Long Pallas Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely,"...

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In It,  I Saw Prometheus Chained And Bound


I was reading Salinger's, "Catcher In The Rye" 
A follow up from Leo Tolsty's,  "War and Peace"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die"
Remember...

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“It Came in Our Dreams”

The Others 
watch on,
somewhere above us.

we, ant like
form our battalions
soldier ants 
with no substantial sting
repelling reptilian 
brains in flight
striking our oily deals 
sliding into our nightmares, 
acrid smoke, bee-keeping our hives
we...

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He was the son of Ernst, an immigrant gold engraver, 
his devoted mother Anna was a gifted musician-
Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was but one of seven children, 
all three talented sons were in constant competition....

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and the taste of unknown fruits
the rough-skinned oblong bud
the smooth texture of the pyramidal shell?
now without a palate like a dead Pallas
or like all dead things
who did not absorb the taste of distant fruits
for example...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeCT69YlTvk







"Immaculate Lost"




Closed door.
A cell shared
in constant 
heartache
counting days
on a cold wall
words counted
tears fill a well
there is the ocean
where sharks dwell
sharp teeth
and vicious minds
unforgiving 
that do not weep
stone hearts
a voice cuts conscience
bleeds red a river deep
life...

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Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain

and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His...

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Winged Lessons
            by Odin Roark

Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.

“From where came...

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Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes  
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry  
Bandy...

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Athena
the dutiful daughter standing behind her father
in lightning thick with aegis assurance
read to protect her family
and counselling them times of need

Athena, the grey eyed goddess
who watches carefully with graceful wisdom
coercing ignorance into obliteration
solutions fly into...

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Pallas brook was what we called that secret, hidden little stream,
We were very young boys living on and working the farm back then,
Grab some spare time, dig some worms and "go fishin" was the dream,
Get...

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Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed to see her nevermore

Storm clouds expelled true daylight
  ...

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Wings, as black as night 
Casting shadows on light 
Always, always tapping 
Disturbing those napping 
Tapping, tapping at a chamber door 

He never knew why I came 
Only hoping for something sane 
Hoping for lost...

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When the Parakeet increased his squawking
with the noise box ceaseless talking
far louder than the muted city roar.
Then I pondered that curious poem about the lost Lenore
About that bedeviled man and the raven Nevermore
How I envy...

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Pallas bat sips nectar from rare flower
This bats tongue has extraordinary power
The bat needs lot of nectar to devour
So he flies hour after hour

Flower blooms for only seven days
Bat on its nectar like antelope on...

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Lets take a journey back, back in time,
back in time to twelve million years ago;
and high in the Asian Steppes lets climb,
up thirteen hundred feet to cliffs narrow.

There we will find the Pallas cat unchanged,
this...

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Must you ask, what you are to me?
     Then let me say, and say it well.
You were a soul behind a mask,   
     a veil...

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Of towers and castles this land can account
None can eclipse this Acronian Mount
A donated token from cardinal minds
Fools of their worth, this city reminds

Whose former professors were junkies and crooks
For genius impermanent luck he mistook
Oblivious...

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I am a wild Pallas, so get out of my way.
I am determined to get back to my kits today
They are high away from people in the Tibetan Plateau
Please leave me alone, for I can...

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Athena Lady Pallas - Francis Bacon's muse.
Hyperactive Children Emerald calming may they use.
Metaphysics, Wendy Chung - sofwtare ideolu-shuns.
Aeliological tragectories; Logically fulfilled Possibilities.
Logos is replaced by code, source authority erodes.
Positive computational transformative change,
fundamentalist complexity backlash no...

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