Long Homeric Poems

                              

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Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.

Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I, 
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.

Can I...

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Thoughts of a “Mid-Dot : (•)”

A couple of centuries back, I was recognized,
marked as mid-dot ; all were mesmerized.
I was most required for all. I was utilized
in literature extensively. But they improvised;

Resulting efforts made me...

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I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer 
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke 
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela  

I am proud Masai 
Standing around manyattas, 
Jumping...

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Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"

Lesson obstruction,
     but more so an over
     whelming flood of ideas
     makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable...

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- By Olongapoet

Are those dragon scales, your reason’s hides?
That I’d need St.George’s lance to pierce thru.
Need I look for angry Odin’s lost eye?
To see through thy cynicism’s Stygian depths?

Why does the sweet ambrosia of my...

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I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
My sword Kram, is double edged death

One horror burrowed deep in me at birth
With poison of a thousand thousand Hydras
To kill it I must kill myself
But I am Slasher Of...

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The magicians flute

The magicians flute 
the stage is set 
high up above Homeric gods 
sit amongst the clouds 
like Blake’s image 
of a greybeard elder 
holding a compass open 
and looking down On mortals below...

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"Arma virumque cano"

No more the Viking sagas
Singed by the dragon’s breath
No more the valiant charges
Into the Valley of Death.
No more the knights of chivalry
Bewitched by a maiden’s pallor.
No more the sword-drawn cavalry
Galloping with dash and...

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"Bring forth the witch! Bind her to the stake!
It has been my wish, to trample evil for God's sake."
Teztelian verbalism, another veiled devil's play,
Actors in cassocks, in God's name harvesting away. 

Tolkienan wits, I rewrite...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too...

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Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable

Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic...

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Apocalyptic sight

 

Six pairs of Homeric children’s eyes
Over the tomb of ice gray world
Multiply my infinite sorrow into sins with no eyes or ears
In tangents of nostalgia
I kiss the death there that life suffers lung...

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Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire

Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre

Invent a machine...

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The dermatologist
He was a big expansive man who had a Homeric laughter
when not shouting at nurses who loved him.
He performed surgery on me and warned the problem
would reappear in a few years; it did.
At sixty-five,...

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Cronus would never be defeated, or so he thought.
Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon a lesson taught.
Zeus took the sky, Hades the underworld, Poseidon the sea.
Poseidon became father of floods, hurricanes, storms, all three.

He somehow also grabbed...

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From Those Fields Afar, Where Imagination Shines

From dreams of great giants slain he woke
a poet with mighty pen spoke
some days ink running wicked black
others days on romantic track,
words slung as Byron, Shelly, Keats
with not a...

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choleric clouds, suspended
         over the leaking lake

   the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious

bereaved by a split pancake
      baffled by...

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Homeric laughter


 They had been angels sitting on clouds for
ten thousand years playing the harp, but
since they were in a timeless environment 
They didn`t want knot, only filled with a sense of 
ennui that came...

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Fourth of July

So I thought first of July was the US,s national day
I guess I was thinking of Trump and America first
histrionics and naively hopes the virus killing his nation,
will fade away like the morning...

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When the angelic hosts are swiftly soaring,
     and the scrolls of Creation are unfurling;
ten-thousand cataracts are loudly roaring,
     whilst asteroids from outer space are hurtling;

and round the...

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“And no bird weeping a lament  
no bird crying the song of its honey voice  
in the leaves of Spring’s many flowers 
could outrun him 
Pan, in song”
"Hymn to Pan,” The Homeric Hymns

Tis...

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