Indulging in a flirting spree
Succubi demons within me!
I self- admire all daylong,
Humbly hum a seductive song,
To me my gorgeous bits belong!
As I gaze on me from above,
I blush with glee at my true love:
My biceps worthy of Greek myth,
My charming smile - the perfect pith,
No one I’d rather coddle with!
I believe beauty lies within!
It’s one-on-one, therefore win win!
I shall confess if you insist -
I’m an intrinsic narcissist,
I bet on me, you get the gist.
As over my visage I drool -
Head over heels! Dead in the pool.
363.
My Fear of Hell
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the scorching yard of God's enemies
Where I will be slave to diabolic royalties
Like an acolyte of Warcraft Undead who summon atrocities!
To the spiritual crematorium of demons who rape
Where I will be prisoner to a jail of no escape
Like Prometheus of Greek Myth as mournful as a crape!
-03/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
Rolling, rolling over the waves of swine
Black flour and sour milk combine
In Circe’s meat filled doughy pies
Filled with death and Ulysses men’s horrific cries.
The Queen was left to go untied
Moving out to sea she died
Past ghosts recovering lost saints
Rescued as floating foamy crumbling flakes
In blood-soaked waters
Ulysses saved, his mind all a shake
His men were drawn and baked in quarters
But he is still alive and much awake
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
I am grateful to Chronos and Philotes…
the Gods of time and affection in Greek myth
Chronos for reminding me
that time is precious
And Philotes for reminding me
that even more precious than time
is who we choose to spend time with.
ghostly gray petals—
a shadow crossing the grass
I stepped on a name
______________
A minimalist reflection on mourning and the erosion of identity, set in the asphodel fields of Greek myth, where unremarkable souls wander without memory…
As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman of beauty ...
Italian. If eaten, highly deadly,
or plant scrapes open cut, certain wildlife
are unaffected by its consumption ...,
pupil highlighters, cosmetic usage
and medicinal, named Deadly Nightshade
an earmark for historical function,
for it enhances the beauty facials,
and in parts of the world for medicals.
I gazed, silent, at my notebook.
I gazed for hours seeking a word;
a word that's worth your eye colour.
Your eyes are a mystic maze of colours;
a forest under the sea:
ambiguous, profound,
transparent, Brilliant!
A warm touch, a melody,
a breeze that smells of pine,
a fresh literary genre, a history,
a greek myth I never get tired of hearing.
Your eyes are two crystals
manipulating colors;
Illusive, surreal.
Your eyes are worth a million words,
yet not a word shall encompass
the full charm of your eye colour.
The goddess Appetitey,
a figure I have known
The mirror makes it all so clear
just look at how I’ve grown
Yes, Appetitey is a joy
when she comes around
With her songs in Menu form
resistance can’t found
She always seems to know
just what I love to eat
Burgers, tacos, fish and chips
and always something sweet
The goddess Appetitey
not really known to all
She’s the reason diet’s fail
why we drop the ball
Her sister of Greek myth
the one of lust and love
Banned her from the heavens
yet she is still above
So when you feel the urges
to stuff your face with pie
Just go and give the finger
right up to the sky
Pronunciation:
App-a-Ty-tee
Her lusty sister
Af-ra-Dy-tee
Cassandra
My sister in suffering
our stories align
Betrayed by him
you had devoted
your being to serve
Never adored
Mocked and ignored
Driven mad by derision
for no one would listen
Viciously violated
seeking sanctuary
Your pleas to the gods
going unanswered
I see your visage
in my mirror
as your eyes
peer into mine
within my own prison
You were fated to die
as am I
Have I ever told you that I have boisterous brawls with
myself over what type of tv show to watch—Greek myth,
nature, comedy, murder mystery, Covid documentary,
or science? We can never agree. So I end up writing poetry
about how this isolation is good for us—I mean ME!
November 9, 2020
entered in the "Have I Ever Told You That . . . " Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Homographs are delightful.
Spelled exactly alike
But totally different meanings
Words like Boil
Dolly cart or dolly doll?
Blue – a feeling or a color?
Crest.
A toothpaste? a hill or a rooster’s feathers?
Albatross – bird or burden?
Amazon.
Ancient Greek myth about superior female race
Parrot
Or the obvious?
Politician
Self-serving millionaire in the making?
Liar? Thief?
Or mislead idealist?
The Son of God
ain’t no Hercules,
Jesus Christ
ain’t no Greek myth story
His crucifixion
is real as real can be
And His resurrection
is a gospel tale
the whole world continues to read
The feats of Hercules
is a made up story
The miracles of Jesus Christ
multiplies,
and continues to feed
The Son of God
ain’t no son of Zeus fairytale fable
The power of Jesus Christ
is real ... always is,
and always will be more than able
On summer hills I watched you
I know you watched me too
Every night you waited for me
Every night I came to you
From shallow oceans I have risen
On silver chariots traveled high
Crossed everlasting spaces
which filled your empty sky
Soothing manna showered your lips
from the radiance of my light
Crazy love I poured in your heart
on each lone and serene night
Humble shepherd boy Endymion
You haven't chosen death,nor life
In eternal sleep you've slumbered
and made of me your wife
You must have been a poet
with a will to live our dream
with a want to preserve passion
for the last abiding crescent
of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion
and by beautiful poetry.
Pandora,a lass with 'all gifts'
Let curiosity take her a step toofar,
When mankind's evil flew from her jar-
Only hope,inside,was to remain
Released,it's relief,to ease pain.
The myth of Prometheus/zeus/Pandora & her box
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