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The goddess Appetitey,
a figure I have known
The mirror makes it all so clear
just look at how I’ve grown
Yes, Appetitey is a joy
when she comes around
With her songs in Menu form
resistance can’t found
She always seems to know
just what I love to eat
Burgers, tacos, fish and chips
and always something sweet
The goddess Appetitey
not really known to all
She’s the reason diet’s fail
why we drop the ball
Her sister of Greek myth
the one of lust and love
Banned her from the heavens
yet she is still above
So when you feel the urges
to stuff your face with pie
Just go and give the finger
right up to the sky
Pronunciation:
App-a-Ty-tee
Her lusty sister
Af-ra-Dy-tee
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
In the chambers of the caves,
I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries
spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft,
I pursued solace in childhood alcoves.
In the chambers of endless caves,
I explored myriad twisting pathways
longing for the playful mirth of recall.
But Cerberus confronted me, snarling,
preventing my passage beyond his gate.
In the chambers of the caves,
I descended deeper into unconscious cavities,
finding vast chasms of terror, and
winding tunnels leading to oblivion.
I wept like a summer rain cloud.
This was all a terrible mistake, I decided.
How do I escape?
In the chambers of the caves,
I wandered, panicking aimlessly until
I stumbled into an illuminated hollow.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by dancers.
Festive music played as they circled me.
Here, I felt safety and delight.
Laughing and clapping, the dancers pranced.
How this confusing labyrinth brought me
here, I couldn’t guess.
In the chambers of the caves,
I soon learned I must continue my exploration.
Everywhere, there were caves for living and dying,
deep subterranes of experience. Jung called it
collective and archetypal. Others declared it
the physics of the soul, the quantum consciousness
of reincarnation.
On summer hills I watched you
I know you watched me too
Every night you waited for me
Every night I came to you
From shallow oceans I have risen
On silver chariots traveled high
Crossed everlasting spaces
which filled your empty sky
Soothing manna showered your lips
from the radiance of my light
Crazy love I poured in your heart
on each lone and serene night
Humble shepherd boy Endymion
You haven't chosen death,nor life
In eternal sleep you've slumbered
and made of me your wife
You must have been a poet
with a will to live our dream
with a want to preserve passion
for the last abiding crescent
of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion
and by beautiful poetry.
Orpheus' long, slow, crawl out of Hell
Has left him nothing -- not even himself!
Long had he traveled, sorrowing, with his bride,
and many terrors endured, and now
Unslings his lyre, and looks at her too soon!*
He rushes back... she meets him... calm... forbidding...
"Eurydice, My Love, so sad, your gaze...
Come quickly, ere the shadows form, and take you... No!
Your form dissolves, before the morning's rays!"
She fades without embrace into the caverns of Hell...
The Tears he sheds, that kiss his lanklorn cheeks
Leave bitter runnels, trails as deep as scars,
Just fruits for shadow-journey, pomegranates...
Forgive poor Orpheus, O Wind! O, Stars!
The Tumblers have rolled back into their slots,
And Orpheus, the Lover who fought Death,
Is lonely now, and the Ravens cast their lots.
*according to the Greek Myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, Hades, the God of the Underworld, agreed to release Orpheus' dead lover, Eurydice, from the Underworld, with one condition: Orpheus could not look back at her, until she emerged from the Underworld. Once he emerged, he thought she had followed him, turned joyfully around! But she was not yet out of Hell, and consequently, Hades required her to return to the realm of Death.
Beneath the blazing chariot of the Sun,
The fields lay golden, harvest nearly done.
Apollo’s lyre still hums in heated air,
While dryads dance with loosened, flowing hair.
Yet whispers stir where russet leaves descend,
And Zephyrus his gentle breath will bend.
The Horae turn the key to autumn’s gate,
And winter waits with silent hands of fate.
The nymphs retreat as chill invades the glade,
While Persephone walks the twilight shade.
