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Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,
That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be told they sneered,
Now not alive a bray a’bird,
Gone are thoughts that thinketh straight,
And now to turn back it's O’so late,
Truth is gone, and truths be’come,
Lies run wild thru’ Urb and slum,
Prove me wrong this not happen,
But wrong they are yet shamelessly clappin’,
All so jolly good way they are,
From the Truth they stay afar,
Given in to the delusions be,
These strange worlds move so surreally,
That eats place a first a crown,
And Wannabe’s laze and fuss arroun’,
Talks about this and that and all that’s good,
Ney earn their money and cry for food,
When not given they stage a protest,
What they think is unjust!
But truth be told they sloth all day,
Sit around and laze away,
Their youths burnt dry, so willfully done,
When the brave reproaches them, they rant and away they run,
Sad to see, this is our reality,
Where all but’s none have time for thee,
Where life’s no respect and death appraise,
No wonder! They fit in with Artemis’ ways,
Tis’ are days of Noah’s time,
Filled with false hate and unwanted slime,
The hot is cold and the cold is hot,
They should be left to these ways to rot,
For no amount of reproach or preaching change they,
They want to remain that way,
So, let it be and move on in life,
Find a place to settle, build a home with your wife,
But when they come, O’Brave men of life,
To scandal your family and toss the knife,
Don’t debate them in anyway by words,
Take up your weapon and massacre they featherless birds,
Let them cry foul, whine and weep,
For they are into misery so deep, even the good that they do is evil so steep,
Let it be, let it be and protect your families,
From these so called ‘Justice Warriors of all the Sissies.’
What is well, when men of old just a teen,
Went to war for freedom’s freeing,
No scandal was found heard, no loose talk in the winds,
They wives waited for them, rather than sinned!
But if now one were off, to fight for justice cause,
In their absence does much spend, party’s all that splend.
Not all I say that way be done but are true, true indeed to none,
Tis’ a tragedy with my pen and ink I write and run.
Come O Muslim, Come Back to Our God,
The Holy Trinity One Lord, Before late it be,
Come O Muslim, Come back before Damnation do thou see
Can you not reason out of heart,
That you have been Misled, O' Torn apart,
Wrapped around the Lie of Lies, did that Bastard Mahomet bring,
A 'Book' so hideous, Hellish Destruction does it sing
We see with our eyes, the Fruits of his Tree,
Bitterness, hatred and bloodshed a-fire ranging sea
No rest at all, this did John speak,
A place of endless misery bloodshed, hatred and tears that fall a'weep.
What O what has this Snake done to you all Ishmaelites?
He has poisoned your minds and hearts,
That thou are blinded by it, thou not see Love
This is your punishment as well as mine,
For Faith in Jesus Christ, God decrease it well,
Now God sends this Curse right from the pits of Hell,
And as all the Saints do Fearlessly Proclaim,
Those who Follow Allah and is False Prophet are Dammed over and over again.
Time will come When Bel will bow,
Time will come When Artemis will die,
Time will come When Lilith will suffer,
Lucifer and his devilish Mohammed will face the Wrath of Yahweh
Then O Muslim, no more shall thou be called so,
Then Son of Ismael, will bow down and reconcile and God will he adore,
My heart till then is torn apart,
To be Roman Catholic and Love a Muslim Girl,
Now I feel Prophet Hosea's pain,
The Pain he felt when God's Cries to his people went in vain.
I hope that one day through her souls will be save,
Now I am the Lamb that God must slaughter to win her heart a-wave,
The day will come when her eyes fills with tears,
Gone will I be then, Done my Work as God's Chosen One.
She'll think back in year, Her torment will be this New Cross She bears,
Her thoughts on God and me alone,
In her age she will die a heart rendered, a-torn.
But this will be a beautiful thing, For she will join me in True Paradise,
And together with the Choirs of the Angels to our Lord and God Jesus Christ Shall we Joyfully sing!
God Have Mercy on the Muslims and Lead them Back to you!
I am your Instrument, Break my heart a'blue!
I am your Chosen Emperor, Sent to Raise the Roman Catholic Faith!
Subdue the House of Hagar, the 'Cross Bearers' shall definitely take!
A gift to the Church a Muslim's Faith,
Sometimes it is necessary on them a War we'd make!
Amen!
"What were you doing around here," I said.
"Don't you know what happens to men who are
Caught by my huntresses?"
The man built up his courage and stood up
His eyes traveling the course of my body.
My body would not be used to pleasure him so,
I swiftly punched him in his jaw.
My renewed strength was a blessing
For it sent the man flying back to the ground.
I murmured a thanks to Zeus for clear skies this night.
"O beautiful Artemis," he quickly said. "I only had one wish,
That was to be able to see you in your glory.
Though it may cost me my life; It was well worth the price."
