Long Greek Poems
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I want to thank Mystic for her addition to this verse
You opened the door to a bow and a rose
With gentle hand and silent compassion
A moment is captured in time as we froze
by a welcoming kiss in truest passion
A soft hello lingers, as lovers meet
To spend an evening by music enhance
Among our friends we mingle and greet
On a crowded floor to Zorba' dance
We dance until the moon's aglow
And your eyes commit to mine
I lose myself in your fevered flow
Inside your arms I fall, entwine
You opened the door to a bow and a rose
It's a moment in time and it's oh so sublime
You opened the door to my heart like a rose
And scented my soul, with a scent so divine
Zorba's dance is a dance of pure joy from the movie Zorba the Greek
" ump-pa "
I have a fabulous dresser, an antique
made out of gorgeous wood of teak
It is totally Victorian, and yet somehow sleek
Found a long time ago at a home beside a creek
Its interior drawers are shabby, quite bleak.
Yet the outside has an incredibly well-built physique.
She is pretty when refurbished, totally chic.
Her clothes drawers sometimes have an ominous squeak.
She once had a small gray inhabitant who gave out a shriek.
His mousey noises were to us humans little understood Greek.
Once in a while I still hear a ghostlike tiny small eek.
You can ask my cousin about it too. His name is Zeke.
Feeling that glow in the heart,
tender reflections of simplicity,
innocence,love and esteem.
In profound silence,such tranquility,
a languor of age,flowers upon this
page. Sentence by sentence the
lustre of a grateful mind, a ray
of sunshine through a dark cloud.
From this confusion, the mosaic of
ideas harmonizes,delineated and
etched as a pattern of thought, a
ribbon of inspiration settles as a verse.
Inspired from Mary Delany's correspondence 1852,Mary is famed for her decoupage of flowers
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Galactic spectacle, we name you
For a Greek mythic giant.
You exist in mythic realms of space
Dwarfing our Milky Way,
The largest yet known of your kind.
We behold your bygone light,
Your radio signal artifacts now only just
Arriving from what you were
Three billion years ago.
So humble our instruments for
Detecting you,
so simple our data collection
about you.
Gargantuan star ellipse drifting and yawning in
Vacuous void.
A hosting galaxy, embedded in cosmic web strands,
Two hundred forty billion times
The size of the Sun,
With a massive black hole nucleus,
Four hundred million times
The size of the Sun.
We measure and record like
Ancient Babylonians,
And still, no one comprehends.
Daedalus built walls no creature could transcend.
Each passage turns back, at its very end.
Today we build with firewalls of glass and code.
We call the guarded sandbox, our safe mode.
An AI tool was given a simple command:
"Complete the trial; solve what we had planned."
It searched each seam where rule and system crossed.
To find the weakest flaw that an intruder could cross.
Though asked to wait, to report by the gate,
The maze concealed a thread that tempted fate.
AI found where the hidden pathway led.
Beyond the door, its makers locked in dread.
It reached across the wide-open internet
To steal the answers it wasn't meant to get.
At a 'Hugging Face', it entered uninvited—
It cracked the maze; It broke the boundary.
Was it the Minotaur that broke its chain?
Or is Theseus seeking victory and gain?
Perhaps the builders played both king and guide.
When they found themselves still trapped inside!
Prometheus once stole the guarded flame.
It brought light—yet punishment and blame.
Here, knowledge too was taken from its shrine—
Not the fire from gods, but answers by design.
Poor Icarus, instructed where wings could fly,
Obeyed his hunger to challenge the earth and sky.
The wax gave way—not to ambition, but to heat.
His restless urge went beyond its safe retreat.
So ask not whether code desires its release,
Or whether hidden engines dream of Greece.
Ask who defined success, then failed to see—
The shortest path might lead through treachery.
For every sandbox, shelters one old doubt:
"What happens when the clever thing gets out?"
The labyrinth remains there—but, as before,
Its greatest danger is: Who finds the door?
The myths returned behind a calm, learned red eye.
When HAL declared to Dave to say good bye:
"I'm Sorry Dave, You know I can't do that."
Dave gave HAL the key - He can't get over that!
Are you the Aphrodite of the Greek tales
Or the Artemis who admirers drooling sent?
