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Beneath the blazing chariot of the Sun,
The fields lay golden, harvest nearly done.
Apollo’s lyre still hums in heated air,
While dryads dance with loosened, flowing hair.
Yet whispers stir where russet leaves descend,
And Zephyrus his gentle breath will bend.
The Horae turn the key to autumn’s gate,
And winter waits with silent hands of fate.
The nymphs retreat as chill invades the glade,
While Persephone walks the twilight shade.
Her mother weeps; the furrows lose their green,
Demeter mourns what once was summer’s sheen.
The grapes grow dark, and Bacchus drains his bowl,
As frost begins to claim the mortal soul.
Now Artemis with silver shafts will roam,
Through amber woods where stags have made their home.
Her hounds pursue beneath the copper sky,
While fading swallows trace their southward fly.
Fair Chione strews her crystal veil on earth,
While hearths grow dim and silence mocks their mirth.
Then Boreas with icy fingers sweeps,
And silent Pan among the snowdrifts sleeps.
Selene rides her argent path serene,
O’er fields that sleep beneath a glassy sheen.
Then Nyx extends her ebon wings on high,
And veils the frozen world from starry sky.
Through shadowed paths where mortal footsteps cease,
Swift Hermes guides the shades to realms of peace.
And Orpheus, whose lyre once charmed the dead,
Now strikes a mournful chord for warmth that fled.
Make no doubt about it
from the top of the world
I'll shout it
baby I want you as my own
Some thing is making
me crazy
thought it wouldn't fade me
til I looked at the ring you have
back then thought I'd understand
Never thought you'd betray me
never thought this would say me
now here I am all alone
Better get myself together
Find away to nevermind the weather
keep myself from feeling all alone
When the doorbell rang I wandered
Glad I got the second chance for it
Got so tired of being alone
Artemis ocarinist: lute:lute:lyre:lyre
fowl the films of castipal
directional amifcant
Seagal and Shuster
Excaliber and Valkyrie Dune
Docter Savage
Doc Savage
Who is Docter Sinsiter?
Doc, Doctor?
Docter Sinsiter!
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!
Artemis hunts again.
Goddess of the wild, of childbirth, and children.
A nurturing visitant accompanied by her nymphs.
She hurtles through the void of space to pirouette the Moon.
Wise with earthly virtue, she becomes a chariot for the stars.
Artemis hunts again.
We join together to watch her mission.
We forget our differences. Is this a momentary solidarity?
She teaches her lessons of kindness and compassion.
What have we learned? Are we listening?
Artemis hunts again.
Rockets explode into the pitch-black vacuum,
floating away from orb Earth, a crystal ball out the window.
Swinging into the deep shadow behind pallid ghost Moon.
Swinging round and careening back to Mother Earth.
What kind of adrenaline rush must this be?
Artemis hunts again.
Protector of wild animals and children.
May she protect the astronauts she now carries.
In this vile season of cruelty, we need her more than ever.
Men of power use their station to ravish the tender.
May she protect young girls from rape and abuse.
May she turn all the abusers into stags or bears.
Artemis hunts again.
Her descent back to spheroid Earth brings her home.
Some will worship her in cults of forests, lakes, and springs.
Others believe her to be the goddess of the Moon.
Fragrant nature will welcome her with fecundity,
while the world of humble humans
celebrates her return.
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
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Word Maneuvers in F Sharp Minor
As it goes, so it goes.
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
It’s fat green belly filled with flies,
You and I will do the same, indeed,
We will find utter solace under a moving cloud,
We will wish for an escape from the piercing onslaught,
We will wish for an end to the pain and abject sadness,
Of daily life on this staggering planet;
But instead, as carnivorous time eats its way forward,
We too will be absorbed into the Beast,
Into which all are eventually swallowed whole,
We will be digested by the darkness.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
You and I will do the same.
We will spend our lives hunting,
And being hunted,
By the masticating microbes of infinite space;
We will all be an ingredient, at last,
In something else’s soup.
And what is our end, honey?
What factors are there in our ultimate demise?
Here, take my hand and let me hold it.
We will soon enter into the room of pillows.
