Long Scylla Poems
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Automobile prohibitive maintenance costs
pitches me pitifully begging for alms
lamenting dog forsaken
melon collie unpleasant circumstances
pleading with outstretched palms
disgraced to beg, perhaps donate
major organ and/or entire body
to ease vehicular qualms
aha... methinks the missus could pose
as ventriloquist after mortician embalms
these lovely bones, but, hmm...
even then post mortem
agitation most likely becalms...
Straitjacketed impasse finds
yours truly going for broke
to nurse our 2009 Hyundai Sonata,
which monetary outlay doth yoke
mine fate heading, née accelerating
at ever increasing speed
emitting plume of smoke
which thick noxious exhaust
would immediately choke
any innocent wheel chaired,
or ambulatory pedestrian,
bicyclist (think Chernobyl),
a nightmare that did woke.
Mein kampf reduced between
a rock and hard place
analogous to trapped betwixt
Scylla and Charybdis
inadequate funds to purchase
newer preowned car,
nor paltry monies to erase
utter nightmare, yes
father did spring me
unexpected mullah, yet
the near future will menace
this dirt poor aging baby boomer,
and his moderately significant other,
she too needs more than solace
lacking gainful employment and
financial resources, maybe brazen
to broadcast such
amidst digital populace
such tsuris (Yiddish meaning
trouble or woe; aggravation)...
Just letting of figurative steam
emblematic of this easily
intimidated fellow with decent
original (long "e") meme
all throughout his life shouldered,
or voluntarily stationed to sidelines
courtesy crème de la crème
topnotch competitors within
human race attain the
supposed "American dream"
or similar facsimile thereof
finding one fool on the hill
gagging at extreme
pauperism, yes mainly linkedin
to series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket would ogle,
envy chiefly hanker ring)
hashtagging me more supreme
regarding amassing adversity.
Thank you stranger near or afar
understanding how or why
Sylvia Plath crafted The Bell Jar
a cult classic, I would never
attempt to duplicate, my par
for the course literary contribution
might... humph earn me one lone star
if ever dabblings in scratching
out feeble efforts courtesy this word Tsar.
And so they sailed, on and on, uncharted were where they went, till they came to Hade's land
Dark and grey and dismal was the land where wraiths and shadows wandered on the sand
There they held congregation with the dead whose time on Charon's ferry was yet to clear.
Odysseus did meet his mother Anticleas as did Achilles, Agamemnon, and Teresias the Seer.
Teresias, blind from birth, had vision of the Gods and good counsel he did give
Of more travails, he did prophesise, of arcane things he did tell, of ways to overcome and live.
So once again, the Grecian ship set sail with a sense of dire forebodings, a journey lasting long
And hence they came where dwelt fair maids, the Syrenia, of sweet and dreaded song.
The Sirens were a beauteous lot, their songs lured ships and men to the rocks, and shipwreck
Oysseus, forewarned, stuffed beeswax in the ears of crew, and bound was he to a mast on deck
So the Sirens' song, which doomed all men, was heard by our hero to his hearts content
And the ship sailed past averting sure doom, as deaf crew to their sailing task were bent.
Now, in those days of Mythical Beasts were two most dreaded beasts of the seas
Scylla of the hexa-head with ravenous mouths, and the maelstrom called Charybdis.
Caught were the crew between the choice of the two, and Odysseus made the choice
Scylla it was that Odysseus chose. With heavy heart he sailed past it, gave six men as sacrifice.
... To be continued in Part IV
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
There along the coast the harbor
where the tresure
is said to be.
How do you know this said one brave sailor.
The Captain smiled and said
one of Casears men was aboard the ship
that ran ashore to be sunkened
with tresure abound.
The sailor then said Captain my Captain
how than are we to retreive should plentiful harvest.
The Captain grinned and walked away.
Once on the shore
they saw the image that was promised them a ship
sank but visible enough
to see and even near.
At low tide we shall be able to see the tresure
Hail Casear that he is great!
Said the Captain. They dressed down and jumped in
grabbing trunks and jars
and the large pottery.
They sat opening the lute.
Gold and silks.
They had found the ship that they were ppromised to find.
They packed up and set sail for home.
On the way home they saw a ship in the distance
the ship came closer, and closer and suddenly
they were close enough to talk
with out yelling.
Permission tyo board Captain.
The Captain denied the first request until he got the name of the ship
and the Captains name.
The enproaching Captain asked the Captain to come abord for supper,
The Roman Captain asked might supper
be sent to his ship. They agreed and before the sun sat
they sat on two ships eating
in conversation.
