Long Maltese Poems
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To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang
On to. We completely got away from
Society.
White flowers were growing through the
Logs on the left and right sides making
This a beautiful scene with an aromatic
Bouquet. The sun shining through the
Trees up ahead of us was giving off an
Autumn reddish brown glow to the leaves.
We had to face an actuality
Since we lost a child we needed a different
Type of family activity.
When Melody was alive we would all go to
The beach cottage to enjoy the sand, water,
Sun, and sea breeze.
Now to bring our family closer together we
Went for a walk in the myriad shades of
Green forest on a long light brown rough
Hew log pathway that goes through the
Woods with a rope going along the top to
Hang on to. We completely got away from
Society.
We wanted this family vacation to give us
A new family memory without any
Reminders of Melody taking away our
Gaiety
Or making anyone feel ill at ease.
We had to face An actuality.
Nature gives off a form of energy.
As does our grandchildren when their
Playing with our Maltese.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods with
A rope going along the top to hang on to.
We completely got away from society.
This was brought to life as we used the
Rough water fountain and the bathroom
Facility.
We were in a time freeze.
We had to face an actuality.
I am happy to report this vacation was a
Victory
For us as a family. Everyone was pleased.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang on
To. We completely got away from society.
We had to face an actuality.
On the balcony of our room
We stood alone, just you and me
Watching the rising crescent moon
The twinkling undulating sea
Inhaled the salty fragrant air
You had your arm around my waist
Warm breath that flirted on my nape
The teasing lips ready to taste
Let out a sigh, there was no haste,
It was yet early in the night
Temptation waited by the side
It lingered, silent, out of sight
I’d longed for moments just like this
You smelt so good, tasted divine
Our lips were locked in urgent kiss
Full bodied gift like rich red wine
Your gentle hands removed my dress
Dilating eyes filled with delight
For I wore not my thermal vest
The heated passion filled the night
A cloud went by, obscured the moon
Now things were not how they should seem
I was alone, he was not there
This must have been a Maltese dream!
Collaboration: Paul Callus & Jan Allison
30th October 2014
Quieter than usual I stand alone in my verandah
looking over a lamp-lit street-bench.
Across the ocean a plane lands down onto the runway
where my wind- swept words would not be heard
and my mascara stained cheeks will not be seen.
Lost I whisper: "Farewell my little child Farewell
Embark on your journey...
Go chase the stars Live life Count a thousand ways to smile
Spread those wings Fly free Build up your destiny
Go girl Explore the world Ride on its golden wheel
It takes you places magical places wherever you want to be
Do all the things you aim to do Believe in all that makes you you
Walk Run Run through lavender fields Don't turn your back on the foreign breeze
Its sweet Its soft Like I described it A million nights into your sleep.
Oh my one my only child a maltese beauty
with noicettes eyes with sweetest charms and hazel hair
When was it that you turned into a lady of a kindred soul and a smile so fair
Oh my one my only child with a determined mind and a spirit sublime
In my absence Do not fear In lonely silence seek me and I'll be there
Shawling your solitude with sudden care Humming a lullaby on our old rocking chair
Covering cold nights with blankets of love Whispering stories about God above.
Oh my one my only child I know there's cursed distance that will keep us apart
but distance is only a grain compared to my heart
Its the heart of a mother that beats to your own And wherever you are
It keeps on protecting you It keeps being your home.
My child My one only child ..."
Ps : My daughter Christina is still very young, but a mother sees not only the past and the present when She thinks of her child, the future is a vision She thinks of from day one with soul, heart, and mind.
Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I
Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch
You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no one to embrace you in the grave.
The joys of love are for the living.
But in Acheron, dear virgin,
we shall all lie dust and ashes.
—Asclepiades of Samos, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Let me live with joy today, since tomorrow is unforeseeable.
?Michael R Burch, after Palladas of Alexandria
Now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathways of the night:
his owner’s faithful Maltese...
but will he still bark again, on sight?
