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if flowers write about love storms
and the moon obeys the heart’s blaze
would you, O Dawn’s King
become my forever flame ~
the wild-blue fire,
finger-locking our besotted souls…
aching obsessively to taste
the sacred warmth
from the Asclepius arms
of Cephisesus’ spring river
ricocheting and reflecting
the burning desire we breathe…
and I listen ~ in amatory silence,
to your voiced whispers
the slow, soft velour laughter
as you caress my sky
with poetic phrases ~
igniting this ink to release
blooms spooned with fervent sighs
lines linear against
the hysterical history
of hurt without healing…
but if only the petals
floating and
frolicking in the wind
could empathize
with how my lips thirst
with flares of jealous heat ~
wanting desperately
to be the trembling skin
the only zephyr
that touches your smooth silk fever…
O pursuer of pressed passion
my reason to remain alive
relinquish into the orchard
of rooted, clandestine utopia,
where I savor the luscious liqueur
spilling from the titillating tips
of scribbled Shizuka ~
kiss me when the sun sleeps
feel me when the Venus stars awake
dress me in dancing darkness.
I will be the violet spark
to your electromagnetic light…
take me beyond time
eviscerate the
evil threads of illusion
unchain the steel of
our imprisoned pages,
let the words flow as one..
for my heartbeat now
is the sober mirror to your pulse
nevermore remembering
the final glimpse
of an irreversible ending…
** inspired by the artwork The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli ~
And so it begins on a day in spring
On a plant bearing a Greek* god's name
It's as fit for a god as it is a king
And the spring breezes caress it just the same
In a few days the plant will know
If a king will ascend to the throne
And bows its leaves in sunshine's glow
As the royal presence becomes known
Then Zeus roars and it begins to rain
As a thunder storm passes through
Lustrous sun shows his face again
It won't be long till the king's debut
From a silken thread wrapped in disguise
A regal beauty emerges, a jewel in the sun
When its wings dry then it will rise
And do an aerial dance for fun
Crowned by the gods in wings colored bright
The Monarch takes its majestic flight
~ ~
2-11-19
And So It Begins Contest
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*Milkweed is the common name for a group of plants
that belong to the Asclepias genus. This genus of plants
is named after Asclepius, the god of medicine and
healing in ancient Greek mythology.
Back in day (of ma
mum, and perhaps
since time immemorial)
utterances of physicians
nsync with Staff of Asclepius
pounded against floor,
(which wrought
life to entwined serpent,
whose beady
eyed hypnotic power)
understandably
ranked doctors among
near mythical powerful
Gods, who ought
best not be ignored, thus
(then a young Harriet Harris,
now long since deceased)
felt overbearing heft of
medical practitioners final words,
and subsequently would nought
refute, ignore, nor
dispute sacred commandment
hence would n'er be accused
of sacrilegious immodesty,
impiety, or impropriety
(towards medical institution),
and never doubt voice
most supreme in the universe,
thus she felt caught
against challenging authority
meekly surrendered
her only son, bought
with bargaining chip
indubitable faith
in omnipotent equip
ment with hocus
pocus magic to flip
precious life humming along,
or force death grip
upon a lovely boy (christened
Matthew Scott Harris),
at present lapsed beet hip
pea hooping to stave
off crossing the lip
of LX bracket, there
fore reckons a nip
and tuck (think
prefrontal lobotomy),
asper when just a pip
squeak ushered,
where mine existence
could be mortgaged
with accidental,
(or purposeful) slip
of the knife, while
under anesthetized trip
returning minus a mass of
enlarged lymphatic tissue
between the back of
the nose and the throat.
Like A Thousand Fires I Blaze Inwards and Radiate in a Solar Explosion of
Light. I AM The Sun Up High, Scintillating like Stardust in the Night Sky. My
Eyes gleam like Sapphire, my Heart pulsates in Exuberant Flashes of
Brilliance, E=MC Luminance, I AM Luminous. I AM a Cosmic Titan, I AM Iron
Born, drenched in War Paint in Hues of Bonfires and Coats of Armor Lustering
in Gold. I AM Robust and Valiant, Marching through the Empty, Eternal
Hallway in the Crimson Warriors Robe. I AM the Cosmo Man, Breaching
Spacetime into the Ethers Of Victory. I AM GLORIOUS, Wielding the Sacred
Sword Of Liberation, I Rise Upright into Heavenly Abodes and Alchemize my
soul like Asclepius. I Am the Vanquisher of the Lesser Man Within Resurrecting
through the Hells Of Purgation, and Trodding through the Dark Valley as a
Solar Knight holding the Philosophers Stone Of Destiny, I AM ALIVE! I AM a
Lightning Bolt of Pure Power, I AM a Thundering Force Of Infinitude. I AM a
Solar Crusader raising High The Spear Of Science as I march Valiantly into the
Holy Land Of Zion. I Oscillate like a Thousand Bolts Of Lightning striking down
in Accordance To Divine Law. I AM Exuberant, I AM a Diamond Forged Adonis
on a Golden Quest towards realms of Salvation and Tranquility, I Break Bars of
Limitations because I can, and transcend like a Rolling Stone pulsating in
Biblical Amplitudes. I Ascend and touch the Stars, I'm ELECTRIFIED! I AM ONE
with the Pinnacle of Swiftness as I Swiftly reach Enlightenment and become
the Sum of ONE. Like a Thousand Torches uniting together to create a Solar
ZENITH and Purge Out the Golden Sun, I Become The Sun and Shine in a
Blazing Heap Of GLORY, I AM VICTORIOUS!!!