They agreed to both be on there way at dawn
and to have the enving together for
fun and activities.
Moring came and members of the crew
who had not taken part in the activies of the previous evening
had taken command until the Captain woke.
They waited and waited and finally at about noon
they looked in on the Captain
and the tresure
gone both were gone. They asked the Captain of the ship along side them
where was there Captain?
The Captain said a sea Creature
had swallowed him and members
of the crew
and they were lost forever.
He held his hat in hius hand
and talked of the fight they had put up against the sea creature.
Scylla, he said his name was, a six headed sea creature,
he dared not to destroy Casears ship might Casear extract revenge upon him.
Tell the people of Rome that the Captain was a hero and he fought Heroicly, on to Rome my freind
that all is lost. They took up anchor and sailed away.
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 upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but with a caveat-
Helios pride was his golden herd, indolent and fat,"Do what you will, but don't touch that"
Well, as was their wont, like a terrible refrain, full-weathered from woes and want, but yet unwise,
The crew, overcome by gluttonous greed, slaughtered a heifer, for raucous feast, not sacrifice.
Wild was Helios at this blatant deceit, with terrible curse, banished them all, to wander once again.
So with Helios' curse (and Neptune's help), the ship was tossed and soon lost, all crew were slain.
It was Odysseus alone who was alive, afloat on flotsam, floating about, with fervent wish of death
But sweet surcease was not his lot, more plight was his fate - his tryst was due with Charybdis yet.
Perhaps Scylla was a better bet, in it's slavering jaws a definite death, I think he'd rather have it
But caught he was in Charybdis' thrall, a vortex which ate him whole, and threw him out as spit.
Past the maelstrom's outer whirl was our hero tossed clinging to life's last hope, verily a straw
Floated, the wasted carricature of a man, denied of food and water, no sustenance he could draw.
But perchance the Gods smiled on him, wearied of their devious, puerile games going too long
Odysseus fell on land once more, where restored were life and limb, bewitched by Calypso's song.
Now Odysseus, all said and done, was a man vulnerable to worldly women's wanton wiles
And Calypso was full besot with our hero's lusty frame, his wit, his deeds and charming smiles.
For seven years did he taste bliss, ensconced in Calypso's arms with thought of home amiss
But one day, after seven years, did Caypso, with heavy heart, let him go on pleas of our Hermes.
From Calypso's isle did Odysseus sail on raft, through storm, as was now his habit, and came to Sceria
Where Nausicca, on Athena's urge, gave succor, till he sailed with Phaecians who had trade with Sumeria
The Phaecian ships soon landed Odysseus on fair Ithacan shores where Penelope had travail,
But my dear laddies, I must hie hence, for the Dawn is nigh, of Penelope and Suitors, is another tale.
Concluded
Part One of the Hearts of Man
They looked tommorrow in the face
and decided to sail
there beyond the sea
whereAegir troubles
to cause the storms to task men
we shall stand positioned
to reap the bounty of the sea
One sailor stood and said and you shall be alone
as we are wise to the storms
of this place The Odyssey might sail
but without a crew
he sighted endangering a system for personal gain
had drawn this crew to refuse to sail
" trouble ye thyn self"
they chanted and walked away.
Day's later the Captain reentered the city looking for
a new crew
with promises of gold and tresure
and women that even the unworthiest man
could have as his own.
Lines formed and a fellow who had be a crew member
to this same Captain stood and said
he'll lead you to the Scylla to be the meal of
the creature
might this entertain him
and then before Casear he shall stand
to beg for appropreations
to do the same again.
The Captain stood and said are you saying that
I have forsakened my crew
yet we've haven't parted.
The sailor stood taller saying yes
you shall lure them to there demise
that it might please you.
Just as you did in the name of exploration
and again in the name of redemption
and agin in the name
of lost treasure.
Four ships lost to the Creation
and again Casear shall allocate
to the ends of these men
as long
as they contiune to sail.
I stand to warn them that you are mad
and uncaring.
Queitly the Captain was hastened away
and days later
with a small crew he sailed.
Hattie L. Rogers
1844 – 1917
The playing cards of life are a stacked deck.
As soon as you begin to breathe
You begin to die and disintegrate.
All of the winners in life
Eventually end up the losers.
You enter this Big House with nothing.
Nothing but a cracked soul, a cursed heart
And that stacked deck of crooked playing cards.
Your destiny, my friends, lies in the dust.
