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SUNFLOWERS
Sunflower comes from Greek words “helios” for sun and “anthos” for flower.
Unique Greek romantic sad myth of unrequited love of water
Nymph Clytie, who loved the Sun God Apollo, who had no interest in her.
Flower appears to follow the sun, as it moves each day from east to west,
Like how Clytie gazed up at Apollo and hoped to glance or look at her.
One sided love, never reciprocated for Apollo was in love with somebody else.
Wilted away by refusing to eat or drink because Apollo did not return her love.
Eventually Clytie was gradually transformed into a sunflower by other Gods.
Resembling the shape of the sun with magnificent bright yellow petals.
Striking, bold, beautiful flower faces toward the sunshine, named after the sun.
7/12/21 A Brian Strand July 13 Poetry
Previously Entered on 5/24/21
5/24/21 Sunflower Poetry
Malabika Ray Choudhury
Used: PS Grammar Checker
Shadows darken the way
Hecate, a guide, has presided over my dreams.
Moneca, it’s vital essence, but a stagnate stream.
Love upon tattered wings - nowhere to fly,
upon the Glacier “ Indifference “ – disintegrating – doth die
a little, with the negative, critical, judgmental – put down
never ceases, never ends, just keeps going round and round.
In sight, there seems to be no end
from the one loved - am a friend!
Horizon looms ahead
Helios, the fire, the light, the passion.
One foot on the edge, darkness a destination
from which Love’s journey never returns.
The soul, spirit, the heart continues – Beauty burns
what life they give, throwing them into hell fires
trying to kill the essence of what this heart desires
B. J. “A” 2
August 11th 2008
I want to be with you all of the time.
I'll rub and caress you to keep that shine.
When I feel the aura of your bright glow,
Helios you're for me, I 'm certain, I know.
All day I dream to come home to you each night
to feel supple leather wings hold me tight.
Although you are mine, I bought you out right,
I am only your steward to all in sight
Oh how I love your strength and raw power,
your color and sheen a brilliant golden shower.
The curve of your hood and slant of your hatch,
oh, they satiate an itch that no other can scratch.
Pressing the pedal I free four hundred horses.
I am thrown back and cradle by strong G-forces.
I firm my grip on your black wheel and shifter.
I ready for your speed you bad ass ripper.
Through valleys low and canyons deep
I savor each thrust, each turn, oh the benefits I reap.
I never want to go home just want to be free,
owning the roads of this nation, Helios and me.
In the shadow of sunlight where dreams dance daintily
Forgotten memories flicker and fade into frozen fragments
Slivers of soft light illumine the dappled canopy of leaves
The luminescence of son et lumiere is lavish in its lustre
The phosphorescence of photons creates a phantasmagoria
Scenes of silver silence resurrect sonorous solace
The forest glade flits and flirts with frolicking fading light
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches
In the shade, shafts of sunshine shatter, scatter into sparkling specks
Hazel Helios hovers high up in the heavenly hemisphere
The gigantic globule gleams golden as it gives its greetings to gloaming
Surrounded by surreal saffron setting in the shadow of sunlight
So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but with a caveat-
Helios pride was his golden herd, indolent and fat,"Do what you will, but don't touch that"
Well, as was their wont, like a terrible refrain, full-weathered from woes and want, but yet unwise,
The crew, overcome by gluttonous greed, slaughtered a heifer, for raucous feast, not sacrifice.
Wild was Helios at this blatant deceit, with terrible curse, banished them all, to wander once again.
So with Helios' curse (and Neptune's help), the ship was tossed and soon lost, all crew were slain.
It was Odysseus alone who was alive, afloat on flotsam, floating about, with fervent wish of death
But sweet surcease was not his lot, more plight was his fate - his tryst was due with Charybdis yet.
Perhaps Scylla was a better bet, in it's slavering jaws a definite death, I think he'd rather have it
But caught he was in Charybdis' thrall, a vortex which ate him whole, and threw him out as spit.
Past the maelstrom's outer whirl was our hero tossed clinging to life's last hope, verily a straw
Floated, the wasted carricature of a man, denied of food and water, no sustenance he could draw.
But perchance the Gods smiled on him, wearied of their devious, puerile games going too long
Odysseus fell on land once more, where restored were life and limb, bewitched by Calypso's song.
Now Odysseus, all said and done, was a man vulnerable to worldly women's wanton wiles
And Calypso was full besot with our hero's lusty frame, his wit, his deeds and charming smiles.
For seven years did he taste bliss, ensconced in Calypso's arms with thought of home amiss
But one day, after seven years, did Caypso, with heavy heart, let him go on pleas of our Hermes.