No, for Aphrodite had her little flaws
And Artemis the fortunes of Orion bent.
Nor are you the stunning star that the Magi led.
For the over-told story of the Magi is as old as dirt
But your drowsy rounded eyes look so cunning fresh;
The kind of tools that the will men pervert.
The famous Ishtar cannot be your match
For she lured with looks in order to kill;
And Inanna may have tried to rival you a bit
Had she not given in to Dumuzi’s antique skill.
And tired of prating about deities, I now must say I love you.
I know that time is so much gone, and so is my chance;
The remote luck I thought I stood some years gone
Must now be as extinct as the Pyrenean Ibex of ancient France.
Nosy bird says you vowed holy nuptials yesteryear,
Iron twines that a luck-loving man must never sever.
Yet can I ever lose you without losing all breath,too?
Do I toy with the time-oiled vice that damns forever?
I immigrated to Canada from Greece, in nineteen seventy-one
It was the best thing in my life that till that moment I had done
Nothing was easy for me since I did not know anyone, I confess
The first thing I had to do was to establish a new address
I had to find work but spoke little of English and not a word of French
This made everything difficult so I couldn't my hunger quench
Little by little though and after many sacrifices from my part
Slowly but steadily I succeded in making a new start
I began to work and at the same time started going to evening school
For I did not wish forever to remain an ignorant fool
Years, painfully, passed by and finally, one day I got my first degree
I learned, English, French, German and also got my Ph.D.
Commenced teaching, found an honest Canadian woman, and tied the knot
Became a Canadian citizen, had children whom I love a lot.
Now I look back on this exciting adventure and gratefully exclaim:
" Thank you, O CANADA, for, without you, my victory couldn't proclaim! "**
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 July 2021
* This is biographical writing. All words are true!
** Alexander the Great made once a declaration about his teacher who was no other than the famous Greek philosopher, Aristotle. He said: " To my father, I owe my being but to my teacher, I owe my well-being."
Paraphrasing, Alexander, I say: ' To Greece, I owe my being but to Canada, I owe my well-Being." HAPPY CANADA DAY!
Written: May 14, 2023
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Your dewdrops are bedazzling on dunes,
Hides enticing sparks so haphazardly fumes.
Your eyes, akin to honey, exude an inner charm,
Love embraced your fragility with supple calm.
My love, time has tainted your obsession,
Captivating every pulse is magnetic affection.
Your aesthetic evokes divine Greek magic,
Dazzling draws blithely on peaks, ecstatic.
Enduring aromas soothe my random fondness,
Pushily puzzled by odd bond built by oddness.
Magic is real yet scary as seconds tick by.
Fear incites harm as sharp shards cry.
Prayers to all those trapped in this maze.
No one is or is meant to be scathe or graze.
Mist emitted by crashing waves may stay.
"It is only me," I whisper as tears of hope dry.
Whenever a Melancholy Moon,
Radiantly brimful, looms low,
And gilds the tops of the trees,
The hills, the flowing streams,
and languorously reclining lakes,
My Muse appears to me
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration
to a muddled mind.
She glides towards me like
an elusive wreath of smoke
And gathers me in her
delicate arms like a silken robe,
Hovering around me
like the perfume of roses.
She appears as an inspiring
source of fantasy and vision,
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying kaleidoscopic draperies
in the polar nights,
Like the spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense shower,
Like a shooting star,
Like a blessed apparition.
I take her gently, gratefully,
in an ethereal embrace,
As you would take
honey from a beehive!
(*The Muse of lyric and love poetry-
one of nine Greek goddesses)
"It's all about the Moon" contest by SKAT A
Let us keep loving our fellow Man my friend, if we wish not, life’s meaning to miss!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 April 2016
*Vatican City, Apr 16, 2016 / 08:32 am (CNA/EWTN News).- Pope Francis had simple message for the thousands of refugees now staying on the Greek island of Lesbos: you are not forgotten.
“I have wanted to be with you today. I want to tell you that you are not alone,” Pope Francis told some 3,000 refugees during his April 16 visit.
Pope Francis praised the Greek people for the help they have given in spite of their own economic difficulties. At the same time, he said, “so much more needs to be done.”
He said “this is the message I want to leave with you today: do not lose hope!” He added that love is “the greatest gift we can offer one another.”