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Panagiota Acrostic
A Panagiota Cocktail.
INGREDIENTS
P~Phoebe, the moon goddess
A~Aphrodite the goddess of love
and beauty
N~Nike, the goddess of victory
A~ Asteria, the goddess of the stars
G~Gaia, the Earth Mother and Moon goddess
I ~Iris, the goddess of the rainbow
O~ Oh, Panagiota, proud mother of a
daughter who has Arcadian roots.
T~ Theia, goddess of of sight and the
bright sky
A~ Artemis~ goddess of nature and
birth.
Mix all ingredients. Handle with love,
care and above all~mirth and enjoy.
**Yia Mas to Peter who suggested this
poem~ means to your health..with
a glass of Retsina. Or whatever Greek
expression you choose or one I do not
know.
Disclaimer:I am no master of the the Greek
language at all nor a Hellenic history major.
My heart beats Greek, if you listen quietly with love
and no judgement. If you could see my heart~ it
is the colors of the Greek flag.
Thanks again Peter!
Panagiota Romios
2/25/2019
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Move Aphrodite the roly poly cherub and his kitty cat are on their way.
Aphrodite was miffed, when Zeus spoke to her so roughly that April day.
She hid in the waves and watched the corpulent cherub and his kitty fat.
They were laughing and dancing, and she very much did not like that.
She plotted to make their art horrible, she wanted them to fail.
Instead they thrived, and frolicked, the kitty flung around his happy tail.
She was irritated beyond irritated, how dare they treat her so mean?
They were frumpy animals, while she was a Goddess, and a queen!
Her jealousy preceded her throughout the rest of the dismal day.
She was angry at their happiness, and their enthusiastic play!
She would have told Zeus off, except he was still kind of the boss.
Unfortunately, she retained a very bad mood, it truly was her loss.
Let's relive that night of nebulas.
Toga night, fearless night!
With Aphrodite dancing clearly in
their sight.
Eros casts his sexual might,.
Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery.
Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy.
Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses.
San Francisco has memories and absolutely no passes.
They still celebrate love each night on their roof.
I hear the pawing of their Unicorn Minerva's hoof.
Two, that chose to love under the gods' directions.
From this earth, their love, a delicate confectionary,
eternal connection!
12/1/2020
10:15pm
Eyes wide-opened by pupils dilated,
Awake dreamers realized elated,
Aphrodite in her flesh graced yonder,
Statuesquely poised, demure, pro-barer.
Facial features well-toned defies contest,
Exposure of her voluptuous breast,
Either symmetry art harmonious,
Rewards untold pleasures of blissfulness.
Graceful steps attuned moves a melody,
Vacant looks follow-through are praised worthy,
Perpetual bounce wanton opulence,
Cruel tricks bravado o'er manliness.
A simple act to impress gave measure,
Strong masculinity pain, and pleasure.
2019 October 15
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables totlal
When I was alone,
At the wintry forest lake,
I think at midnight,
In the dark nights of summer,
The cold against warm,
I wished to Aphrodite,
Maybe Venus too,
Someone could be next to me,
Which was really weird,
For I never loved loving,
Maybe for a change?
After one hundred one nights,
Alas, someone came—
You filled up my empty life,
You hugged me so tight,
Yet for once, my mind felt loose,
It unraveled up,
To let in your affection.
My head spun around,
For this was a first for me,
To get so adored,
That I fell both to loving,
And for your warm love.
It's been long since you arrived,
Yet it never fades.
I kept all the gifts you brought,
Pondering on how,
How did I get into this,
Something so caring?
I really shouldn't complain,
I do admire you,
Every starry tender night,
You make it so endearing.
