Many things are not explained.
I fell asleep in a sepulchre of words
in my quest for further understanding.
I gathered their meanings one by one
arranging them in patterns
according to colour;
aligning them in rows
according to size.
Some comforted, some injured;
they all tasted different.
Not all of them meant well
and many were ambiguous.
I was bewildered by their variety,
their complex duplicity
and singular simplicity.
Some were sharp and well defined,
others dubious and unrefined.
Although not native to them,
I felt at home in their midst;
and from the time they started
to visit my dreams, I felt accepted
and became one with them,
almost.
You can tell I’m not the real McCoy,
not from the words themselves
but from the way they are strung together:
Byzantine pearls from the Near East
held together by
a Hellenic twist.
Grecians
Hellas and the port of Piraeus hold a memory
in my seafarer’s heart, civilized people, no
they are not leaders of efficiency, but you can
talk to them and expand your knowledge.
Not forgetting whores, they had time for a drink
sharing, a joke, and didn’t hurry you.
In Hamburg, it was never thus, no smiles, no foreplay
efficiency ruled; money on the table, the trousers
down fast, get out, no need to take your
shoes off. Yet the Germans are admired, but
when they have nothing to export
The Hellenic people will go on smoking cigarettes
and being civilized.
He cups the weight of her small breasts,
cradles them with reverential hands,
weighs the balance of gravity,
the pressure of pleasure.
He wonders about this passion
for the petite and elfin,
for the Hellenic perfection of rose and plum,
then recalls his mother,
the push of her tenderness
as she held his face in both her palms
as if he were the substance of her soul.
Now he holds this beautiful woman
bewildered by an artless wonder,
speechless, yet his mouth full
of a heaviness, a sufficiency now released
as the fecundity of rainclouds.
Born of Aphrodite,
in every life graceful.
Born of Aphrodite,
in every life loving.
Bound to children of war,
Sons and Daughters of Ares.
In every life devoted,
To loving and nurturing
In every life hers,
Those children of love.
Born of the love,
the faith,
and the long days of waiting
for the one they knew would come.
A Romios Midsummer’s Dream
In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!
His olive-skinned arms encircled her,
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!
In his forever, velvet, house she chooses
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.
Nothing in this merciless world does she
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!
7/4/2024
Would that this poet were in Greece!
Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands.
Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands.
His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives.
The homes, white, with bright, blue tops.
Her heart beating so loudly, fearing it may stop!
But as the sun sets, she is far calmer.
Her head on his chest, she hears its Greek beat.
Then in Hellenic peace ,falls asleep to it’s melodic treat.
Sappho and Homer, she felt reincarnated.
To pen of love was always her deepest desire!
Deceased ages ago, but love brought back
her pen’s desire!
Dedicated to James
Thank you, dear friend!
8/31/2022
A cop on the Doughnut Diet
Persuaded his wife to try it
As if it were fate
They both ate and ate
Because they loved grease and fry it
They Will Never Understand.....
The fullness of your love that forever is in my hands.
Nor the joy in my heart that lives, though we are miles apart.
People wonder, why didn’t you marry another man?
As if that Hellenic angel, can ever be replaced by another face.
I cannot think of more sadder fate.
Shallow, shallow, they understand me not! I have an eternal mate!
A symphonic joy designed by the fates.
They think I need a ring and white dress and must tie the knot?
I must give up the joy of my life that literally moves this pen?
Never! Not Even tomorrow! What a sorrow!
A fate worse than death and with poison, filled to the brim.
A daily chalice of sorrow to exist in?
I know who I am eternally committed to...
Allow me the space to be me, and please, be you!
My heart made of red roses and the finest lace.
And beats only for his embtace.
In eternity, is our home and everlasting space.
A tapestry of stars, waiting for our eager embrace!
9/15/2021
Remembrances of golden us....
Swaddled in each others' arms...
Stargazing... so midnight sweet!
Tears of joy on my pillow, when I am
Blest to dream of you...you..
My forever, sexy,Middle-Eastern
Baklava, sweetest human-love treat!
Twas in Bagdad by the Bay!
So grateful in that Hellenic Cafe,
When our eyes first did meet.
I have penned of you many times
before and...,
Always, always, you stand..,knocking
at my heart's wide opened door!
Eternally yours,
Panahiota
6/15/2021
Euphoria
E~ Enchanting ecstasy at each glowing
thought of you.
U ~ Unreserved understanding that I do
not write the script for the planet.
P ~ Plato's philosophy is divine, to
question all things mercilessly.
H ~ His Hellenic eyes, sparkling from
Olympus, calling me.
O ~ Openly obeying in dignity,God's
Omnipresence.
R~ Reveling rhythmically, allowing me
to dance to my own poetic beat.
I ~ Increased Integrity founded on
honest individuality at all
costs;razor sharp honesty
A ~ Amethyst Angels, may they bring
inner peace to all of humanity.
June 25, 2020
10am PST
Poem # 1,311
Thou comes to me,
My hymn of deep love.
Satin lips to embrace,
Wrapped in your wings.
Captured by desire's fire!
Enclosed by my warm promise.
To forever be yours,
My Hellenic Angel, my best.
In love, so limitless.
March 8, 2020
7:30am PST
My Greek Fatal Attraction
I just am breathless here with you, swathed under secret, silken sheets.
Blessed as babes in a warm, our warm spring retreat.
I exist from this insane yet tender passion!
Just to listen to the echo of your heart,
With its own Hellenic beat.
Such is my fate and incomparable treat.
You, filling my spirit with joy and starlit satisfaction,
You pulchritudinous man, you!
Driving Panagiota to such divine distraction.
Agapi mou, my fatal attraction!
February 28, 2020
11:45pm. PST
~~~~~~~
Ah, finding the right Greek to go
after!
That stole my soul forever with
love and laughter!
Twas my glimmering treasure trove
to secure.
I admit fully to being anything
but shy and demure!
His buoyancy, his enigmatic zeal
while we soaked our toes in the Pacific!
Sultry waves, alternating between deep
rainbow and holographic.
Kisses, yes,tempestuous and very randy.
The joy of you~tasting like warm, erotic,
Baklava candy!
Oh, don't be still my heart!
That Hellenic lovemaking is quite a lovely
art.
The rational of the planet, think
I am insane!
Good! Let's the two of us go dance Hasapiko,
naked in the rain!
Afterwards don your Greek soldiers' outfit
for me!
Handsome you,in that foustanella now to
please,
Oh, gorgeous Greek, dancing
Tsamiko, my heart pounding.
My decades of passion and love
for you, so Thessaloniki astounding!
At this point,I must stop this late
night quilling!
To be with you, Agape Mou, your
Panagiota is eternally willing!
January 6, 2020
10:30 PM PST
MARIA
M is for Moral, governed by ethics.
A is for Alluring, she draws people near.
R is for Ravishing, Hellenic beauty so clear.
I is for Integrity, your dedication to Truth is always here
A is for Able, in each and every task you do.
~And, I as your Mother, am so proud of you~
Merry Christmas, Maria! Love, Mom
December 4, 2019
I just am breathless here with you!
Swathed under secret, silken sheets.
Blessed as babes in a warm autumnal
retreat.
I exist from this insane yet tender
passion!
Just to listen to the echo of your eternal
heart,
With its own Hellenic beat.
Such is my fate, my dearest, and my most
incomparable treat.
You, filling my spirit with joy and starlit
satisfaction.
You pulchritudinous man,you!
Driving Panagiota to such divine
distraction.
Agapi mou, my fatal attraction!
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