Long Hellenic Poems
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Greek Festival
I've waited an entire year for this!
More exciting than Christmas,
for me...
If only I had a wish list.
The foods magnificent, the love
expressed tastefully, yet simply
extravagant.
The aroma of Frappes and gyros
set me reeling.
Stuffed grape leaves and the best
pastitsio on earth.
Cooked by volunteer cooks~
sweating with love and mirth.
Another time of communal OPA,
with great feeling.
The dancing, oh!
The Sirtaki and the wonderful,
Hasapiko.which are danced with
beauty and total grace!
There's no better time than this.
It leaves a beaming smile on my
face.
Greek bread drives me to total
gastronomic oblivion.
Pastries, lift me to heaven, off
I go!
Ah, Greek Festival, one more
special event with Hellenic,
great feeling!
"Philitomo", well you have to look
that one up-:))
As it has multiple meanings.
Thank you.
Panagiota Romios
August 2, 2019
6pm PST
What seemed an unrealistic painting has disappeared;
a sunset too beautiful to linger has gone to sleep.
Sadness is felt internally, amazement externally.
Use your imagination to reconstruct that blood-smeared sky;
you may perceive it differently from mine.
In each new season, it changes from azure to gray.
Livius, a small island, was once owned by the menacing Cyclopes;
whose greedy attitude the Sirens fiercely hated.
Too sorry for them who couldn't sing a merry note.
My determination to discover overrides a fright many cringed at;
I look beyond and all voices have ceased.
Something inversely imagined can become a real threat.
The limpid sea with shades of light green and medium blue glitters,
It's the same one that the Greeks beheld.
They settled here and started another Hellenic civilization.
The pungent smell of the lemons and oranges sweeten the salty breeze;
they are a testimony of a people tending their fertile land.
I am the observant of a scenery that others envy.
Hellenic Hands
I thought today about your hands.
Long, graceful and strong.
How you carried dishes with such grace!
How when you invited me to dance Hasapiko,
Those velvet hands, Koukla, who could refuse?
In those moments, I became your helpless Muse.
And even though five decades have passed,
And our lives are at their welcome close,
Offer me your welcome fingers now.
To our Arcadia, we fly through planet filled skies~
Wrapped in an eternal embrace.
Soaring with stardust sprinkles~
To live eternally, together,yes, you and I.
To create a new constellation,
Forever...atwinkle.
Panagiota Romios
3/13/2019
Euphoria
E~ Enchanting ecstasy at each glowing
thought of you.
U ~ Unreserved understanding that I do
not write the script for the planet.
P ~ Plato's philosophy is divine, to
question all things mercilessly.
H ~ His Hellenic eyes, sparkling from
Olympus, calling me.
O ~ Openly obeying in dignity,God's
Omnipresence.
R~ Reveling rhythmically, allowing me
to dance to my own poetic beat.
I ~ Increased Integrity founded on
honest individuality at all
costs;razor sharp honesty
A ~ Amethyst Angels, may they bring
inner peace to all of humanity.
June 25, 2020
10am PST
Poem # 1,311
Written: May 23, 2024
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I call you a Venus-blooded princess
deity related to grace and love
you, alone, lost track of your roots
you seem like an amnesiac orphan
searching for love
and a spot to deem abode
lingering emotion
still a sight of a shed dynasty
a voice from wide Hellenic chasm
deep into satin-waved azure sea.
You travel through life as a refugee
being unaware of your royalty
awaiting you is your dynasty
Ignorant of celestial ability
sliding nightly to kiss your feet
your modesty enhances your splendor
oblivious that angels revere you.
Blood flecks Earth's palms
vulture-vamoosed blood loss
fragmented feelings slapped at you
from men grody to your stature
you trade power for gossamer grief
saving those who lack to drain you
finishing a faintly flickering flame
once fatuous flared flawlessly.
You still fight valiantly
still, search for your ethnic kin
you've been banished, little knight
supplied by your ancient souls
tell you to heed the wave whispering
be quiet; listen to Atlantis' harp lament
you are infested with worms.
Pirates stole your Kismet
Zombies inveigle your regal elixir
oblivious disconsolate each air
eviscerate you and lay you bare
quenching hunger in esoteric fruit
while you bear ethereal anguish
crestfallen, reclaim what's yours
let the tides carry you home
your tenacity defeats lecherous
your breath creates waves
hold Elysian sword tightly
your veins are boiling with fire blood
focus on inner chimera samurai
return to your throne
wear your genuine crown.
Panagiota Acrostic
A Panagiota Cocktail.