From Calypso's isle did Odysseus sail on raft, through storm, as was now his habit, and came to Sceria
Where Nausicca, on Athena's urge, gave succor, till he sailed with Phaecians who had trade with Sumeria
The Phaecian ships soon landed Odysseus on fair Ithacan shores where Penelope had travail,
But my dear laddies, I must hie hence, for the Dawn is nigh, of Penelope and Suitors, is another tale.
Concluded
DRAWN TO THE MOON
Hello up there! I am always drawn to you and
every time I gaze at you, you are so mystifying.
A goddess looking down with a bemused smile.
Like a mysterious woman, bewitching, beguiling.
Your gender is supposed to be neutral in English.
Yet, you give the aura of feminine or yin energy.
Your light is bright; but tender like a night light
in the dark for a child to sleep through the night.
Unlike the sun’s light that becomes harsh, strong
and sometimes unbearable and can also be brutal.
Like Helios and Apollo, the strong Greek sun gods.
You on the other hand personify Luna, a goddess.
How can you not, you can change your shape being
full, crescent, first quarter, last quarter; like a woman
being a wife, mother, daughter, worker or homemaker.
So as your full moon names that change every month.
You represent powerful feminine energy and you are
the most poetic symbol for poetry and literature, the
symbol instilled by divine power to a feminine object
to show, imply, denote or express love and lovesickness.
Your bright light is so magical, bewitchingly putting
lovers under your spell for those moonlight kisses.
8/3/21 Is The Moon Male or Female Or Both Poetry
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Passing of Time
Caught up, time to exploit.
Hours to utilize, with what?
Jump into my time machine,
that’s what, give it free rein.
To the Blue mountain.
Swim in the pool with the boys
Make a good stroke or two,
then into the good book.
Now no particular place to go.
No particular agenda, plan to fill.
No particular good reason to,
just slip into the saddle an do.
Let my pony rear up, run wild
across a couple of empty hours.
Those moments slipped into twilight.
A snow white, almost full, moon hangs
low in a bright indigo sky.
Sitting along side the Pitt dyke.
Observe the moon crawl upwards,
to the south west across the shadowy
branches of a standing alone tree.
Helios having none of this moon
sets the south west horizon ablaze,
fire flickering among the trees, to see
while this one sits in the saddle
waiting, watching, time for supper.
A Wendy’s spicy chicken
will fill an empty space, in me, not time.
That would necessitate something spiritual.
Something intellectually stimulating.
Something that would express artistic flair.
Something that would bring one’s soul to light.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 23rd, 2023
I am your inked inamorata,
enamored and heaven-drunk,
sipping courtly creed
from the chrysalis chalice
of what love could unleash ~
as the heart heeds what’s unsaid
when stellar heat waves
thunder in sync with lightning,
still musing with
the monotony of muted music…
It was never the radiant rhythm
of romanticized rhymes
that pulled me,
but the arcane gaze
of your trip-uh-licious alchemy,
the ice-flame blues of
a draconian dreamer,
still intriguing this
intuitive incandescence
like a dangerous desperado
sailing me to an ocean of devotion.
O primal paramour,
purify this pained pulse,
heal the hurting nocturnal Helios
amidst your eyes that roam,
reaching for the rhinestone flickers,
blind to this burn.
While your hallowed hands
unknot the sky, wedded
to the thrilling threads
of my mourning moon,
calm your vagabond psyche
and listen to the evocative voice
of my unwavering verses ~
veiled in vermilion,
within the purged pages
enveloped in sand-soaked silk.
There you will hear
the black-cat moan
footprints of faithful fervency,
the lifelines of loyal luminescence,
clawed to compassion
generously giving,
serving the aromatic air
that carries your mystical musk ~
So let the ghost awake,
let the forgotten rise again.
Watch the wickedness unweave
the faults of an untamable warrior.
Are you satisfied being
vehemently investigated
by an emotionally intense telescope,
holding you viciously
to the lethal lens of feral ferocity?
Here comes the grace-giver.
I am born to dominantly bestow…
When sun whispers goodnight to crimson skies,
and clouds turn from lavender to soft grey
sun glides away to shine in others' eyes
zenith is sun's place to herald each day.
Sun god Helios rode from east to west
pausing in zenith to admire his throng.
Then hurried on, as day's movement was best
and, somewhere, summer days wished to be long.
Coming from Arabic, zenith now means
“highest point,” roughly, where Sun sits at noon
Sun never quite relinquishes its gleams
when viewed as opposite, lights a full moon.
Earth revolves and to Zenith sun rises
Sun stirs golden rays with a gilded spoon
Once a day, even when cloud disguises,
sun is at zenith, then races with moon.
May 13, 2023
for "Word Challenge--Z Words"
by Constance La France
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but usual antics of contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,