Long Titan Poems
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A flood of unfamiliar faces,
Shoes with Velcro, not with laces,
Missing memories, times and places,
Hosting in the hospital here,
Staring at strangers? someone dear?
Is it not what it may seem?
Is it real, or do I dally with a dream?
Through haze, ghostly evocations glow.
Fair face, fresh flowers, dancing slow -
Just my imagination? I don't know.
I must've fallen in a trance -
Can't be me - I don't dance.
This beauty in my conscious stream,
Is she (was she?) real, or just a dream?
Whispering, walking in the wood,
Wishing, wondering, if she would -
Understanding, Understood.
Did, together, we once stand?
Did I ever hold her hand?
A wonderful wife, a titan team -
Is she real or do I dally with a dream?
Vesta saw Eros on the shore and was aroused.
She cursed the uoin or Eros and his wife
Psyche and said she should
eat with the wofs from which she had
came. She said her husband Titan should sudues her to make her
pregant and then inpregant her
that he then would view her as equal to Psyche. Eros laughed at her
and told her that Jupiter her brother had been wise
and had kissed him before he had married her
to ensure that neither would meet and be lovers.
When Eros frowned, Vesta fell knealing before him
she begged him to take her home. There she would beg Jupiter to forgive her for thethoughts of beinbg unfaithful. Jupiter hearing the story told Eros to leave his Provdence and become the problem of Zeus.
(Juoiter was the God of Rome and Zues the God of Greece)
Eros then biult a house on the border of bothe Rome and Greece
and dared either God to dethrone him.
He planted fig trees and and raised swine.
he carved heart shapes in the trees
and made The Nectar of the Gods
and serenaded and feed many people.
When both Zeus and Jupiter heard of this
they consorted to To dethrone Eros
of the place he saw himself as ruler.
On Feburay 14 in the of Unkwown.
Eros's pan Flute floated from the table and began to play
evry apple and fig fell from every tree
and the swine all ran into the sea neverto be seen again.
Psyche held him inher arms
Eros felt the defeat of two Gods
and was humbled.
To Be Continued.....
Progress flows like a river of light through time,
transforming the old man into a shadow of smoke,
a titan of sinew fading into the mist of memory,
replaced by an avatar of contemporary gentleness.
This one, sculpted from new desires and norms,
carries the days like a dream of vegan colors,
where meat is just a myth told by extinguished fires,
and wine, a relic of victories from long ago.
He, who neither smokes nor drinks, yet infuses his soul
with essences that seduce his senses in a dance of change,
in a world where ecology becomes a green religion,
and dogs are companions through the gardens of eternity.
Progress sings to a society that hides its shadows
beneath the mask of the blue light of vibrating screens,
sublimating evil into electric-hearted benefits,
where civilization is born from glandular dreams.
In this world, every person is an island of dreams,
a pawn on the board of a game with changing rules,
where progress is a new garment for old desires,
and the flow of consciousness is a wave of carried melancholy.
Romeo and Juliet
Give me a kiss
Under the stars
And serenade
Will be my surprise
Give me your love
In return, I tear off
A starry galactical bit
And that piece of cosmos
I will set at your feet
So wonderful, decent
My Prince of Desire,
Such a pleasure to listen
To your gracious whisper
Well, loving and being loved
Means everything
While loving is nothing,
To be loved is something
I’m surprised honey
Really surprised
By the products
Of your mind
You’re my
Super-intelligent God
I live modestly for the present
I live one day at a time…
I live a humble life
I’m a thug loving donor
A warrior
There is no stronger bond
Than our
You’re my impeccable replica
Immaculate match, my love
A mirror image, identical twin
Coequal, a ringer, a carbon copy
There is no better merging
In such a high grade blending
When love cultivate
Grow cast-iron able-bodied
Merely prospering
In an ideal coupling
You are the cutpurse embezzler
Heartbreaking housebreaker
Smuggling pirate, a sexy thief
A hijacking mischief
You snitch-snatched
my heartstrings
I am the invincible giant, a Goliath
A behemoth colossus, an elephant
A virtuoso champion, a titan titlist
Well-rounded sure-handed Medallist
I did a good job in stealing it
No concurrent could defeat me in it
Heavy Is The Head
I know the world isn’t on my shoulders
And it isn’t all mine to bear.
But since I’ve decided to take it on
You’ll see how much I care.
Don’t worry about that bottle
The next one we can share.
And don’t worry about the next battle.
I promise, I’ll be with you there.
I know you said it’s not my job,
And I did; but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear.
