Long Selene Poems

Mythology Revealed:
Endymion was a mortal man, perhaps a shepherd, 
who had a countenance of sheer beauty. He was fond 
of the mystic moon and her aura of light. This was a 
love affair between a...

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Sappho Translations VI by Michael R. Burch


Sappho, fragment 52
translation by Michael R. Burch

Yesterday,
you came to my house
to sing for me.

Today,
I come to you
to return the favor.

Talk to me. Do.
Sweet talk,
I love the flavor!

Please send away...

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When the twinkling trust
of tamarind tides, 
cascades in catastrophes
and turmeric-tinted tulips
become a treason for sun temples ~
I slowly drift like a diluted drop,
ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx,
where the nefarious nightglows
unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon,...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s ,...

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Dear poetry soup family, today is a very special day as we celebrate the birthday of a new year star ~ my lovely, Ink Empress. She is one of the kindest, compassionate and purest soul...

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Inside a grotto scooped out by a wealthy earl for his seated pleasure,
There sat a bard amidst the edelweiss strung 'round the hole of leisure. 

Fallen droplets of acidic water pitter-pattered in echoes across the...

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Oh Whisperer, whisperer of loves endless refrain, the circle turns again
Earthly desires echo in time, your thoughts I feel, echoing through mine
Tapestry of time, mysteries of rhyme, friendly gestures haunt my mind
Subliminal touch, I breathe...

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There come those nights—you know the sort:
The ones where the moon is a tear-stained cheek, pressed to heaven’s passenger seat window,
Toying with the tides to the rhythm of some melancholy song that only she knows.
She’s...

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He’s gone.
	Just like that.
Poof.
	I walk home,
My head filled with Kyle.
	I miss him and,
A stupid letter,
	Won’t compensate, 
For the fact,
	That he’s gone.
I live in a slanted house.
	That needs serious repainting,
Steps that bend with every stride,
	And needs...

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Grey paintings depicted dipped patched in blue of you
Inscriptions of you settle indelible on my heart, re-surfacing
With bursts of pumping shots of adrenaline, a diverging surging synergy of our emotional life-blood's hall of fame 
A...

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When you are not present I am
A fragile glass rose,
Deformed by cracks
From the wind’s careless handling,
Precarious 
And about to fall.

Suddenly  you appear out of nowhere,
An innocent child saving his dear mother’s
Cheap chinaware.

And with your...

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Mr. Dresden, my name is Joshua Aaronson.

How can I help you Mr. Aaronson?  How did you find me?

My wife Chloe goes to your brother's hair salon.  Your brother Thomas said that you're a...

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Oh! how love has bloomed—

fantasies like wild flowers plucked
a collection of candlelight craves and desires
fill a wistful star-maiden’s basket;
a bouquet of white asters from Orion’s garden
grown in a fiery field of light against night
gathered in...

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Day-248 “Winter’s Wrath”
From out of the north
The cold winds blew
Hell’s inferno turned blistery cold
The Devil himself all 
Bundled in ice coated steel; 
His snarly, crackling laughter
Piercing the barren air.

His staff, a brazened fork,
Pierced all who...

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Once upon a dream
A night teemed with gleam

Walking the tracks of unknown
Carrying the sorrow of being alone

But walls, nothing expecting
Wandering the alleys, detecting

In a hope, searching every place
To trace a face of any race

Where are...

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"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon." 

I stand by the sea and watch the sky turn into a lovely shade of April blue.  I see big old trees...

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I close my eyes, and invading comes she 
trail of daisies sway in her nimble walks
sweet whispers of selene verses...I let her in.
Fantasies cuddled in contour of her beauty   
rain-kissed petals, is this...

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My heart is still beating a steady rhythm.
	Even when my body feels dead, empty.
I’m alive.
	I’m dead.
I’m falling apart,
	With ten thousand voices screwing with my head.
Voice #1: Is Kyle really worth all this pain?
	Voice #2: Magician…Poof...Disappearing...

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Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew

Who would brave the...

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Upon the earth and within men’s hearth
All wander to labor when Helios beams 
And slumber and dream to the gleam of Selene 

Above Meru’s height are devas lofty and bright  
Their wealful delight are...

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REFLECTIONS    ON    SELENE


When very young I was a devout acolyte of the Goddess Selene  
As she began her monthly journey when night fell askance,
When earth became lit from...

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The Moon is often feminine in poetry,
Sylvia Plath was heavily influenced 
by the White Goddess.

Lady Mary W Montagu, writes
in the ‘Hymn to the Moon’
“The lover’s guardian and the muse’s aid
By thy pale beams I solitary...

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Selene was smoldering, the shadows shrouding Her face.
Alone. I crept through limp leaves and decaying debris.
I felt grim fingers grasping, gripping, slowing my pace.
Faint flickers filtered through gnarled trees like fine filigree.

I wondered why I...

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We eulogize our parents, kneel before teachers,
Pay obeisance to idols, and praise every benefactor...
Write poetry on our love, lyrics to our heartthrob,
Elegies in the heartache and play Endymion for a Selene,
Making rainbows out of our...

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On a summer night when the moon was high
I rose from sweaty slumber deep.
What was it that made me sigh
And woke me from the depths of sleep?

Was it the sultry moonlit night
Which made my bedsheets...

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