His prattle scratched at my nerves.
"You stupid man," I said to him.
"I will spare your life for it will not be I who kills you."
I snapped my fingers and the man was transformed into a Weasel.
His new body let out a human-like squeak of surprise.
I held my hand out and my spear came soaring
Through the air straight into the palm of my hand.
The spear head began sparking and I grinned joyously
As the weasel began to try to escape
From the circle my huntresses had formed around him.
"It is quite obvious that you thought I would spare your life so,
You could go back to your friends and tell tales about surviving me.
For that, your death shall be one of humiliation
Without any degrees of honor. Dishonor shall be placed on your family."
All of my huntresses began summoning their spears
And the weasel began to dance around the circle agitated.
Taking turns, the girls began stabbing at the weasel.
Occasionally, they would scratch the worthless animal.
My heart swelled with pride as one of my girls
Finally managed to spear the weasel.
She lifted her spear into the air, holding the carcass up
For all to see. The girls roared in applause.
My heart felt huge in my chest
As I watched the girl's sisterhood bond.
They and the moon were all that I would ever need.
The girls dropped the carcass to the side of the field
And they began to head back to our camp.
Once they were gone, I looked up at the moon
as the light swirled back around me like a good bye.
And so the sun came up and I retired to the camp
The girls had set up for us to wait out day,
Before we could travel again
Under the peaceful darkness of the night
With the light of my mighty moon.
This be said, a sad a state,
How long can heroes duly wait?,
Everything has got a name,
Be brave to call it so, a game!
The world amidst all confusion be,
This for that and that for this, tossed sinfully,
Safe Space, your right and my right to be,
In truth, a hodgepodge of Baloney!
In all its forms this selfishness'd,
Prides the lives of one an all, stays the people a sad oppressed,
Given in them, no point to say,
Let them live this lunacy,
Sounds so cruel but Excuse me!
I’m either hot or cold, not an ecstasy!
That does all work, and silence still,
When words need said, said it will,
For then on now, the world be warned,
Of this birth, diabolical beyond,
Which Artemis and Her Dragon sees,
Weakness now in your knees,
No wonder swayed our youth today,
Cannot distinguish night or day,
That come in twist a lisp to spit,
Corrupts the hearts by nasty wit,
Steals our youth and dries our bones,
Let us stop chatting and skip those stones,
In the outdoor a'chances take,
One day at a time, our lives we make,
Facebook, Facebook all the way,
Our brains be dull and thus sull-day,
And Twitter tweets and tweets all wrongs,
They are Sirens! Beware O’Youth of its songs,
Tik Tok Tik Tok all a’show,
A sinister plot lies below,
Waiting for posts all day long,
Keep it not waiting for your song,
And you will see that how you spread,
A weapon concealed to final bled,
That catch you off guard when you sleep,
Too late to realize, you endlessly weep,
When confronted, you cry a'foul,
A wolf you say, a wolf you howl,
But truth be told a’blind doth all,
If you don’t let go, into the pit you fall,
Call it what it is, its name,
Things they are, they are same,
Be not afraid by, all doth say,
Hold your guard, stand up every day,
Unless you learn to 'Call it thee,'
Its name by nature it must be,
Called out and challenged by the sword,
This sinister coward, a croaking toad,
Only then you shall see,
As clear as daylight, that hidden hypocrisy all the way,
But who’s to tell? Our youth be told,
Spit at you, thus snarl and scold,
Only prayers by parents said,
On bended knees and skin that bled,
So that youth may preserve,
For the future up soon, soon a curve!
For God Sake 'Call It what it is!!'
The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption
She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away, vanquished all its blues.
From a verdant forest spring she arrived
relieving me of life sadly contrived.
None other could love and give any more,
she a goddess sent from paradise shore.
When asked why she came to me to now bless
no words came, my sins too sad to confess.
Yet her Light and Grace healed this broken soul
for this world had taken its heavy toll.
Of Asclepius* blood, healing her art,
body, soul and mind, first target the heart,
faithful daughter, resplendent her warm glow
sent to heal and allow this soul to grow.
She freed my body from its scars and burns
from ghosts of past buried in hidden urns,
the mind confused by treachery and lies
and the soul ready to face its demise.
Her enchanted charm revived my delight
to view the world in a generous light,
for the mind to stand firm, no longer wilt,
with redemption free the burden of guilt.
Once a broken man, forsaken lost soul,
I now stand stoutly with a heart that’s whole.
With Apollo’s blood vibrant are my veins,
by lease of life, released from morbid chains.
Verve restored by Aceso’s healing might
with radiance to end my sorry plight.
Healed with love in atonement of past crimes
with kindness I share life’s eternal chimes.
Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Gren
7-05-2018
(1.) Asclepius*, see note above..