INGREDIENTS
P~Phoebe, the moon goddess
A~Aphrodite the goddess of love
and beauty
N~Nike, the goddess of victory
A~ Asteria, the goddess of the stars
G~Gaia, the Earth Mother and Moon goddess
I ~Iris, the goddess of the rainbow
O~ Oh, Panagiota, proud mother of a
daughter who has Arcadian roots.
T~ Theia, goddess of of sight and the
bright sky
A~ Artemis~ goddess of nature and
birth.
Mix all ingredients. Handle with love,
care and above all~mirth and enjoy.
**Yia Mas to Peter who suggested this
poem~ means to your health..with
a glass of Retsina. Or whatever Greek
expression you choose or one I do not
know.
Disclaimer:I am no master of the the Greek
language at all nor a Hellenic history major.
My heart beats Greek, if you listen quietly with love
and no judgement. If you could see my heart~ it
is the colors of the Greek flag.
Thanks again Peter!
Panagiota Romios
2/25/2019
It roars thunder and bellows a storm,
it's vengeful like scorned gods.
A gory feature of demonic forms!
And I see it more and more envelop,
everything about me.
Everything sanity marshals!
Till words said to me,
get repelled in possessed denial
and all innuendo overted towards me,
gets ejected with stern and grotesque facials!
And into a cold being, denial turns me
and makes me neurotic, yet leaves my intentions serial!
"Who I am," becomes totally strange to me,
and my essence negates all barriers of life.
Self loathe understating the strife!
And with depression lodged firmly in gripe,
I become a "with nothing to lose" type of brother!
No shame but a thirst for blood:
the plight of a crusading Aquarian knight!
A torture you wouldn't wish to witness.
And so if ever that low again I sink,
Hell's furnace will forge my knife.
And anger, rage and agonizing pain will capture my gist!
Pride, failure and a courageous fight,
will boldly describe my Hellenic might!
One where not even a "child god" could title my ego!
A beastly strength with canon devastation,
madness that rivals Hell's foundation.
Not a war but a universal feud!
Armageddon’s renewable fuel,
a superb engine with only one defect:
a minute window of love,
that everyone will successfully not find!
The ALPHA of a professed OMEGA!
A Romios Midsummer’s Dream
In any weather, whether it be sun-kissed
or intensely stormy.
Is to find residence and warmth in the
incandescent,arms of her loving honey!
His olive-skinned arms encircled her,
like stippled, gold, giant butterfly wings.
His citrusy, warm breath, Mon Dieu,
makes her body both shudder and sing!
In his forever, velvet, house she chooses
to abide.
Listening to his Hellenic heart beat, as
strong as the Aegean Sea's tides.
Nothing in this merciless world does she
desire with her soul, more than this.
Her butterfly winged, home and a forevermore
Greek lastling, delicious kiss!
7/4/2024
The Wandering of a Dead Man
I move slowly, like a lost soul, a walking dead,
My vision, foreign, no longer belongs to me,
It is merely that of a human animal, an unwitting heir
Of Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality,
And all the illusions that weave the civilization in which I live and feel.
Like a dreamer in a sea of shadows, my mind wanders,
Each step an echo of ancient temples, each thought
A reflection of the extinguished lights of the past.
In the flow of my consciousness, waves of faded memories
Crash against unknown shores, carrying me
Through labyrinths of marble and silences.
My soul was sculpted in the cold marble of Hellenic thoughts,
But Roman order raised walls around my heart,
In rigid laws and stone structures, chaining my freedom.
Christian morality painted contours of black and white,
Splitting good from evil in a world without nuances,
Where the light of day swallows subtleties.
My heart, an ancient relic, pulses slowly,
A museum of dust-covered ideas, of illusions lived and felt,
An empty temple where the echoes of lost beliefs
Mix with the whispers of melancholy.
Advancing slowly, like a wandering dead man,
Through a world of shadows and ruins, a stranger
In a civilization that lives its agony before my eyes.
In this dance of shadows and lights, my vision fades,
Leaving behind an immense void, a memory of a world that was
And of illusions dissolved in the eternity of oblivion.
I am a traveler in a universe of unrealized dreams,
An echo of a falling star, lost in the void,
A wandering soul, without aim or destination,
Just an ephemeral dream in a fleeting world,
Where illusions dance on the stage of our transience,
In a dance of shadows and lights, in the infinity of melancholy.
Would that this poet were in Greece!
Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands.
Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands.
His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives.
The homes, white, with bright, blue tops.
Her heart beating so loudly, fearing it may stop!
But as the sun sets, she is far calmer.
Her head on his chest, she hears its Greek beat.
Then in Hellenic peace ,falls asleep to it’s melodic treat.
Sappho and Homer, she felt reincarnated.
To pen of love was always her deepest desire!
Deceased ages ago, but love brought back
her pen’s desire!
Dedicated to James
Thank you, dear friend!
8/31/2022