Her mother weeps; the furrows lose their green,
Demeter mourns what once was summer’s sheen.
The grapes grow dark, and Bacchus drains his bowl,
As frost begins to claim the mortal soul.
Now Artemis with silver shafts will roam,
Through amber woods where stags have made their home.
Her hounds pursue beneath the copper sky,
While fading swallows trace their southward fly.
Fair Chione strews her crystal veil on earth,
While hearths grow dim and silence mocks their mirth.
Then Boreas with icy fingers sweeps,
And silent Pan among the snowdrifts sleeps.
Selene rides her argent path serene,
O’er fields that sleep beneath a glassy sheen.
Then Nyx extends her ebon wings on high,
And veils the frozen world from starry sky.
Through shadowed paths where mortal footsteps cease,
Swift Hermes guides the shades to realms of peace.
And Orpheus, whose lyre once charmed the dead,
Now strikes a mournful chord for warmth that fled.
For You my love's unwavering
and ample to inspire;
its passion for You burns red-hot
like a blazing bonfire.
All the year long my thoughts o'er You
captivate and free me;
they form wing-like to my caged mind
which You give liberty.
Like the vast, bottomless oceans
my warmth for You runs deep;
in its depths is my great ardor
that makes great Neptune weep.
Like Helen of Troy Your fair face
surely can launch a fleet
of a thousand ships brimming with
Greeks who'd war by Your feet.
Even Homer's rich, epic verse
cannot do You justice;
his oft-sung poetry pales near
You, my gold-maned goddess.
Were You deity of Greek myth
You'd be Aphrodite,
a numen of unsurpassed grace
and unrivaled beauty;
or Athena, goddess of wisdom,
justice, the arts and war.
As deity of lore and truth,
You'd shut ignorance's door.
On life's tempestuous seas, You'd
foreshadow bright omens
as harbinger of good fortunes,
and patron of captains.
Your rare spirit so enrapts me,
and carries me along
that the joy of Your company
compels me to new song.
I wish at last to pen, Beloved,
that what I have begun
with this poem won't be f'nished until
we're together as one!
In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.
A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids looked to chip with their hands.
Seep into the night in a ruddy shrunken spree.
I wake up early to the Greek myth of Zeus.
A vessel drifting on the Dal Lake in Udaipur.
The sound of a woman sobbing in sadness.
Over calm green oceans, echoes in Jupiter.
She was performing in a velvety baritone.
Pain in the midst of the tranquility of dawn.
Endeavoring to perform the icy top in June.
Mountains that frame the Kilimanjaro awn.
Ghastly calamities smash and deeply devastate.
I rightly fear that wide-open harm didn't recover.
You can expect the best, yet I will never hesitate.
My dear life depends on your choice; kindly usher.
I regularly defied to bid someone to criticize.
The one-sided truth was dazzling blindness.
My space was thwarted in the related size.
I felt as if somebody led a ruin process.
Sacredness to which humankind might relate,
With the moon sitting on edge of the world.
Mountains meet to uncover the ornate.
Smiling and radiating, from high observed.
There are times when I can feel the crests fly.
I'm being held down as my blood is drained.
Brain scars result from ruined sight and sway.
When I perish, a chasm arises in my mind.
A lean, edge-on which rests one's optimism.
Please be cautious of steps you split wide open.
In fate, a walk on shells will be optimum.
Shift much fatal shooting and be woken.
I minded my name being said in a whisper.
I was adducible of a hand tapping my forearm.
When I swung around to direct a look closer,
I found myself alone and aching for smarm.
How might a heart that dorsum and delicate,
Have the sway to bear a vast part desolate.
But we're apt despite our humble eyesight.
To discover the earth and the vast infinite.
The monstrosity of the encompassing world.
Encompassed by both the sight and the sound.
Emotions energize the heart within the darkness.
Eyes that can consistently scan such elegance.
1st Place Contest Winner.
Written: June 01, 2022
This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh