Long Greek mythology Poems
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Already the leaves are staining red,
Blood, too thin, seeps through taut skin,
Capillaries weak walled and weeping;
Dying Summer bows proud head,
Emptied of green glory;
Filled, fiery cauldrons blaze red-orange,
Golden flamed tongues glowing.
How harsh that she must fly
Into the great beyond,
Jettisoned like a human soul
Killed before its time.
Letting go, whether fast or slow,
Makes no variance in the pain;
Numbingly, it strikes the heart
Over and over again.
Passionate, she would linger,
Queenly in her floral gown,
Regaled for stunning splendor;
Sympathy never his approach,
Time beats a strong percussive stroke
Unstoppable, dispensed in quick cadence.
Valiantly she struggles, clinging,
While wild winds hew each leaf down;
Xylogenous lichen sparsely veils
Yearning limbs laid vulnerable and bare:
Zephyrus and Chloris frolic there no more.
Note: Zephyrus, the gentle god and personification
of the west wind, the bringer of light spring and
summer breezes in Greek mythology; he abducted
and fathered children with the goddess Chloris and
gave her the domain of flowers.
Xylogenous - living on or in wood
Copyright, August 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, cavernous ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Ipomoea__
With the sunset, she gets herself unwrap__
To brew with love, in her beaming lucent lap
Some nifty, nebulous Ambrosia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You'll see a surreptitious door in the middle of thin air
Climb it__ embrace it___ no need to fear
And boom___ you are teleported to a river on the moon
Night Elves in gossamer gowns sing by the brink too
Ssshh! listen to the sweetest song, the calmest tune
Swim and watch the ethereal flies hovering over you
Until you are inebriated by river of the moon
The secret river, seen by none
But those with a tender heart
Purest of thoughts and sweetest clarion
And who love the universe __ till the very end
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, 04-29-21)
Note:
IPOMOEA ALBA is a flower, also called moonflower or moon vine)
Ambrosia (in Greek mythology) is the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it. It was brought by doves and served at the heavenly feast.
-For Achilles and Patroclus, reunited in death
Alone, walks a soul upon the earth.
He stands before a memorial, knowing that is where his body lies,
But he himself has no grave; no remembrance:
He will not be told in future stories,
Unlike the man he lies beside in the earth: who he loved so dearly.
He stares at the name slashed so harshly into the stone:
It is alone in death; just like him.
Yet, he will remain forgotten; it was decreed so—
They say, ‘He has no place within a hero’s grave.’
So, now he is cursed to wander, and wander, and wander again;
Dreaming of sweet reunion—a soft hand on his.
One day, he will share his memories:
They will pour from him naturally and relentlessly—
All so beautiful, and as sweet-sounding as a delicate lyre.
They depict the boy who was turned into a killer
In his innocent youth. Of racing on beaches
And swimming in lakes hidden in the mountains—
Of gentle nights, when hands touched so tentatively,
And skin burned like fire and hearts beat so fast.
When lips pressed together in a passionate kiss
And the taste was that of the sweetest fruit.
After, two names will lie, side by side:
Neither remain alone.
Thanks to a mother’s blessing,
Sweet reunion once so softly dreamt, becomes reality
For two lost souls who have waited for too long
To love each other again.
Amaryllis is called naked lady
Bloodroots’ leaves bright not shady
Calla Lilly shows face as a bowl
Dog's mercury sounds no howl
Eastern red bud grows in valley
Freesia's known for fragrance rally
Ghost flower belongs to figwort group
Heathers hang on stem bodily makes loop
Impatiens sway with beaming eye
Jasmine's color captivates no one can deny
Kangaroo paw dances with smile
Lily of the Nile poses with style
Marigold is unmarried has no groom
Narcissus has Greek mythology abloom
Orchids' in high Valley charmingly bloom
Protea's cures diarrhea health does resume
Queen of the night vanilla cactus's dander but beauty
Ranunculus's with multi layered petals not fruity
Spiraea meadow sweet's a shrub smells
Tiger Lilly wears nice tiger's dress like bells
Umbrella's top shed has of Cosmos yellow
Viburnums are together clustered fellow
White Rock Rose's soft no rocky sight
Xanthorrhoea is of Australia's bright
Yellow Anemona's beauty butter cup size
Zinnia means offers of goodness prizes
Written on: 20th April 2016
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Rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
under our boat it rocks us
under its spell it locks us
misty fog slightly breezing
dampening the salty air we’re breathing
over our shoulders it shrouds us
silhouetting the masts around us
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
its rhythmic ride tells us
to give in and let it lull us
moody night skies
reveal nothing to our eyes
not the light of the moon or a star
but secrecy’s a seductress where we are
rippling waters moving
feeling hypnotically soothing
sultry sway hypnotizes us
as Eros glamorizes us
Susan Ashley
May 17, 2019
*In Greek mythology, Eros is the Greek god of love.*
Styx
by Michael R. Burch
Black waters, deep and dark and still:
all men have passed this way, or will.
