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Hephaistos, is it? Barricade the door!
For every time he comes his plan were grand;
And every time he leaves, we were more poor;
And once again is more than I can stand!
There is a ship to build. To you I bring the draft.
Of other of thy ships we built, they sank.
And there thou blamed Poseidon, or our work.
The last thou thought were late and gave no thank,
And called our manner slow, though none did shirk.
Perhaps you paused to sleep. I leave no time for that.
Of other of thy ships, our pay were small.
Of little coin! Shall this be ever all?
I carry plans, not gold. I care not what you earn.
Yet shall this be a ship so grand they’ll say,
“Honor those who built it” one good day?
Think you are beauties, then? To you they’ll never turn!
Hephaistos, if we build it, when we’re through,
On some fine journey, shall we be the crew?
Some few, perhaps, may go. More likely, not a one.
Hephaistos, hard the winter we befell.
And shall this ship then help to make it well?
Ponder well its purpose. Yet never know, till done.
I shall not once again go down his path!
For little gain, to face foul Fortune’s wrath!
And you may marry folly, fine with me,
Yet luscious lucre shall my lady be!
More work then for the rest. Thou, help me roll this flat.
Our friends shall say, we left them for a ship.
And they shall laugh once more, and we shall cry.
And something of our hearts these labors rip!
Why shall we once again a little die?
For the love of the ship, and the love of the craft.
Give me a hammer and give me a nail.
There’s joy in the work, though ‘twere no avail.
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Beneath the rubble of the Ocean
Where Panoply Swirls Decadent
Memories of Jupiter
Before the Flood-Omega
and, retro-spect, the turn of Archimedes
Poseidon in A Rage
Prophecies the Doom of the Titans
The Rush of the Nightengales
In the Dark of Obsidian Night
In the Cool of the Shrouded Dawn
Whom Fell to Earth
Without Hearkening the Runes of the Sibyl
Or Gilding the Armor of the Hoplite
"They Came Only to Procure the Heat of Day"
Poseidon proclaimed to his Daughter Ocean
Or Complained,
Perhaps
In Damnable Rhyme
With the Flow and Beat of Her Tides
Steadily Plummeting Above
"Yes, And I Love Him For It."
>Venus^< Demurred Coquettishly
"His Day is the Urge That I Hear,
---In the Night."
Quietly, she returned to her Lonely Merman
Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep
Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber
Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind
Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app
When dreams slip into a magical edition it proofreads my soul
In magic Morpheus tenders to soft renditions and rehearses
A new dawn for sanity’s sake and rearranges bedlam in silence
Ties new meaning to fake news and spins alignments afresh
Compounds and rearranges while the curtain slowly descends
A dress rehearsal in night gown patiently waits for the curtain
A sacred orange globe dances with ripples dissected by clouds
Ultramarine parades on the fading horizon of tangerine canvas
As the gatekeeper confers with clairvoyants and hobbling goblins
The mermaids charter the voyage with sea gulls and dolphin as they
Tie holy knots onto the tapestry of fabrication and spirited truths
Sometimes my aspirations and recollections call for clean slates
When charcoal rules anthracite waves draped in sombre veils
Or polychrome splashes beg to hold on to the palette forever
Sleep brushes over karma and vagaries and tames with a stroke
Of restful fortune in infinite renditions of what the future might hold
A life line appears on the horizon anchoring a courageous flare
Regardless of whether my journey explores a secret underworld
Or ships critique onto the blatantly obvious faults in the vessel
Poseidon pumps up the raft as tears and regrets rock the boat
Blows caution to the wind and advises to hold on for dear life
Neptune challenges his counterpart and weighs for good measure
Yet Atlantis refuses to sink and Nirvana sweeps the ocean’s floor
Phoenix gathers soaked ashes while jetsam jumps into the current
When the night parades its blessing the sun resets a new dawn
The moon watches over assorted memories baggage and hope
19th April 2020
*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII*
Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen;
nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents,
bruised business time leases sucked spells -
apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast.
Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca,
skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border
'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened.
Ho! Rusty retina was moistened;
a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate -
sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled fabrics trailed.
'wards felon fruit peered th' taunting ****,
'n' Poseidon, pious, rustic rage licked.
Hither thithered h' th' jolting jungle
'f which ere sewn sage's muse scribbled.
'20:07:17:13:22
Note:
a) of plagued pride.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sate - sat
ii) Writ - written
iii) Lone - (of place) solitary
iv) Yore - long ago
v) Anon - Immediately
vi) Hither/thither - from here/to there
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n - in
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - on
iv) 'ter - after
v) t' - to
vi) th' - the
vii) 'wards - towards
viii) 'f - of
O’ mighty ship of tides, great boundless sea
upon whom brave souls all caution cast her,
deep immortal springs of eternity
where Poseidon rules as lord and master.
See the battery smoke, the powder lighting -
the buckling oak, the breach, the ocean’s roar,
Empire’s keel and hull wave high smiting
the heroic galleon! The Man O’ War!
So seek a fair wind all you seafarers,
sail beyond her far isles all you brave hearts -
heed Triton’s trumpet by your endeavours
when upon the bow of her deepest parts.
