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Should anyone hurt you with cruel words or deeds
And there is no one to lean on for comfort
I hope, if nothing else...
You seek refuge in my outstretched arms
And feel the cozy warmth of my caress
Should the North Star mislead you as you follow it
Faithfully, and you eventually end up lost
I hope, if nothing else...
Adiona guides you from the dusty road
Of nowhere to your desired destination, or back home
Should we depart the shallows, and the ebb and flow
Of the tide erase our footprints by the edge of the shore
I hope, if nothing else...
The cauldron of memories we left there
Keep boiling over for eternity
Should you fail once, twice or many times
Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up the mountaintop
I hope, if nothing else...
You keep trying, again and again
Though he never could, you eventually will
Date written: 10/12/2018
Mythological references:
Adiona is the Roman Goddess of safe return
In Greek mythology, Sisyphus or Sisyphos (/'s?s?f?s/; Greek: S?s?f??, Sísuphos) was the king of Ephyra (now known as Corinth). He was punished for his self-aggrandizing craftiness and deceitfulness by being forced to roll an immense boulder up a hill only for it to roll down when it nears the top, repeating this action for eternity.
-Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia
"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.
She ventured limitless miles, creating for herself, beaucoup lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a sumptuous home, nor in your selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing with daisies with no shoes or socks.
Totally free, she will never follow you down to the sea, any dock.
Happily, paintinng her life’s joyous foray!
Beware, as she will intoxicate you with her mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and play, always with a sensuous surprise.
Her songs lift the sun at break of day.
Forever blowing sensous, kaleidoscopic bubbles in your direction.
Life is her delight and indeed, total and sweetest confection.
At night she dances in ectasy, as stars come out to play!
1/14/2024
Photo~ Marpessa Dawn,in the movie, “Black Orpheus, “ 1959, directed by French film maket, Marcel Camus. Based on the Greek mythology of Orpheus and Eurydice. Takes oplace in Rio during Carnival! Awesome movie!
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.
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 COLLABORATION BY NATASHA L SCRAGG AND ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI )
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!
Embracing Poetry
Freedom on the lam, where the poet sings
To hearts that are imprisoned against their will,
Inspires the bereaved mind to spring to life
And uplifts hearts to bloom and burst liberated
When the pain of incarceration ceases.
“Gloria excelsis” in the world.
Frolic away, poet, and tell the world,
Encouraging bosoms to join in song,
Birthing new beginnings where weed growth ceases;
And let fresh hope generate unfalt'ring wills
Smothered with deeds abounding with liberties;
Death is certain, but poetry is life.
Martyrs forced into cages forfeit their lives
While conquerors plant flags around the world,
Stealing wealth, and curtailing liberties,
And muzzling the lips of those who would sing
Of freedom’s great joy without broken will,
With gladness boasting liberty’s song ceaselessly.
Were I to stretch the cage’s bars ‘til strength ceased
And purge authority aspersing my life
And mock their failure to immure my will,
As I sail poetic rhymes in the world
With hearts of fellow poets yearning to sing
Vociferously with new liberties.
But destiny’s path squashes liberty,
And lungs collapse when inflation ceases.
If evil is not rebuffed, who will sing the babe
To sleep with dreams of a future life obtained
Through sacrifices for Erato’s world,
Inheriting bold character and will?
Still, they rehearse scripts to truncate my will
With mulct and abrogate my liberty,
But not you, dear poet. Nix not of this world,
Whose toes skip over bloomed fields while mine cease
To dance in delight to the verse of life—
Ill speak they your name, forbidding me to sing.
Ere my will dims, indulge me with a song
Describing life’s passion for liberty;
Let my heartbeat cease in joy from the world.
***
Notes:
Gloria excelsis (Latin): Glory in the highest.
Erato: muse (Greek mythology) of lyric and poetry.
Urania: muse (Greek mythology) of music, song, and dance.
Can't explain
an emotional surge
lingered in thoughts
listless soul speaks
in metered gasps
of breathless sighs
pulse of words fall
eminent on page
September 1, 2019
just scribbling inspired by Vijay's comment on one of my recent poems
With a name literally meaning "beautiful-voiced" (from kallos, meaning "beauty," and ops, meaning "voice"), Calliope was the most prominent of the Muses-the nine sister goddesses who in Greek mythology presided over poetry, song, and the arts and sciences. She is represented in art as holding an epic poem in one hand and a trumpet in the other.
Authority Supreme
Asserting that "I AM"
Affirmed as GOD and LORD
Assuring salvation
Around love, mercy, grace
Authenticating life
Against man-made god, Zeus...
Zealous king of thunder
Zoomed to gather the clouds
Zestfully controlling
Zodiac, yet indeed…
Zapped by great GOD*’s might
Zenith HIS compassion
Zeroing on true faith.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
March 5, 2022
2nd place, "Greek Mythology" Pleiades Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 3/8/2022.
Edited on March 9, 2022, with the first stanza added.
-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.