NOTE: According to ancient Greek mythology, the Styx was the River of Death. The dead would pay Charon, the ferryman of Hades, a fare to carry them across the Styx to their eternal destination. (Hades was not "hell" as it was improperly translated in the King James Bible. Hades had heavenly regions, such as the Elysian Fields and the Blessed Isles.) The fee was normally an obolus or danake. The Greeks would place the coins in the mouths of the dead, but over time the custom would become placing coins, usually pennies, on the eyes of the dead.
"Love Writes Its Book: Elysian Fields and the Concept of Force Majeure"
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
judge, jury and earnest revelator
Love dances barefeet in its claret poetry
and holds your bleeding heart in its Elysian hands
you’ve lost your head like The Baptist
and Love, only Love, is your first and last thought
it could be the making of the eternal you;
notes,
like bare legs freedom running
find themselves wrapped around your keys, for playing
a different way of delivering poetry -
an informal opening;
Love writes its book
a fantasy,
a ripe confectionary
Love writes its book
opens each page
and reads it to you like your Its lover
words drip like honey over your force majeure
you're a performance
of Love within
all of its shades
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there."
"Elysian Fields" refers primarily to the paradise in Greek mythology where the souls of heroes and the virtuous reside after death.
“Force Majuere” is a French term for "superior force" that refers to a contractual clause excusing a party from performing its obligations due to an unforeseen, extraordinary event beyond their control, making performance impossible, illegal, or impractical. Common examples include natural disasters, pandemics, war, or government-imposed restrictions.
confectionary.
confectionery.
This is a tale of a Legend
In Greek mythology
He completed twelve labours
His name was Hercules
His first was the Nemean lion
This was a monstrous beast
It had an impenetrable hide
No arrow could make it bleed
He blocked off one of the exits
A simple cunning plan
Then cornered the lion in its cave
Ready to take his stand
He stunned the lion with his club
And strangled it to death
Then skinned the beast with its claw
Completing the first test
He made a cloak of armour
A symbol of his strength
And wore that golden pelt
Everywhere he went
This was a test of his courage
That every eye would see
When King Eurystheus saw him
He was terrified of Hercules
© Copyright KC. Leake
6th October 2025
All Rights Reserved
A poor little girl from Lydia
Earned her life stay with weave
She woved the most beautiful carpets
No money or gold she got
but some wool and some food
Arachene was a famous and sought after weaver
Everyone admired her work, she had a great talent
Goddess Athena heard about this little girl who was so skilled
Athena could also weave but not as amazing as Arachene
No one should be better than the Goddess Athene
she was angry and very jealous
Arachene was forced to take her own life .... suicide
Although the Goddess Athene was evil
she regretted slightly in the last second
She created little Arachene into a spider
Next time you see a spider
send some thoughts to the little girl from Lydia
Arachene spins beautiful spider web
in your and my garden
(Greek Mythology)
10.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Aether is the fabric of our universe -
Tiny granules that transfer energy
In the form of waves ~~~
This goes on unseen constantly!
It propagates light and other waves,
Longitudinal and transverse
( Or electromagnetic )
Right across the universe!
Aether stretches far beyond
The laws of physiology!
Did you know that Aether
Is also a god in Greek Mythology?
In chemistry, it is flammable.
It is used as an anaesthetic.
It's a solvent used in industrial processes -
Google it ~ this knowledge is authentic!
But at the same time,
It's a word that is seldom heard,
Most people have better luck,
Deciphering the songs of a bird!
But today, 'Aether' was on my list,
To master and triumph,
As if it was a fifth wish!
Oh, the gravity of this situation,
Like cosmic forces similar to Shakti,
I feel that I have learned so much,
Should I be yelling out 'Yahtzee'?!?
The king of the classical elements;
Earth, Air, Water and Fire...
Aether bends and amends our universe,
To be the most desired!
Sunday, October 3, 2021