Long Chariot Poems
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POET'S HONEYMOON
Pretend we're on a poet's honeymoon
Let's dance atop the Massifs on the moon
We'll get our fill of Milky Way's champagne
Behind a chariot of stars, the twain
Each star a stepping stone of Heaven's rune
That leads down to a luminous lagoon
And when Andromeda begins to wane
We'll take our muses to another plane
Riding on the shooting star, we will croon
Rhapsodying together, hearts in tune
Lost in love, our muses will not complain
As we set foot in Sombrero's domain
Each planet, we'll decorate with festoon
And get drenched in Saturn's diamond monsoon
Once heights of passion with words, we attain
Back to earth, where we can pretend again.
Form: Rhyme (10 syllables)
26.03.2023
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3/24/23
Daniel Turner Joanna Daniels
oh baby
sweetest honey
inside beautiful princess
you blow
this heart
exploding feelings
emotions piece together
you got me
in the soul
nice one
sweet baby
talking buttercups
warm melting butter
blowing a sugar
coated kiss
floating on wings
butterfly flutters
warming within
touching the heart
embracing you
my endearing love
holding sweetly
the soul
lights up
a fireworks display
sparking souls
touching soul explode
sparking hot energy
igniting skies
a blasting
erupting display
of love's beauty
one chariot
on fire
she's hot
melting together
sparking flames
lights up
the skies
for you
baby love
His name, like ointment, soothes. His mighty love
is like the chariot horses of Pharaoh.
His scent is myrrh; His eyes are of a dove.
He feeds among the lilies; He’s a roe
which through my window shows Himself to me.
His countenance is fair; His kiss like wine.
The rose of Sharon and a King is He.
I’m His, and my beloved, my friend, is mine!
His honeyed voice will thrill on hills in spring.
Where pomegranates bud, the roe will run.
I’m sick with love, and that is why I sing
For Him, the apple tree, the choice, pure one!
I sit beneath His shadow and I eat
With great delight His fruit so very sweet.
(Based on my interpretation of various verses
From all 8 chapters of the Song of Solomon.)
For Sara's Kendrick's Contest: "Song of Solomon"
chariot of outreach,
i do a moderate dance
in the form of a stomp
on your existence
as i gallop into the wide
unknown of your most
feeble pleasure, i recall
a windy dawn in which
you howled my name
when i chose not to respond,
you took it upon yourself to
throw a blizzard party in the sauna
i the decided to dispose the ****
seepage of your misnamed moniker
of a love unconditional
the windchimes catching the aggressive
blows of the deluge defy the reasonable
rudiments of rhythm
as a result, i become silly putty in my own
hands, and i blow out the candles knowing
now what it will take to etch the purity of love
in the eternal emission of time....
Hippolytus and Phaedra In Declining Orbits
Hippolytus and Phaedra, a Euripides sad story
Phaedra wants sex with Hippolytus, (her step-son)
She tries every trick in the book for her own glory
Hippolytus, illegitimate son of Theseus, (king of Athens)
Phaedra, his wife was not very nice
Theseus wants his son dead for what he tried to do
Hippolytus, (sworn to chastity) plus, he wants men
Unjustly charged for compromising Phaedra
Banished by his dad
Died slowly from injuries brought on
In a bad decision
Incurred by a chariot collision
Phaedra orbits in another world, from another planet
She hanged herself, which brought attempted incest to an end
Hippolytus travels in his own universe, he too is dead
Once a milky winged stallion,
I mistook you for an angel.
I believed your majestic prowess.
Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot.
Once the sparkling points of night,
I mistook you for sky magic.
I believed immortal your cosmos,
your dazzling namesake array.
Then your avatar sold oil.
I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps.
I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons.
I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker.
Then your appellation found home in the dirt.
Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes,
tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy
for any perversion of power.
I weep now knowing how far you've fallen.
I should have known.
You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.
Rispetto for Selene
(What Makes the Moon Glow)
Goddess Selene, her full face milky white,
rises from the ocean, the Radiant One.
A chariot she rides in the sky of night,
while her thoughts are on her dear *Endymion.
So he’d never die, this man, Selene’s love,
must sleep forever, dreaming of her above.
She comes and lies with him, but he doesn’t know
the dream is real and their passion makes her glow!
*In mythology, Endymion (en-dim-ee-uhn) was a
very handsome shepherd who fathered 50 of
the Goddess Moon's Children (all while in his sleep!!).
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's
INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY Poetry Contest
"Matthew Songs"
they sing their Matthew songs to me
Heaven’s hold is paved by stains ingrained
in glory dream streets of burnished gold
angels crowned by The shining nebulous, like poker cards fold
their heads bowed low to a mystery risen riding clouds
that fly across an empyreal chariot sky
all shades of intermittent blistering blue,
their memories now far away long gone
deliverance is a waited negotiation
heavy between two ancient warring souls,
twin flames – God,
and the one non-absolute soul that went wrong
both cry out in pain
both sing their siren songs
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Matthew, Mark, Luke & John
Ailing and feeble,
She knew,
She hadn’t much time to stay,
She knew,
Her end of days drew closer,
Closer than she ever thought,
She would love to see him for the last time,
She would want to tell him what
she had kept in her closet these years,
Tears streamed down her eyes
as she wrote him a letter,
She wished a flying carpet would
take her across the ocean to meet him,
She wished none but him holding her hand
when the night chariot came for her,
She slid the letter in a bottle
and threw it in the ocean,
It moved in rhythmic flow as it sailed away,
A letter from yesterday evening,
She sent to its recipient at dawn,
The ways of the water none can predict,
The ways of the water none can foretell,
Only the Lord of time and seasons
has its chapters and verses before him,
It eventually arrived at its destination,
Only it was a few years too late,
For she had long gone,
Only her grave stood as a memorial.
March 10, 2022.
Following her heart with blended mind
To be free from barbed memories,
That torments her soul daily,
While diging a hole inside her
Making her write torch songs daily, and
Become alienated from the castles of love
That keep all romantic souvenirs;
But with seasons coming to pass
Spring coming to her mind
Her heart opened like a calyx
To embrace adorable colours of love,
And follow her heart with happy smile
Riding the chariot of love,
And charming every lover around
To sing the special love song
Written inside the heart of the beloved-
-Creating carnival atmosphere,
With love fortified memories,
Making her an idol of love