?Michael R Burch, after Tymnes
Poor partridge, poor partridge, lately migrated from the rocks;
our cat bit off your unlucky head; my offended heart still balks!
I put you back together again and buried you, so unsightly!
May the dark earth cover you heavily: heavily, not lightly...
so she shan’t get at you again!
?Michael R Burch, after Agathias
Hunter partridge,
we no longer hear your echoing cry
along the forest's dappled feeding ground
where, in times gone by,
you would decoy speckled kinsfolk to their doom,
luring them on,
for now you too have gone
down the dark path to Acheron.
?Michael R Burch, after Simmias
Wert thou, O Artemis,
overbusy with thy beast-slaying hounds
when the Beast embraced me?
?Michael R Burch, after Diodorus of Sardis
Dead as you are, though you lie as
still as cold stone, huntress Lycas,
my great Thessalonian hound,
the wild beasts still fear your white bones;
craggy Pelion remembers your valor,
splendid Ossa, the way you would bound
and bay at the moon for its whiteness
as below we heard valleys resound.
And how brightly with joy you would leap and run
the strange lonely peaks of high Cithaeron!
?Michael R Burch, after Simonides
Keywords/Tags: ancient, Greek, epigram, epigrams, epitaph, epitaphs, translations, elegy, elegies, eulogy, eulogies, death, grave, funeral, lament, mourning, loss, pain, bereavement
This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me
We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry
After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand
I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date
I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please
A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand
On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine
I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss
I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl
Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace
We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet
In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun
The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
Rhythmic explosions
As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared
We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
Loving charms
We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing
For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "
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Form:
There was once a maiden who lived by the sea
with lustrous lips that dried too soon
like early dew perched on a tree .
She once was beautiful with skin so fair
A veil of lilacs covered her hair.
Her eyes the brightest of moonglow beams
Her voice, a drifting wave on a late night breeze.
Her dimpled smile lit each dark alley
Her carefree spirit reached every valley.
This little maiden had never married
though noble blood her womb has carried.
Undressed from innocence, her tender flesh
has felt the warmth of drunken breath.
His fingertips exposed her neck
and then trailed down along her back.
She couldn't move, She couldn't scream
At last, She ran not to be seen.
She ran so fast to be set free
She raised her son, lone by the sea.
I wake up screaming
Max the Axe has just chopped me into bits
It is not the first time
but this time I felt it.
I glare at my husband who is still clicking buttons.
Can you give that a rest? I ask.
He does not hear me.
He is in lahlah land
In video game world.
Being a detective
Solving crimes
Right and left.
He has no idea there is a real person in this room
For he is Sam Spade aka Humphry Bogart
Master detective with a Maltese Falcon
Who has not yet discovered Lauren Bacall
Living in the 60's
Over a bar in Los Angeles
Written: April 19th, 2020 Poetry Contest: Strand Pick C, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand Any Form
Where do your ideas come from?
I am astonished, astounded, surprised each time.
Don’t other people listen? Pay attention? Drive to work?
How can they not notice the toaster is pouting today?
Don’t their....
neighbors have screaming yelling fights and end up laughing?
dogs wear cowboy hats and run around shooting their six-shooters?
husbands trip on ducks and fall into a Maltese Falcon Statue?
How can they not notice their underwear is on backwards?
Do they not see the stars spying them as they take a whizz?
Do they not feel their living room’s hostility when they paint it gray?
Where do my ideas NOT come from is a better question actually.
Everyone knows our dear Charmaine
From the Mediterranean Isle of Malta
A beautiful lady so loving and gentle
My admiration for her never falters
Charming and sweet are a couple of words
Describing this dear loving soul
I hold my breath till her name appears
Since this ageing heart she stole
Others on the site are sweethearts too
Can't possibly mention them all
But this is all about Charmaine Chircop
That dear sweet Maltese doll
Since the day Charmaine came into my life
The sun has never stopped shining
She fills each day with such joy and kindness
Forever on her love, I'm dining
© Jack Ellison 2014