(2.) Aceso’s , ( Aceso (the goddess of the healing process )
(3.)Apollo- Greek Mythology -
Apollo was one of the most versatile of the Greek gods. His domains extended from poetry and music, to light and truth, and archery.
His mother was the Titan Leto, whose tryst with Zeus angered Hera. The Queen of the Gods tormented Leto, sending the monster Python to chase her across the whole world so she could find no safe space to bear her children. However, Leto found safe haven on the isle of Delos and gave birth to Artemis and then Apollo.
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Note- With deep gratitude I present this collaboration written with my good friend Teppo Gren. A wonderful friend and truly amazing poet. A sonnet master that awes me with every poem he posts..
One evening my dog and I discovered a nature enveloped trail and we went for
a walk. In the dandelion laden grass we encountered a grazing doe with two
identical looking offspring. Unexpectedly, a taller than average woman stepped
out from behind a laurel with her bow drawn and the arrow pointing in our
direction. Frozen with fright, I could not talk.
A golden arrow spiraled from her bow and whizzed by my dog and I. It felt as
though my heart jumped out of my chest and into my throat. With my heart
still racing-I turned to see her intended target. I had such a feeling of relief that
we did not die.
The arrow hit a black panther that had been silently stalking. Upon hitting the
panther, the arrow made a loud popping noise and seemed to disintegrate into
thin air. The arrow left behind a cloud of golden dust and flakes. I was reduced
to jaw-drop gawking.
The black cat shrieked, jumped, and bolted into the wooded darkness. I turned
again to look at the woman and noticed a dog at her side. Her dog had a
slender build, floppy ears, and a narrow face. The woman had long shimmering
blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attitude with a hint of starkness.
She was wearing what appeared to be ancient Greek clothing and knee-high
lace up rawhide boots. And, she was wearing a tiara made with golden leaves
and honey suckle. She had an aura of a goddess. I thought she must have
been reared in the realm of the gods with Mount Olympus being her roots.
This now gentile woman, knelt down, extended her hand, and summoned the
doe and her twins. To my amazement, they complied without hesitation. I
thought she must be a mixture of darkness and light. After all, it’s the
perfection of balance that wins.
After petting the deer, the huntress stood up, nodded in my direction, and
strolled off with her hunting dog into the fir ruled forest and disappeared out
of sight. My dog and I returned home and while doing chores later that
evening, my attention was drawn to a painting that I had of a goddess and her
dog. With wonderment upon my discovery, I grinned with delight.
Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I
Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch
You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no one to embrace you in the grave.
The joys of love are for the living.
But in Acheron, dear virgin,
we shall all lie dust and ashes.
—Asclepiades of Samos, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Let me live with joy today, since tomorrow is unforeseeable.
?Michael R Burch, after Palladas of Alexandria
Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night:
his owner’s faithful Maltese...
but will he still bark again, on sight?
?Michael R Burch, after Tymnes
Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks;
our cat bit off your unlucky head; my offended heart still balks!
I put you back together again and buried you, so unsightly!
May the dark earth cover you heavily: heavily, not lightly...
so she shan’t get at you again!
?Michael R Burch, after Agathias
Hunter partridge,
we no longer hear your echoing cry
along the forest's dappled feeding ground
where, in times gone by,
you would decoy speckled kinsfolk to their doom,
luring them on,
for now you too have gone
down the dark path to Acheron.
?Michael R Burch, after Simmias
Wert thou, O Artemis,
overbusy with thy beast-slaying hounds
when the Beast embraced me?
?Michael R Burch, after Diodorus of Sardis
Dead as you are, though you lie as
still as cold stone, huntress Lycas,
my great Thessalonian hound,
the wild beasts still fear your white bones;
craggy Pelion remembers your valor,
splendid Ossa, the way you would bound
and bay at the moon for its whiteness
as below we heard valleys resound.
And how brightly with joy you would leap and run
the strange lonely peaks of high Cithaeron!
?Michael R Burch, after Simonides
Keywords/Tags: ancient, Greek, epigram, epigrams, epitaph, epitaphs, translations, elegy, elegies, eulogy, eulogies, death, grave, funeral, lament, mourning, loss, pain, bereavement
O glorious Autumn of melancholic
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A myriad of rustling contentment,
Sweetest contrasting charms,
Complimentary...
Softly whispering leafy hues...
Hushed...most elegantly serene.
Bursting into the swelling copses
And invading between the
Dwindling fields:
Auburn, primrose and lilac views -
Abundant with seasons
Celebrations
That so magnificently infuse!
Glowering in simmering sunset,
And spluttering in misty dawn:
Afire with all the orbs oozing
Revelry,
That upon barkened furniture,
To thus gild - and resplendently
Adorn!
Now is the time
That dry tinkling leaves
Give musical resonance
To a breath exhaled from
A breeze...
