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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but with a caveat-
Helios pride was his golden herd, indolent and fat,"Do what you will, but don't touch that"
Well, as was their wont, like a terrible refrain, full-weathered from woes and want, but yet unwise,
The crew, overcome by gluttonous greed, slaughtered a heifer, for raucous feast, not sacrifice.
Wild was Helios at this blatant deceit, with terrible curse, banished them all, to wander once again.
So with Helios' curse (and Neptune's help), the ship was tossed and soon lost, all crew were slain.
It was Odysseus alone who was alive, afloat on flotsam, floating about, with fervent wish of death
But sweet surcease was not his lot, more plight was his fate - his tryst was due with Charybdis yet.
Perhaps Scylla was a better bet, in it's slavering jaws a definite death, I think he'd rather have it
But caught he was in Charybdis' thrall, a vortex which ate him whole, and threw him out as spit.
Past the maelstrom's outer whirl was our hero tossed clinging to life's last hope, verily a straw
Floated, the wasted carricature of a man, denied of food and water, no sustenance he could draw.
But perchance the Gods smiled on him, wearied of their devious, puerile games going too long
Odysseus fell on land once more, where restored were life and limb, bewitched by Calypso's song.
Now Odysseus, all said and done, was a man vulnerable to worldly women's wanton wiles
And Calypso was full besot with our hero's lusty frame, his wit, his deeds and charming smiles.
For seven years did he taste bliss, ensconced in Calypso's arms with thought of home amiss
But one day, after seven years, did Caypso, with heavy heart, let him go on pleas of our Hermes.
From Calypso's isle did Odysseus sail on raft, through storm, as was now his habit, and came to Sceria
Where Nausicca, on Athena's urge, gave succor, till he sailed with Phaecians who had trade with Sumeria
The Phaecian ships soon landed Odysseus on fair Ithacan shores where Penelope had travail,
But my dear laddies, I must hie hence, for the Dawn is nigh, of Penelope and Suitors, is another tale.
Concluded
Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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love fleeting
moments
soul controlled
promiscuity &
wantonness
winnow wheat
from chaff
magically
besot
bog-myrtle
emblem
shrewdness
credence
communication
intimacy & physical touch
oversight
laudation
love binds
oozes
matters
expands
prevails. . . and sounds
spiritual
visual
reversal
unperishable
individable
love is all around
love is all about
love is all we ask
love is all we bestow
love is all I have . . .
Joining
flowing counting
growing knowing
asking giving
motivating comforting
having
love is painful
fruitful
disdainful
gainful
baneful
graceful
hateful
archangel
playful
baleful
wakeful
unstable
i love: love
i am so in love
in love with Joy
in love with happiness
in love with anger
in love with frustration
in love with tears
love hurt, love heal, love win, love kill,
love loose, love catch, love toss, love match,
love fall love is right love is wrong,
love is weak, love is strong,
love rise love tall, love smile, love frown,
love stay love cease, love dream love sing,
MICHAEL JACKSON
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They called him a wacko,said he's a cracko;
But on the dance floor,he made them go loco.
He was nicknamed smelly,gyrated his belly;
But he danced like his birth was from a can full of jelly.
Born at number seven will he enter in heaven?
Or just be forgotten like some beaten eleven?
Crooning in paradise or tooning in hell?
Questions unanswered,we want someone to tell.
Was it the doctor who thumbed the door bell?
Was it some drug that rang his death knell?
With loads of talent he did abound,
But couldn't make it to that final round.
It's so sad he had to die,
Depriving fans of that final goodbye.
This genius who did the moon walk here,
Is now hopefully doing it in another sphere.
With his crotch grabbing,anus stabbing,sodomising way,
He was criticised globally for being so gay.
They claimed the young lads he did make lay,
But like a small little child he only wanted to play.
From the Jackson five to being no longer live,
As a music maestro he had unholy drive.
With a journey besot with I don't know what,
Everything came to a gigantic nought.
He began a career "OFF THE WALL"
Became "BAD"and fell to propofol,
If only he'd realised whether "BLACK OR WHITE",
Death is something which is God's sole right.
Life no doubt turned out quite a "THRILLER"
Thinking you're 'INVINCIBLE"can be such a killer.
God doesn't mind a lot of skit,
But for Jacko the wacko he said "THIS IS IT"
-------Prince Freakasso {Artist and Poet}
A storm is brewing as the wind hastens,
the darkening troposphere trembles
with the tornado's teeming tempest afar.
Cumulonimbus clouds meet, gathering to
brood, to share their destructive morose
mood, just as he did that fearful, fateful night
as his friends gathered about taunting him.
This would be no ordinary storm, but a deadly
terrorizing storm exceeding all previous storms.
As the tornado strikes, Hades is awakened
to rise up with Cerberus at his side to
meet the onslaught of obliteration and
blood spilled and spattered with a frenzied
unrelenting wind force exceeding 100 mph.
The house destroyed, his family winging
their way toward heaven's golden gates,
there would be no rendering of redemption.
As the tornado became weak and dissipated,
spent from spinning and swirling its wrath,
its path of decimation and destruction lay
bare with the departed and hard hearted who
cast his lot and became besot to spend his
final unremorseful days of hate with Hades.