"Curiouser and curiouser!", Alice proclaimed
" eye two, am adore "
Seven ol' kin
on the strong arms
of Seven strong more
Mercurius wings by to sing
" ... Welcome to the game, Ein ..."
Albert said to tangle
so direct in his angle
pressure from the Sun
became my angel
so diamonds
in the dust
became a trust
I reflected...
Homer said two hymns
and so within 33
I selected
two pair
Athena said to Hera
"... the heart of a Lion is there..."
Asclepius ...
when the Moon is high
bring the twins to align the sky
... so eleven walked in
The cure is a miracle
an oracle
as a mirror,
four the mind...
" ... I am and we are Kind;..."
An Astronut, perhaps, but
a funny one too ;)
I am more beautiful than the best English rose
I am educated to a standard you cannot suppose
The riches I hold beyond your wildest dreams
Victoria and David’s envy is bursting through their seams
My intellect high,My nose up there too
Looking on down from this great height, down on all of you
The Greek God of medicine - Asclepius
Would ask his mates "will she come to teach us?"
Newton with his new found laws on motion
After talking to me he would accept a demotion.
Galileo, attributed to discovering the four largest satellites
After talking to me he would not shine so bright
My head is so big with all I the knowledge I possess
My talents are beyond belief
The only trouble is I can’t get through the door
My head is stuck there and it’s giving me grief.
This is an entry for Susan Burch's contest: Ridiculous Self exaggeration, but I fear it has too many lines. The trouble is I cannot take any away because this is me....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay have relented and edited it to the rquired amount x
I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
Asclepius is staring at the beam of a balance,
heart on pan and gold bars opposite
the heart is pastel gray the gold is glittering
the heart not beating the gold glaring blinding the eyes
he ponders which one to keep in order to satisfy his desire
as well as to honor the Olympians: just keep the heart to satiate
Hades by adding one more straying soul to populate the netherworld
and Hera to bring one new life to make the earth younger and more vigorous
but, since he is a medicine god who’s priority is to lessen pain,
comfort grieving hearts and cures diseases, he decides to repair
the heart, his delicate handiwork and magic-touch resuscitate
the heart and make it beat again. Each time the heart beats,
it gets heavier and thereby the beam tilts to side, the gold bars slide
to the heavier side and fall from the pan.
In a moment of bewilderment, Asclepius grabs the gold bars dropping
the resuscitated heart that is, now, beating and pumping air, and in that moment, Alas! a bolt out of the blue struck him and the gold bars in his hand turn to dust.
Asclepius, one cannot build from sand,
Such light and shifting grains as mortals be.
The wind and tide shall warp what e’er is planned,
Foundations fade before the pounding sea.
And yet, when grains of sand flow through my hand,
I smile at warmth and richness I know not.
Through falling columns have the sea I scanned,
As through a fog, and this the vision brought.
Once, weary, weary, weary on the sea,
One weary, wandering sailor, long away.
‘Tis torpor, tempest, tedium, weary he,
When wind-whipped waves whisk words on salty spray.
“Rain-hardened sailor, welcome now,
The ocean storms here mend their ways.
No lonesome mists embrace the prow,
Here glegful otters tend their bays.
This oaken isle, this Avalon,
O’er the futile, beating sea;
This dream-cast realm, this jewel at dawn,
Where thought is regal, talent free.
And here beyond the reach of might,
Where ancient tribal flaws decay,
With cobbled streets and spires alight,
New thought, new form, new love, hold sway.”
When whence these words surveyed had he,
Before his eyes a visage be.
‘Twas older than eternity,
That face that sank beneath the sea.
Oh Asclepius You have honored me by imparting your art. Through space and time I have come to see the lowness of man and also their majesty
Not just to hear but to listen is quickly losing its spark for each patient I see through beurecatic regulation is now merely a chart. Click all the boxes so the government implies doing all this will save your life.
Now I am stripped of all cognition for if I suggest what is not in the box I am guilty of deviation.
I miss the days were the patient could converse and tell me what is happening without some pre printed verse.
The doctor is in but you may not see him. There are PAs , NPs and scribes that wedge in between him.
Like some Kafka novel you meander through hoping that someone can help you .
Finally your time is up. The doctor you hoped to see never showed up. A prescription awaits you at the check out station. You made it, the waiting room breaks out with a standing ovation. You proudly hold you prescription up high. Thank you all and good bye .