Fanning the boughs roaring flames
That each out-stretched branch
does eagerly seize,
Fired from the eternal torch
That immortal Ceridwen tirelessly
Sought;
Whilst I hang upon evocative
Memories
That this arresting moment briefly
Caught.
Blazing with a consummate passion
Ignited from a poets grappling
Thoughts:
The Muses to this joyous splendour
Were summarily summoned
And brought;
But as elusive as the enchanting
Notes
From the intoxicating pipes of
Evasive Pan...
So as elusive the words of the
Unwritten verse
That so evade this singular man.
So burn! You gaily painted colours,
Within abandoned restrain,
Your dizzying carousel
A whirling kaleidoscope
Upon an artists ever changing frame.
Soft ochres and dappled browns
Mixed with vivid orange and crimson
Red...
Applied lavishly from the palette
Of Artemis
Over which the vibrant pastes
Are thinly spread.
A riot of pastel shades
All exploding forth -
With the raging power of a
Supernova
Of an immense, dazzling force!
All hail to the almighty:
From the devout to the Divine...
And all hail to the Grandeur
And Majesty -
Of his awe-inspiring design!
Billy tried to woo her with poem and song
A guy that had never loved anyone long.
Yet to her, he felt a great bond
Like a swan naturally wants a pond.
To swim in its watery depths unknown
Have children with, to love after they’ve grown.
Alas, his heart couldn’t bear anymore
To her, his trifle play was such a bore.
So, he followed the lonely road of Providence
And in these parts he hasn’t been seen since.
She lived the life she always dreamed
The stars were her eyes, how they beamed.
Her hair flowed like the honey of a bee
Never to be captured, always free.
“Oh, Artemis Goddess of the hunt”, she would say
“One gift I need this I pray”.
“If any man can race me and fairly win
May he release me from thine service, without sin”.
“If he is unworthy and can’t claim the distance
I shall slay him for you quickly in his stance”.
So, the bravest across the land ran for her beauty
But in the end they were all killed cruelly.
Then it happened the month of July
Someone familiar came back to die.
Once again, he asked for her hand in love
Pleading, “God’s power is greatest from above”.
His words were heard but not addressed
"Artemis with the death of his soul I shall be blessed".
Then the next sunrise the race was on
And before he knew she was gone.
He ran and ran for his hearts desire
Praying, “God give me the speed that I require”.
When he finally arrived at his destination
She was there, preparing desecration.
He did not cry, not even to pray
Her words made him ready to meet the grave.
On her altar, her knife flew down
He knew very soon, he would wear a crown.
Flashing in the evening light, it sank in his heart, fully sheathed
Some say that moment she didn’t breathe.
Days so many have came and passed
The death of more suitors and heroes she did amass.
He was slain the lucky month of seven
For a pagan’s love he didn’t make heaven.
Her beauty was great, greatest to have ever been
Still, Artemis had to grin.
For a loyal servant she has to the end.
***At the bequest of a friend
or two this poem is a
continuation of Tennyson''s
'Ulysses'; though I don't
expect much glory for this
write, it was one of my
finer poetic attempts;
especially Tennyson who
I think was perhaps the
best.Like Ulysses,
Telemachus, his son now,
speaks to the masses in my
continuation...***
" On the great mount I have stood,
upon the shoulders of my father,
Ulysses ----
and I too tasted of war and conquest
and the breadth of many soul;
'lesser' men have thirsted less
than I, and fell to vice;
What 'fair' dole to fortune that I have
drank a mighty more,
yet have lived to wake with warm wife,
though their faces haunt the drears
of night....
Hammer ringing Plains of Troy
where Zephyr sleeps her lair,
and whispers upon the world
peace ----
then war, and legions carrion,
then better days come round;
When the apple of life is a fairer fruit,
and the tenants of Mother Earth
wiser with their short stay,
teach soft love ----
and make mighty the low,
and not a stomach tis barren ----
But alas! ----
Many moon has passed
since Odysseus walked The Isle
and pledged a greater good,
and 'tis darker yet lighter
these strange 'new' days
swift with doom, yet hope ----
resting always in her Helicon Hills;
The happy Isles lie 'neath the heart
which beats a tender song,
spirit of the Brae and vales.....
and the seas with their threshing ----
now they long the Lover''s Field.....
and Artemis to rear thy golden Kin,
the morning star thy diadem,
Aeonian with ancient youth;
Too long have the people wailed! -----
yet as deep earth must cry they -----
to the gods,
with one voice in the booms of thunder
and cracks betwixt the brooding night;
For justice too often sleeping
in her shady slumber.....
.....the snoring lion lazed
and stretched out in the fields of Troy,
The tongue-less Voice would call them
Lords of Peace;
(End of Part One)