April 18, 2016
*Hades was lord of the underworld and ruler of the dead
in Greek mythology.
*Cerberus was the three-headed guard dog belonging to Hades.
To read more about Hades:
http://www.greekmythology.com/Olympians/Hades/hades.html
Note* This poem parallels the wrath and destruction
of a tornado with a man who goes berserk and, during
a frenzied rampage, kills his entire family.
"In fleeting moments of clarity, a non PM declares
*Quote by The Poet.*
. Desolate images flood into the passages of my mind.
Unmistakable sorrow of the darkest kind.
Sinister thoughts overwhelm my form, boiling my blood.
Into the passages of my mind, desolate images flood.
Lost and mesmerised, nothing to remember.
Sadness burns every mellow moment, to just an ember.
Bewildered to the point of being terrorised.
Nothing to remember, lost and mesmerised.
Striving to keep my mind on track, no turning back.
Desperate hope, the demons dont launch another attack.
Dementia besets every strand of willpower I so lack.
No turning back, striving to keep my mind on track.
I know her to be, one that looks after me, I know her care.
Must I be this way, so out of balance, in such despair?
Never meaning to be ugly or shout in rage, it isnt me!
One that looks after me I know her care, I know her to be.
Impossible to cope, sullen thoughts besot my being,
Amble amidst misty smoke that stymies me from seeing.
Yearning for clarity and thoughts for desperate hope.
Sullen thoughts besot my being, Impossible to cope.
This is one of a few sonnets Mystic and I collaborated on
she has left PS and in her honor, I'm posting it
To you Vienna, my writing buddy
To Be in Love
To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeats that enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays a light that clears my view
Such echoed worlds, soft as waves inclined
Submerge through quiet eyes a love so true
My hand entwined in yours, we bond as one
While watching footprints fade in pebbled sand
To spy a reddening sky and setting sun
While falling into night, at stars command
We'll feel the waves upon our warmest skin
And touch the stars, as dawn arouses in
written by Mystic Rose and me
3/3/14
My heart-beating demand a green light
in showy fashioning from your heart
and date cruder fit over pyramids
of nor realities been dressed
I craving mine sweet, info in you
arousing daily with me by anew dawn
from my bedouin as poetry links
whereas various of reasons, I wanna
stop persisting until fulfils it —
secure I’m thou flimsily if wanna you
I could be a thing, your dim moan
my gardens Bud-Peony Roses you own
my savor for, if you endow a light
and the virtual green been
as virtual by engaging rings our desire
And we sweetheart band for eternity
and apiece of anniversary solar day
as impress day in ceremony, and a Red
Rose in bestow give to you
and the Angeles wishes our sleep
by nightly along in advanced for
and nothing thou modified in the far
And toward not down-field we besot.
What
is that blood upon your hands
my one and only child?
Have
you destroyed all our plans
for all your running wild?
Why
do you sit alone and cry,
hot tears upon your face?
I
fear I see the future die,
for all your dark disgrace.
My
spirit flies around the world
and cannot find surcease,
So
bright our ventures were unfurled
and now there's no release.
What
have you done?Come tell the truth,
come to me 'ere I find,
That
you have slain the bird of youth
and left our hopes behind.
"I'll
sail across the ocean blue,
dear Mother don't you fear,
And
I'll return when things are new,
a fortnight or a year.
The
night came in andstole my soul
while conscience was asleep,
I
never meant to take the role
but evil thoughts can creep
Into
the purest mind that rests
besot with spirits bright,
I
owed a thousand more in debts
and could not set it right.
Forgive
me now as I depart,across the rolling sea
I
never meant to break your heart,
Forgive and think of me."
In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot
Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as around its denizens swirled
Diving off an undersea high rise of stones not trodded by men
my own breath becoming troubled she dives deeper and deeper again
Sprinting alleyways on the seas floor between walls cut precisely by time
Or chiseled by The will of God a workmanship sublime
The danger of becoming so fully entranced must remain uppermost in mind
As to aid in the returning to the world of the land breathing kind
Unencumbered free flowing soaring leaping in a single bound
how does she talk herself into returning to this now unhallowed ground
Awash in this world without chaos quieted by purpose of thought
Off the wheel off the chain this my friend can't be bought
Watch it yourself see what I mean live it through the fearless eyes
Of a free diver plunging into the surf to traverse it's watery skies
Robert Burns - P is for Poet.
Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at his graveside.Burns wish was not granted and he died with full military honours with thousands lining the streets of Dumfries, Scotland.
At the graveside the Scots Military fired three volleys as the dirt was shoveled into his grave.
P is for Poet
Peasantry pulled by independent thoughts
Posthumous plaudits, academics besot
Penury not privilege, to which you were born
Poor ploughman's son, sowed our new poetic dawn
Prescriptions for passion and artistic artillery
Paradoxical pilgrim in heaven's distillery
Poetic pied piper, peat-fuelled injected ink
P is for poet, from your chalice we'll drink
Persecuted profile, diagnosis was death
Painful, your passing, blood in your last breath
Pistols point skywards, as Awkward Squad fire!
Pageantry and pomp as dying wish expires.
RIP ROBERT BURNS.