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Psyche went to Eros
to speak.
He tried to gain her attention but she refused to
look at him.
She told him Titan disrupted Poseidon's plans
by sending a large wave to Oceania. The people there
stood on the shores
with the faith that the fishes would land at there
feet and ther need for food would
be quenched. All survived and they took the fish
to be pickled and brimed.
Psyche told Eros
that Zeus wished him to destroy
the vats of netar and
dump them into
the ravines of Hornorely(unknown place)
Eros looked at the woman
and told her, " that if she was
smittened by him: she wouldn't speak foul of love."
Feeling he had wondered off subject she turned to him
and saw his face.
She feel in love with him and they married. When she found she was pregant she made him immoral. He used his
powers to dump the nectars in the sea. He built a place for the people he had
ghelp create to study art and music and create wagons and raises goats and horses.
Zues blessed him with land and gold.
No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand.
This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without even trying.
Western growth is dense and a fence in Gulf’s yard.
Her wave’s sirens are blue-salt diamonds
and I am mesmerized by their titan climbing.
East unfolds turquoise enchantments unmarred –
The playful, poetic Atlantic off guard,
bewitching and hypnotic in regard.
Dazzled, I sit in the sea, shoulders deep.
Powder soft ocean floor thrones me nicely.
I could sit the day in this sea so sultry.
Flirty, allusive, emerald joys leap
as languid, luscious wet meets sun’s glee,
sending my senses high where memories keep.
These expressive ocean blues and greens
are of patterns and ways, I have never seen.
Sensual and graceful, each sea touch is delight –
as soothing in feel as pleasure in my sight.
Before me spreads endless bounty of ocean glean.
Under Florida-kissed skies, I sit wet and serene.
Saturn waits in the cold quiet of space,
A sentinel wrapped in golden rings,
Its pale light leans over hidden moons,
Each orb dances in elliptical patience.
Storms turn on its vast gaseous surface,
Cloud bands swirl with silent secrets,
Ammonia crystals shimmer in the upper haze,
There is no ground, only layers upon layers.
Shadows of rings sweep across its pale yellow,
A crown of icy debris, ancient and unbroken.
Enceladus glistens, flinging geysers skyward,
Titan cloaks itself in an orange mystery.
Saturn whispers stories to distant spacecraft,
The wind is measured in hundreds of miles per hour.
Light takes more than an hour to reach it from our sun,
Patience is written into every orbit.
It is both beacon and enigma to astronomers,
A world of hydrogen, helium, and longing.
If we listen, the planet hums with unseen music,
Its beauty is the silence between the stars.
In the land of Nigeria, strong and bold,
Super Eagles soar, stories to be told.
To the final they’ve flown, no easy feat,
God’s grace and hard work, a victorious beat.
Nwabali guards, a goalkeeping gem,
Protection’s force, a powerful emblem.
Ekong, a titan, no one dares defy,
In the field, his strength reaches the sky.
As the final whistle nears, in the game,
Remember, you’ve won hearts, fame not just a name.
Winners set examples, be a beacon bright,
In victory or defeat, carry the light.
So, on this pitch, dance with skill and grace,
Nigeria’s cheers echo in every embrace.
A funny twist to the serious art,
Go, Super Eagles, play with a joyful heart!
No one knows his name…
He is a villain though his back looks pitiful
because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled.
He dethroned his father to gain power.
He devoured his own offspring to satisfy his insatiable appetite.
He chopped ‘Present’ off with an axe sharpened with a stone
named ‘Past,’ and stamped on it with his limping leg, to make sure
that uncertain ‘Future’ would never be able to germinate.
You who survived today somehow,
should go to bed with the prayer for tomorrow as the sun goes down.
People step out from their homes with hope because the sun rises.
They get to their work place to earn a day’s living. They step into the manmade order, the gears, and after all the day’s skidding and crushing in the gears with missing teeth
they stop by a tavern, on the way home to relieve the day’s stresses,
where the glasses of booze are filled with drifting ripples.
It may be a blessed moment.
For ‘Present’ is granted in a light-headed haziness
from a few shots of whiskey; they see distorted yesterdays
and twisted tomorrows, and as the happy mood deepens
the comets with long tails crossing the skies fall into the little universe;
the glasses they hold in their hand.
As stars fall,
the limping Cronus hurriedly enters the tavern
and brandishes the axe to chop the happy drunkards’ heads off,
because he was left out in cold by the drunkards, who were in a happy mood.
Note: 1. Titan Cronus and personified chronos-time, are used as synonym 2. Cf: Goya. Saturn [Cronus] devouring one of his children
The wind blows clean
scouring in Sakkara, Necropolis of Memphis
gem of Upper Egypt.
The purity of sand and sky
maintained by late rising
in the twentieth century.
The titan walls reach from a sea of silica
crystalline grit of ground quartz
once drowned,
devoured by desert, now disgorged…
the mill of life having preserved
the germ of memory eternal.
Far from the light surge of
incandescent and florescent,
from the leavings of modern man
Sakkara rises again, for such as we to glory in…
Imhotep’s caress of stone, song of sand
Rises, as morning follows night,
Rises like bole of palm
stroking the cheek of Ra.
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
Entrusted by the Gods
with the secrets of heavens,
Nikola Tesla, *
like a new Prometheus, **
into the deem-lighten world of
phenomena walked
determined to dissipate ignorance's fog
and
let divinity's knowledge of universal
laws shine bright.
Alas,
Man's haze of confusion and doubt
didn't allow the intensity of his shining mind illumine
technology's path till its ultimate goal
thus
living unanswered many questions asked by us,
mere mortals, who still strive to comprehend the
magnitude of his genius
that
was impregnated with the cosmological principles of
being and becoming which constitute the
eternal truth that steers the Cosmos!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 January 2020
* Nikola TESLA, Serbian - American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and futurist. Born 1856, died in 1943.
** In Greek mythology, Prometheus is a Titan who is credited with the
creation of Man from clay and who defies the gods by stealing fire and giving it to humanity.
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Ode to the earthling addle the atom
Ode to the shrieking neutrino bloom
sing to the crack in the hole of the blandon
the wrestling angels are restless tonight.
God of the moon glow blow her away
Teet of the Titan milk fire-holes
Her radii squared by a too lovely dress
a peck for her rages a pickling cure
Her circle of cages the blinding alure
Out of her graces pop-over Job
Fling the new races and say nothing more
light seeping under the lazed ocean salts
The hammering seasons chained to their vaults
Dawns a last ocean's fratrical beat
bursting in ice melting in heat
now that the sun's last rite is retired
The Earth is a wind- is ice- is fire
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more
and nothing more.