Long Atropos Poems
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Sweetness Ordained
Can you remember
a smell
or only a fact
Can a bakery
in passing
free a memory lapsed
A sensory
flashback
its sweetness ordained
Olfactory joy
surviving time
— and the flame
**
Breathing Closer
Death
I hear thee coming
but still see thee not
Death
your chilling shadow
Atropos casting lots
Death
breathing closer
inhaling my soul
Death
by day silent
— the darkness extols
**
Dark Symbiosis
You heard me whisper
I heard you cry
You tracked my footsteps
which bade goodbye
A star crossed tandem
in shared release
Dark symbiosis
— of love’s retreat
**
A New Calling
Don’t ever let life
deprive you
of what only
death can claim
Each day of excuse
and diverted
dreams
will lock your hope in chains
Only when final
divinely
inspired
and stepping through the wind
Toward a new
calling
and fresh paradigm
— are we blessed to rebegin
**
“Liminal”
At the threshold point
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity
Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl
Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past
Three graces
Three fates
Clotho spins
Lachesis deals
Atropos cuts
Another missing
watches her Moirai patiently
and waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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"Basic Instinct", The Acid
https://youtu.be/kOucrAFX810
“A window within the soul to see
Light and Magick I send with thee
Be strong, be brave, make the right choice
Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice
Know that I am watching from above
And that always, always, the answer is Love...”
1. Liminality
2. Moirai
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Lachesis measures without pause or slip,
Deciding the length of life's band
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Atropos carries the scissors that clip
The thread where her sister commands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Every last soul becomes a conscript,
Drafted to heed their demands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
With each stolid snip, our free will is stripped
As Fate's fluid flames are fanned.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
*Based on Greek Mythology's "Moirai"
"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at bowls use; bowels feared,
not ground hugger, but mid-road, four feet cleared.
Eye catchers, nose losers; scent attracts foes,
begs Ruth from deer, rabbits ... cuts Atropos,
relevant, floral events, vast numbers,
eyes lacking, vainglory lapping ... wonders.
Attract bees, butterflies, and egotism,
flowers have that novel effect on schism.
(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold
Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.
Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.
(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth
Open the gift
There's a key
That would lift
Untangle the ribbon
Before Atropos does
There's no Anteros
But here's me, so Live!
(Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.)
(3)
Anteros punished him
With golden arrow, aimed.
Then Atropos took the lead
Called Clotho, commanded
To twirl the thread.
And peace, at last!
Cornucopia of tranquility
With Zephyros's breeze.
And Notus hid, in slumber cast.
(4)
In South's sleep,
Boreas awakes
Euros's Deciduous dispersed
Nostalgia to Phthonos
Oh Hera, can he be claimed?
Where in Anemoi,
will Eros's arrow hit
Or can Oizys grief beat?
The heart of this man has left.