Thus hearken not the sirens that curse whom
rest in peace in a silent sunken tomb.
Written: June 2012
Desire and want are on the far side.
A lifetime to crisscross black waters.
Say goodbye from your porcelain boat with a rudder of bones
Set sextant for shores of honey and gold.
Offer a diamond-studded prayer to Poseidon.
Sails filling with faith and tattered hope.
Tides can be cruel, or tides can be kind.
Rarely are they indifferent.
Currents are jesters that tickle the will, then smash the mind.
You'll soon yearn for tiny treasures long ignored and loves left behind.
Say, what did you find when you finally arrived?
On the far side -the furthest side.
Did you find what you needed: peace of mind?
After you scraped off barnacles and leeches.
Did you manage to sift the dream?
From the sirens and seagull screeches.
Now you've had your fill of the nymphs and the thrills.
Yearning to go back to old flames that you fled from.
The porcelain ship is cracked -weighted with gold
You shallowly pray to the God of infinite chances.
But he's finally run thin on custom-made patches.
You've gained no humility or wisdom.
So, you continually curse him.
Now you're stranded by your mind, tormented by time.
What did you extract from this great expansion?
From the journey of mirrors and hollow-eyed enchantments...
Now, brace for the pangs of the coming contraction.
Priam's pride to history's dust consigned
Our Gift of Horse had done it's deed
With spoils of war, exulting, we unfurled our sail
Twelve ships set hopes to land on Ithaca's shore
Our gift of horse had done it's deed
Great misery was deemed our lot
Twelve ships set hopes to land on Ithaca's shore
Politics of gods had doomed us from the start
Great misery was deemed our lot
First was a tryst with the Lotus-Eating men
Politics of gods had doomed us from the start
Odysseus' grit was what saved us then
First was a tryst with the Lotus-Eating men
Next came Polyphemus of the Cyclopean eye
Odysseus' grit was what saved us then
Betrayed and blinded was Poseidon's son
Next came Polyphemus of the Cyclopean eye
In anguish the giant did his father call
Betrayed and blinded was Poseidon's son
The furious Sea-God heard his call
In anguish the giant did his father call
Poseidon swore to avenge his son
The furious Sea-God heard his call
Nature's fury was wreaked on us
Poseidon swore to avenge his son
As we made landfall on Aeolus' shore
Nature's fury was wreaked on us
As again we set sail with Aelous' gifts
As we made landfall on Aeolus' shore
We let loose the untamed winds
As again we set sail with Aelous' gifts
With storm unabated into the Laestrygons we ran
---- Continued in Part II
Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims, whistleblower preposition
Lightning followed by lightning struck in series, cacophony of the call lit up the dark oblivion
Trembling and shaking, the tempest and the gala, in the twinkle of an eye, on and on
Darkest deep overshadowed the heap , black and the glory
The clouds and the thunderbolt , a sleepy sky , speechless and without a clue
Awakened all of a sudden ,a bit salt of the poseidon, turner of the muse and the seven seas.
Raga: Megh mollar
Taal : Trital
Composition (Bangla 1289)
Composition: (AC 1882)
Eulabeia cautioned a World
that men might soil the name
of Cupid.
Those who convert and interrupted
and reassocated
might concern for
those who believe or are in need
of something to believe.
Romans adopted and reassocated
Cupid. Some said it
was inthe intent to confuse
and cause.
To the Greeks Cupid was known
as Eros( he had a magical pan flute)
the handsome God
of love. Eros who was known
to the Gods and mortals as someone
who would play with their emotions.
One story of Eros was that he
gave the nectar of the Gods to the People
without asking there Zeus
They instead thanked Poseidon who was
had angered Zeus and was deposed..
So to build a army to oppose believers in Zeus
Poseidon aroused the pole
telling them to be pregnant all of them
might there children grow
to oppose Zeus
in a battle at Athens.
Poseidon knew of Eros Nectar
and used the opportunity to
to make Eros the scapegoat in his plan.
Zeus shall hate him
he was told.
Titan heard this and sent Psyche to Eros
but hrbid her to look at him due
to his handsome face
and attractive body.
They neither prayed or thanked Zeus
When the children of Athens became pregnant
Titan caused the waves to rise and either provide
the people with the largest ish
or let them be washed to sea and eaten by fishes.
Zeus asked Titan why he did such
Titan said to Zeus Eros
has aroused many
regardless of age or gender
with the nectars
of the gods.
Such would only create war upon the seas.
Than Psyche was forbiddance to look
at Eros she was sent to talk to Eros
Titan had forbidden her to look at him.
gods and monsters
and dogs in front of
the graveyard gates
don't think about the future
less than dull ending
in a grey empty flat
mines under the surface
of wet carpet elegy
scratch their names
in the name of Poseidon
with spikes on the rocks
lone stretches of a hill road
moan in the night after
the broken car windshields
and tiny red streams
the intimate stranger
left the crowded dancing hall
untimely without words
jumped on the carriage
surroundings fade away
during the funeral
on sunny tuesday
but the storm of post-loneliness
is slinking closer
and decades end
in a mournful ceremony
almost as sad as the trees
outside the cemetery