The Mesopotamians,
The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces.
The Greeks,
Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking.
The Romans,
Masters of conquests and destruction.
The Egyptians,
With creative minds and architectural prowess.
All are different and diverse.
But they still all believe that they are the one.
They believe that they are the protagonists of our world.
Portraying their stories in their own immaculate light,
Shining in their versions of stories mixed with lies,
As the centre and hero of the story.
Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks
As the moon repents from its many vague allusions
And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations
What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations
Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions
He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis
Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat
While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis
The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat
We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit
Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead
Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it
Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes
instead.
Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all.
Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Feb 11th, 1971 age 17
The young, man and women, their bodies battled scarred,
of those who lived to tell the tale, did not seek glory.
Hearts that knew not they fought in vain for the hungry,
those who fought their enemies bravely, often to the end.
They still wake in the night to imagined gunfire,
the dead and wounded lay on their bedroom floor.
Uniforms hand dusty on old hangers forgotten now,
yet nightmares linger and hopes of a new order dead.
A hero's welcome did not await them,
but still they went, still they fought and still they died.
THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS
When life was thick with possibility,
Before the written word and the weighing scales,
Your definitions held too much probity
In the rich seamless embroidery of our tales.
Our vanished mystery, which your history sealed
Up in the libraries of the planet’s scar.
So what way to better wield a shield?
You men just skirt the theory of war!
Words became deeds – there were forests to lop!
Hard iron entered body and soul
I cherished my child as a cosmic tear-drop
Bound to osmosis in the ocean’s roll,
And took the sword, and chopped my source and dower
Because you underestimated female power.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
I think the French and Greek have the most beautiful expression for the word "wife" in their languages: Ma Femme (French) and Gynaika Mou (Greek), which when translated to English resonate with a cave man ring…yea….MY WOMAN!!!! MY WOMAN.....Can you hear Tarzan bellowing that Ahaahhhhh...AHA AHHHHAAAA. OOOOHHHHH!!!! I simply ADORE these expressions...I LOVE THESE TWO LANGUAGES!!!! My Woman!!! Possessive…Yea! The only way to be!!!
Ok, you polyglots...(a word with roots in the glorious Greek language..meaning Poly..many...glosa...tongues)...I know that you can also say epouse....and sizigos, but why would you want to be civilized when you can say......MA WOMAN!!!! Rock on, French and Greek....Hmmmmmm...French and Greek men....lovely! ;)
HA HA HA HA!
Yea...told you it was going to be a silly post!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Parlez vous Francais???? Melate Ellenika????? ;)
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