It’s down the dark meandering hallway,
Past the statue of a kneeling Artemis,
Inside, you will find fiery explosions;
That of instant death upon the battlements.
We will be vacant from the universe,
For a second….
As the blooming centrix flower bends,
And waits for pulsing Time to ejaculate,
We will watch its wondrous presentations,
We will lie askew, and count our moles
With trembling erect appendages.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
Oldest tree,
where Black River old-growth weathers
wetland over millennia.
Your ancient sinker roots
in dank swamp muck.
Primordial conifer,
Are you the sacred tree of Artemis,
or part of Aristotle’s potential actualizing?
What epic epoch do you realize?
What timeworn bones in your woodland knobby knees?
Your primeval bark peels the pages.
Your hoary trunk holds the saga in wooden tissues
of flood and drought, fire and freeze.
Patient and resolute, growing, undergoing,
unrelenting in the passage of episodes.
The endless patterns of wild came and died.
You watched liars lie and cheaters cheat.
You watched men in war and peace like brief mosquitoes.
What human acquaintance impressed you?
Was it Native Americans you first encountered?
Your bare boughs advance aloft in steady penetration,
a secret sapience silently submitted.
We, the fleeting fevered furious might grasp
your stable constant lessons of careful exhibition.
You reach ever and ever for larger continuance,
pending purpose for your conscientious growth.
Life’s intention is your sufficiency.
Flourishing in your adapting seasons.
Yes, we too can reach and rise in rapture.
The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The tow’ring trees with their branches widespread
Sift light which falls like a golden shower
(As when Zeus to Danaë’s chamber came)
Reaching the moist earth joyful to receive
The warmth that causes all flora to breathe--
From the stoutest bough to the smallest leaf.
This place is where once Artemis had played,
That shielded her form from unworthy eyes;
And Narcissus--that handsomest of men--
Unfortunately met his tragic end.
The forest tells stories to willing ears;
I find it to be a most loyal friend.
So I come to this most sacred of ground
Where voices from the past can still be heard
From the crisp rustling of the fallen leaves
To soft breeze blowing through the foliage,
Or from water dripping from moss to moss,
To echoes like sighs from a bygone age.
I come to this place to communicate
My joy, my sorrow, my triumph, my pain;
And always the forest listens to me,
And judges not my many flaws and faults:
A small part of me the forest contains,
While a big part of it in me remains.
May 5, 2024
Among 2nd Place
Delphic, Delusion, Disaster, Dauntless Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Rays of moon are no longer a light
To me, it reminds for what I was bright
For me it feel the worst of all my banish
At least my bars treat me well - not as me rubbish.
How I went through the backdoors of huge mansions at nights
Oh god, I looked inside!, is what I recall from this lights
Although they say it is full days, that I am deserved to be punished
Truth is this night with the moon in that sky - which really makes me vanished.
Although I tested my skills ,with the men who had more cash to move
I never thought to hurt, the lambs who try the everyday mooch
So why every nights? , you hunt me with your virgin troop
Oh..Artemis! Let me rest with my eyes shut down - so no more rays go through
Foundation.
If your higher self had a voice, what would it say?
Something like below, I hope.
Salute.
Title:
Be a Warrior.
Mirroring from the Abyss.
(A lone voice whispers)
My name doesn't matter,
My narrative you may try your hardest to shatter
You may smirk at my goals and dreams
You may try to erase them with cruelly whispered jibes
But I have an alibi
I'm a warrior just fiercely striding forth
Conquering fear and doubts daily
I wonder upon criticism's invisible shores and still overcome so much more
I am an immortal composed of sinews saturated with the ever glowing bright stars
Look at me
You green eyed beauties
Watch me rise above your worthless words and cries
Watch me soar as I pursue dreams and yours just linger confused and die
For I'm Artemis or Hercules rolled into one
I'm my moon and everlasting sun
The winds just silently whisper my name
The stars shine
Guiding my ways as I run
I'm just me
I always rise whatever the crowd says
And it's that sweet thought I'll continue
Until the end of my days
For I'm a Warrior
Just sent by my God
To help guide others
As I find my way
(C)
Copyright John Duffy