Long Penelope Poems

They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when...

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At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his erection
For his love life it was a massive blow

To the hospital fled poor...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome

All my friends are pretty jealous of...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like you?

Margaret Atwood:
Ah, James, your stream, like a cerebral...

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After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:

“You two who are in the same fire space,
If with you...

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Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are

I truly...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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These are modern English translations of love poems by Geoffrey Chaucer. These are poems of love, longing, passion and desire.

To Rosemounde: A Ballade
by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

Madame, you’re a shrine to loveliness
And as...

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Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I...

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We have exchanged few words today for I know you have the need to problem solve, fire watch deep in your mental cave. 
 
I shut my eyes,  to take in the atmosphere, there...

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Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree.
Then...

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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled...

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Alison Alligator eating artichokes on a ant hill,
     watching
     Beverly Bear floating on a cloud over there,
     which developed a leak,
  ...

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Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years...

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Malfunction, malfunction
Says the broken machine, cold and clean
Mal...mal...malfun....malfun...malfunction
Error, error
System overload, overlapping with firewall breakdown
What, what, what's the protocol
Answer to the dial tone at all
Blank, the direct word you're looking for blank you bland suit
Don't sue,...

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felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every...

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Troy, The Defeat, Odysseus Punishment

Apollo, the archer-god, was quite unfair
Slew Eurytus for a vain archery boast
Mortal lives he had so very little care
Sending Greek ships sailing to the coast

Helen of Sparta, beauty beyond compare
face that...

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Sunday Rose 
A poem about enriching your life with the love of your partner-in-life, inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom

As I walk quickly upon the steep mountain pass
I find you searching though the ever-green grass
For wild...

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Part 3 of ? in an unfolding Denizens series

Spring came; Penelope left with a company,
bodyguard, chambermaid, there at her side.
Ten days of travel now lay there before them:
the passage maintained well, the way open, wide. 

For...

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“colore nero”



When the colour
was sucked out 
of our breath

our worlds 
waited for 
3

ecstatic 
prophecy 
Taigi

we 
turned 
our backs

waiting 
like zombies
in long lines

we returned home
closed ourselves in 
waited in our cribs

for our 
curtains to call
black ball...

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A castle full of mouths that talk about you
They tell me your vices that aren't true
But all my ears listen are the words my heart speak of you
So I dedicate this piece of cloth to...

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Back in the mists of time
Were stories sung 
Where minds in thrall by minstrels 
Were held
With tales revealing 
Viscerality and viciousness
The currency of glory and shame.

Who does not marvel at 
Achilles's pride
A ruthless killing machine...

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They weave, they weave
They weep and they weave
Smarting under the persecuting whips -
Verbal, literal or carnal whips
They weep, they weep.

Locust-like they swarm the streets
To reach the factories before the sun settles well
In its diurnal rounds.
There...

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Just as in twilight –men’s eyes roam, unbidden, seek horizon’s golden light
Thus do men –roam with nature’s Sappho-rhythm--Yearning, yearning
into your indigo unceasing velvet night
Spiraling –throbbing--- perpetual sensations—Burning, burning
Hot despair-- escaped-- from siren-bred mad-delight
		Run did I...

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