What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
Categories:
heracles, joy, stars,
Form: Free verse
"When stars align, and you're on track, she's all signs of the Zodiac"
~ the author, after a twelve-pack
If in your heart (a paradise) I'd delve,
'twould multiply my love for you by twelve.
I would be declared by any jury
completely mad, in a trice or hurry.
Your voice rings in a dulcet twelve-tone scale.
Your eyes enchant and wink behind a veil.
Each hour's an eternity on the clock,
as I wait, impatiently, to unlock
the latch on your affection's secret door,
I'll do the tasks of Heracles and more.
My Guinevere, the queen of ev'ry knight,
my love ever burns for you, twelve times bright.
Categories:
heracles, love,
Form: Couplet
A love that:
Flows so sweet as
ambrosia from Hebe’s
ladle to the cup of
Heracles
or nectar saccharine as
Apollo’s lyre,
carried by doves!
to the heavenly feast
Categories:
heracles, love,
Form: Free verse
As his hands presses against my body like they knew all my curves,
He reaches out and caresses my body with every touch my body resist,
Doesn’t he know the meaning of No?
I wish my body would turn into water… Poseidon,
Take control of his soul like Hades,
Watch him burn like fire,
Doesn’t he know my body is sacred?
Governed by all the Gods,
Treasured by all of the World,
Protected by Heracles,
But Not even the Gods could stop him…
For he knew what he wanted and bribed his way through,
Since when Gods took days off?
He snatched my soul with every stroke,
Devoured my walls with every inch of unprotected lust,
Then he watched me fade away like a drawing being erased because of its imperfection,
Blamed and drained me,
The God’s watched as he detained my soul and dragged me to hell,
Sold my soul for free “ a moment of pleasure”………
Categories:
heracles, anger, anxiety, betrayal, conflict,
Form: Free verse
When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to bear
No more a single thought of gloom or tear
For tangled comes my heart in wreathes of drear
For seeing just the day lie on its bier.
Up at the twinkling summer stars I gaze
And far as any falcon, swift, may spy
Lie constellations whose postures can trace
A story of some wild ecstasy;
A tale of unworldly days of yore
When wine flowed free and through the earth did seep
And Heracles stood tall and Phobetor
Was purely myth to scare the young to sleep.
And as I stare upon these stars, my eyes
Close then and open to new morning skies.
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
heracles,
Form: Rhyme
Adonis in obsidian
Midnight Heracles
My Orpheus, though out of key,
You sing the dark right out of me
Achilles himself had a weakness;
Yours is within your chest:
The golden heart that’s beating
Within an ebony breast
Olympians play chess with their mortals
Hades takes the rest
Still, Iron Apollo,
You rise and set in the West.
Categories:
heracles,
Form: Rhyme
A white city here lies –
a trace of centuries gone.
An old man Heraclitus
awoke freely at dawn.
At the bank of the sea
was a heavenly drop.
In the valley at hills
became ripened its crop.
Great sons of Artemis –
so her wrath to go down –
offered gifts to their miss –
a bleeding girl.
King of all – Alexander
built around a great wall.
Trajan fountain over there
made water fall.
To the Brothel itself,
from the Heracles Gate,
marched a Hellene himself
not afraid of gods` hate.
From far regions away,
from other lots,
brought St. John a God’s word
in the temple of gods.
Marble white shining on,
carcass, pieces and bits.
There is quite Odeon –
its descendants fame is.
Categories:
heracles, history
Form: Rhyme