The crowd bows,murmuring praises,I wear their borrowed wreath,
Ink still wet in their trembling tongues that seek to canonize passion,
They crown my silence,yet my words outlive their marble-
laurel blazes like Gin!Gin!I Love You.(1)
Call me Fear Fokol,(2) oligarchies crumble under verse,
Maspalas (3) fade into dust while marimbas (4) endure,
They misquote me all the time,vorstaan vokol, dololo (5)
Still I forgive them
I did not write for cabinets,but for fevered hearts,
For the silenced whistleblower humming my forbidden name-
My Laurel burns bright like White City Jabavu (6)
Explanation of click sounds of my home village:
1. Gin!Gin!I love You!-This is the safest way for friends visiting to pronounce uMgungundlovu District Municipality in KwaZulu-Natal Province,South Africa. For God's sake leave the pronouncing alone if you're tipsy and you're walking on a slippery road.
2. Fear Fokol: means Fear Nothing and is what the honorable ministers like to call themselves when they intimidate each in their sardine rush to see who can loot from the public purse in record time,as soon as they are appointed to positions of power.
3. Maspalas: Municipality/Municipalities in disguise but in reality crime scenes of assassinations,etc,etc
4. Marimbas: Musical instrument you want played day when you marry or go on a hot date.
5. vorstaan-understand/comprehend
vokol-nothing
dololo-like previous.But ask the Nigerians/West Africans
6. White City,Jabavu-There' an ongoing beef between me and W C J if explain now that exposes my location to my ex and somebody will lose big time.
The age of destiny is unavoidable,
And creeps up on you like,
A shadow in the night.
It completely takes over your life,
Your heart,
your mind and,
Your soul.
Your dreams leave you,
Sweating and in a daze,
Coming out of the dream.
All you know is you must find her.
She's here you can feel it,
Because destiny is waiting for you,
And for her fate is around the corner.
She is your soulmate.
She is your true love.
She is your person,
The only one you turn to.
The only one who truly knows you.
Your heart aches knowing your,
Destiny shall soon come to be present.
The Gods above has ensured,
This will happen.
Aphrodite, Athena and Zeus,
Has shown this to be true.
We shall be together soon.
Distracted I run into a woman,
Knocking her down,
I look down, oh Lauren, it's her,
Holding her in my arms,
Never wanting to let her go,
She said, I finally found you, Cam.
Destiny, Fate and the Gods,
Have indeed prophesized.
We kiss waiting centuries,
To finally meet destiny.
The Gods indeed smile knowing,
Their daughters have finally,
Found each other.
A Quicky
I am on seven heaven;
I have been driven
To write.
I stay up all night,
Sometimes till daylight
Just for a quicky rhyme,
Writing one line at a time
While I’m still in my prime.
Depends on my mood,
When I have an attitude.
My writes can look like I brood,
Or ready to scream;
Or in a daydream.
I’m Aphrodite
In a sexy nightie
out of fashion
full of passion.
Or I’m a bird,
A tiny Hummingbird,
Mimicking Mockingbird.
Or a Thunderbird
Convertible that never stalls
with wide whitewalls.
Please don’t misunderstand,
A lot I planned.
I stay up all night,
Sometimes till daylight
Just for a quicky rhyme.
4/2/2020
Just musing
Had to add a little humor to your life and a little less bad reality.
It’s misty green and blue I bleed from my eyes
And the pale moonlight watches as I tear my shirt
And jeans as I am transitioning from man to wolf
The scent of her clusters of camphire and estrus
Holy smoke and evergreen has got me howling
As the thurible is swung I'm still howling, better run
It’s midnight purple patches that I use to bandage
The wounds after necking with a vampire, in my veins
There’s a fire of passion and I can’t help myself
Ironically, I help myself anyway, to another banquet of kisses
Your porcelain skin, and my engorged eyes filled with skies
This vision let down on a silken sheet, a sight for blood red eyes
Oh the lavender sickness of vervain
And as you wait I have the musty smell of legends
To unfurl, and the crystal ball tells the future and past
Midnight purple patches and misty blue and green
Set the scene combining for this reverie of Aphrodite with arms
More arms than Shiva even Durga to pull at you
Don’t pull me under with you, my life is just beginning
Blackness, please leave me alone, I sleep in silver strands
As sleep demands and the sun is coursing over