So I figured early on, like King Solomon,
That there is no use; it is all futile and hopeless at best.
When I came to this sad realization
About life on this staggering planet,
I decided the only worthwhile meaning in living
Is in finding true happiness,
Even in the midst of hopeless despair.
Even in the midst of this mocking gaping graveyard
That lusts for flesh and blood
Like Odysseus’ giant with the one eye
Like a carnivorous Scylla, hiding high up in its dark perch,
Up there in the insidious shadows,
Awaiting another human meal at noontide.
So, what happiness did I find in my 73 years?
Years that seemed to fly by like a hummingbird in April.
I found ineffable joy
In the phenomenal nativity of my twin boys.
Found indescribable ecstasy
In the tender embrace of my loving husband,
Found incomparable elation
In the survival of my children and grandchildren.
Living descendants, you are always welcome to loiter at my grave.
Bring a pack of cards though.
I am always up for a new ante.
I'd met you, like a lad meeting his neighbor little lass,
Charmed to you at very first sight, I stood like a dumb ass;
As tabooed lover admiring his darling, I stood far,
Thirst of bathing in your love, yet, blazed in me like tar jar...
I looked like a hippy cowboy in my rustic boyhood,
You're a celibate Tamil lady in blue maidenhood;
Your charmed me; I was like iron-dust attracted by magnet,
I'd fallen in your beauty as a fish in a dragnet...
I stood in bewilderment as you grew in great beauty,
I sensed being your devotee is my august duty;
Your treasures I ignored preferring your simplicity,
Pearl and ruby seemed nothing before your complexity...
This adoration got doubled, like seasons in full bloom,
The times I'd failed to visit you, had been my greatest gloom;
Your wonders, like star-dusts, in huge microscopes I did zoom,
Your water-beauty resembled Arabian perfume...
It's then, like volcano, the caste-creed concept erupted,
Folks near you from folks from far got mutually abducted;
Folks, once, stood bound in garlands of fragrant fraternity,
Found each one engulfed by enmity of eternity...
Religion, like daggers in tragic plays, reasons did raze,
Violence started writing on humans bloody red rays;
Massive stones and boulders, thundered, splitting shoulders and chest,
Dragging them in nets, like rough sharks, some drowned them with full zest...
You turned a meeting-place for transmitters of violence,
Great market wherein one could buy and sell ethnic vengeance;
Hallmark of your beauty, lily-like purest innocence,
Had hidden its head under dark hideous insolence...
Thenceforth, your sapphire blue got turned into coral blood red,
It's not menses-cycle of change; you seemed seeking blood-shed;
Like Scylla, and Charybdis, you stood swallowing the dead,
To the guiltless folks around, you proved to be a death-bed...
My love of meeting you often, then, like sunset got shred;
As a beast least bothered in love, I, thenceforth, went ahead;
You beat loudly all through day and night as though calling me,
Will first love, failed and faded, yet, easily gain its glee...?
(On a sea near my hometown, I fondly visited during my boyhood, changing into a center of cast-creed violence)
15 December 2021
Caught between the Scylla of illness and the Charybdis of wholeness
My reason and my belly
make a swift retreat
infected by indecision.
Side by side they stand now
silent like the dead.
I hear stranger cry
interrupting silence of the night.
Shadows of the sun sets
some new, untrodden path.
To wake, to cleanse, to make
man's spirit free.
Across the street a lonely bird
envies my resolution.
A gentle touch of the wind
scares it away.
In my little walled-in garden
tree of optimism now blooms.
Luminous rays of sun
teach me a new lesson
Bring yourself to your roots.
To manifest reason's grace
I hide the biggest residence -- cynicism,
so tender, so sweet.
Lit up by a spark
the counsel reticent
like finding a magic chalice
footsteps of a new life intrude
its swift pace precludes
the old disharmony.
Unseen to sentient life
unknown into the known.
I wait for faith's flux of ebb and flows
not a murmur of the past,
besieged and turbulent.
Lost quietude
slips into night.
Your destiny is sealed
You have always been our loveless master
scheming and provoking our disaster
Spinning tales of Scylla and Charybdis
Concealing truth so it could not uplift us
Contriving stories hiding true wisdom
Justice will be served when you're imprisoned
Disguise yourself as God while casting stones
but in the end your charade will be known
You weave your legends of god's immortal
but truth will break your shackles of control
You are just a hideous imposter
Who would want to worship such a monster?
Apocalypse' veil will be revealed
By God's command your destiny is sealed
John Derek Hamilton
July 31,2020