Long Minerva Poems

WORDS ON THE SAND (Part 3)

Not distant a young girl watching silent
On her wheelchair. No writing from a limited body
The sand waiting from her what in life is more salient
After she saw the old man,...

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Brutus Iulius Trois page 08 

Suddenly stillness all sounds silenced  the last pirate slain.
From the bowels of the Tireme came cheers that grew louder
From men newly freed from their enslavement  to the Thracian...

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To vt
How sweet is this divine duo..!
Let me complete the verse due
Ethnicity emitted elegantly
As they pose magnificently
Majestic bevy with hair cascadic
To extoll I find words sporadic
A light flashing adds grace
They resemble Goddesses
Royal and regal aura
My...

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Brutus Iulius Trois Page 04
Venus hastened to answer Aurora 
You still weep for Memnon but where is Memnon's grave?
the squalling Memnonides yearly honor an empty tomb
Immortal Memnon dwells in the hall of slain heroes
disporting himself...

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Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus

I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God 
Last night I had a vision from God
it was his...

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Rather than the light of the day
why does the owl soar in the darkened night sky?

Does the owl soar in the darkened night sky 
avoiding dazzling daylight because it’s painful 
to watch the terribly misshapen...

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The Greek Taverna 

Where can you be, dancer of my soul?
I want it be 1967 right now.
Where I can walk into the Minerva
Be seated by a handsome host,
And with my heart pounding..you are now walking towards me.

The...

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You are now past “Hogwartz age”
Time to let you out of childhoods “cage”
To turn your life’s book on a new page
So get ready to take center stage

Witches’ brew and Wizards spell
Joyful ringing of heaven’s bell
It’s...

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I know it's hard please grandchildren 
standstill
You should have gotten tired after climbing 
the hill
to my friend Minerva's country cabin.
Please say hello to her, Althena her little owl,
And her friend Dawn the deer.
We want to...

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Where will you live if we allow you to go to the U.K.? 
Mulan hesitated. The only witch her family knew was Xianniang.
I will be well taken care of, she assured them. 
They did not...

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The Guild
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By: Hephaestus and Minerva
A conversation about both
Oak Island and Rancocas Finds
Treasures and Artifacts


Built by Brutus de Villeroi
found in the muds of 
Rancocas Creek.
Blackbeards sword on the
Crystal Coast.
From frustration to
a calm happiness
he spoke in detail...

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Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost yourself in this fragile dance for two 

Inside this tango...

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A voice I heard in the sunken gardens
while walking the pathway to my office.
Above me in an old fir tree sat
the child of Minerva, looking down at me;
bedecked in white, brown and black feathers.

I stopped...

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I am the native of interface between this world and the other
Living presently in my shrine at the Roman baths at Bath in UK
People used to throw coins into me because of my sanctity
But no...

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Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis 

Tough talk across Atlantic...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters...

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I am the native of interface between this world and the other
Living presently in my shrine at the Roman baths at Bath in UK
People used to throw coins into me because of my sanctity
But no...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters...

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Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers
Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush
Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her
Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by
Imagine those coils;...

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I wonder if sage Socrates 
opined today
And said listen good people to 
what I have to say
Where would those people who 
are paid just to spin
Fit this sage controversial free 
thinker in

Or if Jesus Christ...

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With his leonine face,
Young for his age,
A little unsteadily he
Climbs onto the stage,
Adjusts the microphone 
From his special chair
Benevolently regarding us
All eagerly waiting there. 

A raconteur, a story teller, 
He explains his song choice
Then holds...

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Speculative, the owl of Minerva,
fires up the brain of childhood.
Word pictures of war and death,
love and nature...and God.

Psalm twenty-three, Trees,
O Captain My Captain, and
Richard Cory on the top tier.

I begin to express my inner world,
the...

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Written: May 12, 2024

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Setting resolve, crashing, 
onto desolate shores
glittering with rubies
In the depths of those eyes,
a...

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A sparkling beauty with graceful aura
A sizzling smile of Lord Minerva
An enormously gracious diva
An iconic figurine like flora
Fabulously carved in God’s leisure
What a perfect golden measure
A superfect model with quotient in teem
Glistening with her evergreen...

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At water’s edge, this rocky chasm shore.
I am Belisama, numen of lakes and rivers,
or sometimes Brigit of mystic phasm lore.  
I am the brightest one, the fiery one who delivers.
To the Romans I am...

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