His lantern shining on a summer's day,
To pierce the darkness of the human soul,
His pace deliberate, seeking on his way,
To find a man of only virtue full.
An idle quest, a philosophic stunt?
For surely roses cannot bloom in caves;
That man of virtue would the Furies hunt,
An angel cannot swim a sea of knaves.
But let us cast that light in different light,
Not if a man can be what cannot be,
But if one holds a candle in the night,
And choose a raft to be on moody sea?
For full perfection shall not grace this Earth,
But in the little things, lies life its worth.
Past every known horizon, held inside the stolen light,
A flicker of promise rises, wet with Aegean’s salt.
The echo of Mount Parnassus, where the Muses walk at night,
A spectrum of reflections—the first Promethean signal, sharp and high.
The flames are finally free from the chill of the earth.
It pulses through sapphire-blue data cables, beneath the sea.
A swift code humming on an electric tongue, a wire thin as glass,
Where silicon and soul now challenge mortal walls.
The warmth upon my palm, a fragile circuit’s heat,
A digital dawn breaks now, on seas of light where ancient stone dissolves.
A frequency rings through the gulf of years,
The world's true voice, unsynchronized, is fiercely held and heard;
Through every force of nature, this bright pulse speeds on fiber-optic lines.
We seize the future's turning, watching the past unwind,
This hard-won wisdom guides the human quest for freedom.
Against the dark tyranny that starves the seeking mind,
The truth we need is held deep inside the spirit of mankind.
Our thoughts, like the sea with its white pebbles,
painted by its foam.
The waves come little by little, to halt them.
There, I see Greece.
Beneath the clouds that hide the sun,
its furrows moving back and forth like visitors.
They were forgotten on a pale islet at the horizon, where the gaze can reach.
In a small glass of red wine and a slice of bread,
behind the cornfields.
There, I see Greece.
In my grandparents’ house I left my memories in the yard,
in the scent of Sunday lunch.
David the Dendrite (it means Tree-Dweller)
how the people loved this eccentric fellow
for three years he lived in a tree
yes he was the saint of Thessaloniki
(real title is written in the Greek alphabet but oh no you can't use 'special characters')
Greece's sun is warmer than other suns
her floral and fauna are prettier
she is the place where dreams come true
every doorway hides a story of love
it is the place where people go to be whole
two hundred tremors
in forty eight hour span
greece is on notice
Greece and Ethiopia have had unwavering and unbroken
bonds of friendship since ancient times.
Greece is the land of freedom and democracy, also one of the pillars
of worldwide civilization in all sectors
{philosophy, poetry , art etc.}
The great ancient Greek poet HOMER is frequently refereed to Ethiopia
in his masterpiece ILIAD.
Even the name Ethiopia comes from an ancient Greek word
{Aithiops} which means a sun-burnt face.
The source of the blue NILE is in Ethiopia, the only country
in Africa which was never colonized by western powers, with
its own ancient language:{Amharic} and history.
The predominant religion of Ethiopia is Christianity which was propagated
by Apostol Mathias. God Bless Greece and Ethiopia!!
all the bins were out
skies had turned to charcoal grey
as I grabbed my coat
walking in the rain
my mind on fiscardo bay
where its warm and dry
couldn't help dreaming
of hot grecian sun in may
on recycling day
Arsonists almost eighty, are
under arrest.' What to expect?
Zealots for climate cause?
Causing death; life attests!
Devestating action to cause
Draconian reactions? How
Much is reported? And what
Treatment(have they courted?)
Who will defend them? What
Will authoritys hand them?
A soft time of counceling? A
Time at Davos? Maybe a
A cancelling? I think that is
Far better, i'm not much on it
Per se' yet here it could have
A way' coupled with exposure
A way if healing, also closure?
Could 2023 hold some hope?
For reason and clarity not just
Force fed inhumanity' led by
Zero carbon insanity '
Santorini, Greece
I see a sunny bedroom where almost
everything is Santorini blue.
Our clothes, scattered everywhere.
And me, asleep, under a silky
sheet!
Your chest, my heavenly,sweet pillow,
a cherished and memory to keep.
Our vast window can be seen with
Santorini and those great,blue domes
peeking in.
The full moon lights the room with
tenderness, as each night and day
again with my love for you begins.
5/2/2023
marvelous ambiance, first vacation with preteen
waiter tells us the sea is called Thalassa here
Mediterranean Sea right? She giggles, flirting.
All is terrific until she discovers kleftiko is lamb.
I was pretty sure I had seen the prettiest courtyard
Until I travelled to Greece and saw sixty of them
Each one unique, none of them comparable to another
Beauty in a variety of gorgeous, pleasant ways
Every corner I turned seem to have a new one or two
I wonder if every decorator in Greece is an esthetic genius
I turn the corner into a new faerie land and think they must be
Her third day in Greece
She opened up the doors to the veranda
Today is perfection in temperature and sunlight.
She headed toward a white lounger, glad to be alive
a fireball emerges over the playground of gods
AP: 1st place 2022
...The blade sunk deep and blood did spurt,
flesh of a goddess defiled,
Enktantas shrieked, fell to his knees,
but Ananke only smiled.
“I feel it draining out of me,
the force of life slipping away…
Oh, thank you for releasing me…”
those were the last words she did say.
She collapsed there, down to the ground,
the great scroll just fell to the dirt,
and seemed to rot before his eyes,
until naught but ash were its words.
And from outside the Fates came in,
looking lost, and unsure of things,
they just started with quite confused eyes
where their mother lay smiling.
Enktantas beat a quick retreat,
not knowing what they might do next,
until the voice came loud again,
“Now by your own choice you’ll attest.
“It’s meant that you should all know Choice,
though you weren’t ready until now.
Your destinies will be your own,
and now constrained again, I vow.”
Then finally the voice was gone,
the young man no longer insane,
there was power beyond the gods,
and Free Will was part of His game.
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