last less than love
but is there a fancier grave to lay than her smiling lips?
Hymn to Pan
Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.
At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting' all jumpy and sweaty inside.
This is the time of the passionate stranger,
of bullfights and trumpets, of magic and lust.
You should see that goat high steppin'
playin' his pipes for centaurs and satyrs
while rivers of wine and buckets of beer
splash the maenads snaking with joy.
Seven black dancers leap on a cliff,
five different rhythms make them alive:
It's music that spears them, one at a time!
One says “It's crazy,” one says “It's love,”
three new rhythms awaken the dead!
Fertility spirits moan and shout
as flutes and oboes evoke ancestors.
A soprano echoes a baritone's wail.
The sky man wears a cloak of feathers,
the earth woman wears a skirt of grass.
A neighboring tribe joins the fray
entering caves with torches aloft,
wearing masks of stallions and mares.
The god who grants all desires arrives
riding a winged golden lion
as twenty eight drummers climax at once.
I can believe that joy is infectious,
I can believe that music is Life.
I'm going to jump and roar my approval
she's going to ride a broad chested centaur
the people will tussle a long hungry python
when Pan calls us in the middle of the night.
Let us pray
with soulful lips
from our hearts
to the Spirit Divine;
Let us pray, and let
peaceful solace us
refine: a thirsty mind
quenched only when
remorsefully sipped Christ's
sacrament of sacred wine –
and the bread dipped in,
for the body, without such
transformation, is a ship
gone astray, on a sea
of corrosive brine –
let us pray, and let God
sooth our fears, with
shapes of love and
peaceful contours, raptures
of healing forgiveness –
let us pray, whereby
with Christ's dearness
more our souls securely
align, forsaking the
Devil's enticing satyrs –
restoring blessed light to
a world desperate with shadows –
let us pray, that we trust only
in our Heavenly Father's
guidance when it comes to
man's earth, and all
Life's Spiritual Matters --
Sometimes
I write poems about
Wine and other essential
Molehills of Life at
4 AM when
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in
Sheer revelry at the
Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the
Oozing Black Syrup, I might brush against one,
Intentionally.
whose bliss is this
when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge
a wild and roving gypsy girl
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run.
Guided by instinct pure and noble
I would brave the sea and all the trouble
Over the waters I would sail ,
leaving no mark , no trail
Except in maps of leather where x marks the spot
among pirates ,thieves and hunters of treasure
Swimmers never come to this haunted spot for leisure
I dove to best them all and reclaim this chest full of treasure
Down ,down thru crystal blue waters ,
clear and bright ,the suns rays slanted just right
fish of all kind I passed on the way , yellow, red and painted brown
The kelp , giant and green ,silky and long,
made a vibrant, swaying , forest of the deep
Over white sands I swam finding lonely statues of Zeus and his kind
ancient statues of marble and gold
guarded by Neptune’s hoards of serpents , Satyrs and Celedons
Past lonely visions of Apollo and Aphrodite I swam ,
Up ahead, waving in the mists,
mighty Neptune lay with his head in the sand
the trident pointing the way where it was foretold,
the necklace would never be found
except for the warrior mighty and bold
There I dug at the tip to find the queens necklace I would keep
Ignoring the feelings in my bones ,
the sharp tingling that foretold of doom
I stopped to admire the crowning jewels ,
scintillating blue white diamonds , sapphire and gold
In my heart a sudden cold feeling awoke me with a start
Through the mists the mighty whites came on silent wings,
They were here to guard their wealth with teeth , size and strength
sensing their prey had come , muscles rippled and flexed
eyes glowing red , they sped forward like the dead
Quick as a blink the pack caught on to my presence
I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled
which barely contains the flesh of fertilitiy's spores.
O Gaia, O Goddess, I long for those days
of iniquitous youth when freedom meant
free from every constraint to play with Satyrs
and Fauns of forest and field as we chase
after Nymphs with bright light still shinning
the sun's youthful truth in their golden fair hair.
I long to follow the arterial, blood-sap flow
of rivers that constantly nurse the infantile hungers
of ravenous earth; then join the beauty Europa
as naked she throws her thin white ivory arms
around God's muscular neck while he absently strokes
the first flush of pink on her pale white breast.
Perched astride his most gallant metal steed,
the young lad dreamed of horses, knights and speed.
The golden moon blessed him with gentle rays,
heart softened by the burdens he would face.
A calm moonlit lake revealed to his eyes,
reflection betraying a wondrous guise.
Upon its banks stood a marvel in white,
gorgeous, magnificent creature of light.
He stared at the creature, its eyes held fast
locked on to each other, a spell was cast.
Leaning to touch it on a sudden whim,
It raised a hoof too; the creature was him.
With a neigh of glee he clattered away
wheeling and prancing and dancing in play.
Tossing his mane, he reared up to the sky,
a thing of stark beauty, nimble and spry.
Something watched him from the top of a tree,
silent and deadly, a thing wild and free.
It landed before him, light on its feet,
a mighty dragon, his heart missed a beat.
A rumbling voice echoed within his ears,
Bidding sweet welcome and calming dark fears.
Night's hidden world exploded into life
with excitement and joy, pleasure ran rife.
Out crept pixies, goblins, dryads, fairies,
mermaids and centaurs, satyrs and brownies
The world spun with colours so rich and deep,
in rhythmic beats till the boy fell asleep.
His mum found him dozing by the window,
a smile on his lips, his face was aglow.
Wheeling his chair off, she helped him to bed,
tucking him in with a kiss on his head.
21.12.2016
Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the breezeless air they dare through space
Charmed fairies if you gaze close into their face
They sniffed the air scared to be spotted they’ll race
Satyrs played pan flutes others danced everyplace
While others sang a phrase carrying a mace
“Steady my heart; scented blooms cannot unlace
The beauty of your face I cannot erase”
Dare venture down a well-trod maze; rocks retrace
Your way back dazed so be prepared just in case
2/13/2017
Poetry Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Breath of spring and fresh romances flown
Farther than where clouds their dew have wept!
Hither sweep your hand upon all seeds unsown:
Reap the gold in winter’s wardship kept!
Bashfully, the moon of March ascends,
Shedding rays of silver light on bright
Dreams of green demesnes, whose rousing blends
Green emotions fed by her delight.
Spoiled by sunny streams of warmth, the earth
Lures the mind of man away from cold
Misery to calm, resplendent birth
Shaped anew in firm and fitting mould.
Decked in snowdrops, Spring displays her crown
Carried high by nymphs and satyrs, proud
Envoys quick to hail their queen, whose gown
Cloaks the woods and awes the blooming crowd.
Dozing off on waves of rolling grass,
Lovers breathe the scent of youth and live
Fleeting hours of joy while bees amass
Nectar drops which lilies gladly give.
Transient beauty doomed to die! By what
Spell of old did crass reality
Close the grip of time and swiftly cut
Roots which fed your immortality?
Pleasant summer’s not too far behind,
But by autumn’s end you’ll be asleep,
Bound to rise again within my mind
While, in winter, faithful watch I keep.
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Through lands mistral-blown or rife with men’s fights,
To seas swollen with sirens and storm clouds,
I’ve strayed, a glutton for unwonted sights,
And a vagrant soul by wanderlust roused.
Sadhus and satyrs have peopled my nights,
All of life’s hope and savagery I’ve browsed.
But now my feet are too calloused to roam,
Ready, at last, to take the long road home.