They say it is futile to chase the chimera.
That the more you seek it,
the more you feel
you are losing yourself along with it.
Do not listen to them! ...
For this very page you hold
tells you that you have found it!
It is pointless to read it;
you will not understand!
What matters is that now, you too
carry somber signals!
These signals bring you face to face with it.
It matters not whether you contend with it;
you will understand!
can it be, equanimity the antidote
a life unexamined, is a life not worth living
self-absorption hears the drum of one
it an ego-driven malfunction
wrong reality rapt in silent adagio
the sponge soaks the water and cannot desiccate
your desires alone illusory, arrogance
leading to aversion, not to confuse with self-love
Oyez soliloquy! (gavel strikes) so hence
primal love you claim to defend—a chimera
Voir Dire on Love
I Am Anaya
2/21/26
Fascination and imagination let loose
unicorns and dragons whirl amidst the stars
dreams conjured in the night
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
orange-caramel color
steeps into the lotus mug
flower and the leaves
cherry like candy
lifts from the golden liquid
left hand round the waist, hold hands
with the handle, lip
pressed to the rim, intimate
serendipitous-savor
the flavor of rose
petals and hips, cinnamon
apple, almond and cherry
sipping oolong slow
over lips and tongue, twining
in chimera happiness
might open eyes to bonsai
You are my midnight love chimera.
Beneath a deep aquamarine sea.
We met innocently and affably,
Giggling and smiling, so innocently.
But…passion’s gates opened wide.
And its aquatic, aqueous mouth…
Swallowed us, whole and most divine.
Our soul’s instantaneouslyintertwined!
What entity, created divine, instant intimacy.
An under the sea, divine, exotic gratification.
3/17/2024
11/15/2023
You are my midnight love chimera.
Beneath a turquoise sea.
We met innocently and affably.
Giggling and smiling, so innocently.
But…passion’s gates opened wide.
And its aquatic , aqueous mouth…
Swallowed us, whole and most divine.
Our soul’s instantaneously intertwined!
What entity, created such instant intimacy.
An under the deep sea, exotic gratification.
.Chimera~ something that exists as an aspiration…
but is not achievable in this world at all.
Of Greek etymology.~ a fire-breathing monster
that has a lion’s head, a goat’s body and the
tail of a snake!
Lived a chimera in its lair
Feral cat with a dragon's flair
Spewing flames high into the air
I had to stare I had to stare
The kind of creature born of lore
I had never seen one before
But I wanted to learn much more
I heard it roar I heard it roar
Tail of dragon, a lion's head
Its flaming eyes were flashing red
From evil things it had been bred
A beast to dread A beast to dread
Guarding the entrance to its cave
Shook its head and began to rave
A sinister way to behave
What did it crave What did it crave
Although enchanted by the sight
I'd be no martyr in this plight
This chimera I wouldn't fight
I felt great fright I felt great fright
I feared it caught the scent of me
When it howled just like a banshee
What a tasty meal I would be
I had to flee I had to flee
She's a spark of my imagination
A colorful dream that drifted away
A flaring shadow of my illusion
A true April fool in the month of May
Her memory was like the evening rain
That drifted away by the light of dawn
Acid rain that burned the lobes of my brain
Fire that scorched the bright seeds of my spawn
Her bright smile was like the blazing sunrise
But her heart is capped by dark shadow
A cloud that eclipsed my sun on the rise
A grim sky without sunshine and rainbow
She's a nightmare that hunts me in my dream
A veil that muffles the sound of my scream
2nd place
Colorful or chimera poetry contest
Judged: September 5, 2023
The Chimera is no mere myth of folklore,
but a monster risen from bowels of earth,
hearts freezing with fear, when it rises to roar,
even as the goat atop frolics in mirth,
as snake spews venom and the lion’s claws gore.
A strange resemblance with Baphomet gives birth
to the thought that this tale may have some merit;
the jury is still out, truth yet to ferret.
A lion with a passion so ravenous
Unable to be satisfied by love
her bite of sensuality poisonous
She lives in her empty pit of self-love
this shepherd of men, her body of goats
who yearn to be fed by her lips of fire
then are tossed aside with lumps in their throats
after she filled her cavernous desire
This darksome snake will often shed her skin
After her hunger dies from the goats she bled
She will flick out her tongue for their scent again
The next time her hunger needs to be fed
Love's a fluid chimera, flowing through a maze,
Its essence transforming, in a damp misty haze.
A mystic phantasm, defies any grasp or hold,
Its omen of joy, a tragedy, yet to unfold.
In its tender moments, it's a charming embrace,
A gentle murmur whispered, a touch soothing grace.
But, all in a flash, it transforms, changes its guise,
Becomes a raging tumult, a stormy surprise.
A chameleon of colors, emotions entwined,
A blend of flavors, so intricately combined.
A sweet, salty, sour and umami, salsa dance,
Fleeting and elusive, just like a furtive glance.
Love's chimera pulls the threads of desires,
Ignites fierce passions, breeds hot, wildfires.
Then, extinguishes them with its morphs and shifts,
Leaving hearts to ponder its myriad rifts.
So cherish the moments it brings, both strong and mild,
Embrace its mystery, like a curious child.
For love, the fluid chimera, will forever be,
A wondrous enigma, in an ever-changing sea.
net zero
a ' no go
gesture politic show'
CHIMERA
Chimera in the modern world, you’ll find
Is an illusion or fabrication of the mind
In architecture, a beast carved in stone
But if seen, it is best to leave them alone
Or an organism with two different DNAs
With eggs fertilised in two different ways
In contrast to the myths in ancient Greek
Where it’s a scary monster that you seek
With the head of a lion, and a serpent tail
A fire-breathing dragon, and it’s female
Some say that a goat grows on its back
But thought dangerous, as it will attack
It means all that is grotesque or illusory
When a fight to the death is compulsory
they don't want dramatic parents anymore
sentimental
they got bored of them
they are sick of exaltation
they don't want the vehemence of which
the parents hung on
convinced that it would be freedom
we
those with a muzzle swollen by history
we look at them with trembling eyes
in hidden tears
we
do we wake up? or die?
we died
we woke up
but they discreetly wrap
around around contre jour
on an old heart
another world
vehemence
our only final reward
they scratch their fine ears
and they offer us
an image about which
we do not know
they do not know
they don't tell us anything
easy
to be as easy as possible
existential flake on an anonymous wall
easy
easy
and no windowsill to look at
no return airport
no word on current status
nothing past or bandaged
just to be easy
you pay this time trust me
at least once
drinking beer together
I just follow the trajectory of a flake
I keep my eyes closed
like a child and I imagine
that you overcome life's difficulties
in that lifetime of a snowflake
and then i let you go
She roams through El Dorado’s ancient golden ways,
She gazes from black spires of Xanadu,
She walks through green Lothlorien’s unclouded days,
She muses long on Ilium’s deep blue...
I’ve seen her in the chamber of the silver’d doors,
I’ve heard her when the loon in moonlight screams,
I’ve felt her walking silent over marbled floors...
I’ve been with her in echo-haunted dreams...
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