Because it may not be my car,
But I’m behind the wheel; I’ll steer.
If life is just one great game
Then this level I will clear,
If you will stay along with me,
If you will stay near.
I may not be a Titan, Atlas is not my name.
But it is Sutarima, my soul is fire and is flame.
And I’ll burn down whatever troubles you can claim.
This place is harsh and wicked, and every day gets a little colder,
But remember as the flicker envelopes, and what we love smolders.
I know you said it wasn’t. But this world is on my shoulders.
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
L egendary is her poetic soul
I nvincible in reaching her goal
N aughty, but she can also be nice
D aring, with not a thought to the price
A mbitious, she will climb to the heights
Linda…she shines in all that she writes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...Linda, HAPPY BIRTHTDAY!!!!! I wish you all the best!!! May God bless and keep you. I've so come to appreciate you during my time here. You are strong, smart, you speak your mind, you know what you want, you know how to get it, and you are fearless. Qualities I love in a woman! Also, you know how to be caring and tender when the need arises. You are a TITAN of Poetry Soup. Your name says it all. Divide and conquer. Sending you hugs on your special special day! :)
Clowns at the Abyss
I’m not a communist,
I’m a Democratic Socialist
Cries the independent Elitist
It’s a right to have healthcare
It’s a right to have welfare
Yet, funding for these generous proposals is no-where.
The clown behind the podium is a saint with your resources.
He proposes everyone pay their fair share, but more so by titan economic forces.
He hails we all work hard, or maybe not, assuming he is a party to the class of workhorses.
But the political party leaders are less like workhorses and more like jackasses.
For they too look down on their Animal Farm with tilted looking glasses.
Under their more-equal-than other proposals, in time all resources will be exhausted for the masses.
We have seen in the last century the million on million dead from empty promises given with a kiss.
We witnessed the suffering. Excuse me but was there something I missed?
If we cannot resist repeating our mistakes, like clowns we be, looking up from the bottom of an abyss.
Coveting is not a virtue.
You can vote your way into Socialism,
but you have to shoot your way out.
by Martin Braun
3/2/2020
How do you think Scheherazady
Would incorporate her body
To spice up those tales and keep enticed
That potentate?
She would ges-tic-u-late.
Aladdin could have faced disaster,
But the djinn said to his master,
"I've three wishes I can grant
But can't articulate
Lest you ges-tic-u-late."
In ancient Greece Olympian Zeus
Would turn his Titan anger loose,
And lightning bolts he'd throw to show
That how his wrath to demonstrate,
He would ges-tic-u-late.
Superheroes spend long hours
Developing their special powers
Of strength and speed that's unimpeded,
So they wear costumes both for show and to facilitate
When they ges--tic-u-late.
So, let me say here, as I wind up,
When you talk, just make your mind up,
To enhance your speech and diction,
Take a tip from folks in fiction,
Make your conversation great
And just ges-tic-u-late.
Deep in his heart had urgent need to go just one last time,
To place where he grew up; would childhood memories rebound?
Went with fear and misgivings; was he wise or asinine?
Step after step, he strolled over boyhood holy ground.
His old home place caved in; slowly declining to dust.
Gone forever the barnyard, where country kids had a blast.
The old barn had fallen down; tin roof was going to rust.
Rural glory censored; now archived in the past.
Old outhouse lay shambles as he passed it on the path.
Priceless memories of his childhood flashed through his mind.
There he would hide out, read comics, and have a million laughs,
In the ole two-hole potty, the one-half bath of its time.
Quite amused, he recalled, when one was installed,
Inside the house; a porcelain potty, shiny and clean!
Could use paper off a roll; not tear leaf from catalog!
Thought of whole house smelling of exotic soaps and chlorine.
Went down a lane where ‘bacco’ was cured in old log barn.
Thoughts of days running at leisure through the tall longleaf pines,
School breaks, church picnics, flirting with girls, fishing in a pond,
Family reunions, grandma’s house, all these ran though his mind.
The fields were lush and green; farmers co-ops now the regime.
Small farmer could not compete with “Goliath” of the day.
End of humble rural everyday life had not been foreseen.
A titan enterprise took his utopia away.
Thoughts of yesteryear began to give way to those of today,
Dealt with facts of the present; rightly the best prescription.
Would not dwell on good ole days; that would merely delay,
Healing of grief for spent past; stay future’s key redemption.
Went away with a pining heart, a woeful mood within,
Recalling a time rich for a boy raised on the farm,
Loving the good land, his family, neighbors and dear friends,
Wishing each child understood farmland’s magnificent charm.