Crete Poems - Poems about Crete

aquamarine exudes that dreamy state of happiness carrying with it the glitter of the sun while stirring memories of the sea AP: 2nd place 2025...

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DEFEAT ON CRETE A folktale from which we have been recreated Remember that fight I’m quite sure you hated For this rematch, many centuries I have waited So keen and strong, now I’ve been resuscitated But this time I’ll win, as many anticipated Such an encounter set Greek history ablaze But this second time extends into future days I may even emerge blinking,...

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Cont'd from Minotaur: Part I When Theseus arrived in Crete, he met a lovely maid. She knew what death awaited him and hurried to his aid. She slipped a spool of silky thread into his hands and said: "Use this to leave the maze, my friend." And then the maiden fled. When Theseus was in the maze, he did not hesitate. With every step he rolled...

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There was a king in ancient Greece, and Minos was his name. His kingdom was an island — Crete. Enormous was his fame. In Athens ruled another king he too — a mighty one. And once he was the gracious host of Minos' only son. The lad was sent by Athens' king to hunt a boar so wild that with its deadly tusks it...

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Catreus speaks of the lake in Crete he speaks from a fools perspective his mouth is foolish and unwise that these wisdoms are worded for those who wish not to believe. They say he stood in that hee took the woman from the lake, after she had cursed him, and all the salt was taken from the lake and the fishes changed their orm. in...

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Prevelli Ravine ( Crete 1992 ) Ghost song The ancient priest left in the monastery stone Long before my encounter Within the walls repeat their long labour Monument and missionary linger Hushing a wind into olive groves Searching for the nameless Minoan Outside of human mystery recollections Beyond my makeshift mask of intelligence The birds awaken Tropic songsters jungled forests of palm Star dusted dark a...

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In the Cave of the Madonna ( Village of Topollia Crete 1994 ) I formed a square of brick a block house of the future and the years like dust lay thick around my door many footsteps answer like dreams upon my floor I built a synthetic artery into the mountain side And there beneath a hollow cave...

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