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The Spartan Queen Leda,
Attracted many an eye,
Both mortal and immortal,
From the land or Mount Olympus in the sky.
Zeus changed shape,
Approached Leda as a beautiful swan.
He seduced the Spartan Queen,
Which led to an expecting phenomenon.
Instead of one bun,
Her oven had two,
Immortally handsome Pollux and knockout Helen of Troy,
Or, “Oh, what Trojan battles will ensue!”
Beautiful twins,
One with beauty that would drive all men mad,
The other could physically knock others out.
Boxer skills, more than looks he had.
On the same night, mortal man Tyndareus,
Fathered the other twin set,
Mortal Castor and Clytemnestra,
Matching first name letters is where familial similarity frets.
Castor, the skilled horseman,
Close with his immortal brother,
Clytemnestra, Agamemnon’s wife,
Until murder became her whim with her lover another.
Clytemnestra invited Aegisthus into her bed,
While husband Agamemnon was away at war.
Agamemnon, the Commander of Greek forces,
Once home, did not expect to become a subject of gore.
However, in the end, Clytemnestra,
Did not emerge from her misdeeds unscathed.
Her son Orestes with sister Electra,
Conspired and murdered her, as punishment for how she misbehaved.
Elsewhere and elsewhen, twin battles ensue,
Castor and Pollux battled men two,
Over two women,
And a terrible nightmare came true.
Mortal Castor was stabbed,
By Lynceus with a sword,
Pollux was devastated,
A request from his heart poured.
Pollux approached Zeus,
Told him the loss of Castor cut him like a knife.
He asked to share his immortality with his brother,
Because their bond was larger-than-life.
Zeus sent both brothers,
Up to the starry sky,
To traverse the Heavens together,
Becoming the twins Gemini.
What beauty is (to the geometrist),
is the shape of the Golden Ratio!
Beauty is courage, the defiant fist
of a protector fear can't overthrow;
beauty, likewise, is a prince's sworn vow,
to defend his city, child, and ladylover;
what beauty is, is the King, who can show
Paris forgiveness (for treason discover'd);
beauty, as well, is Hector's fame recover'd
(after the legend of Troy had been lost):
beauty, in essence, is a sin cover'd,
and paid for, by his giv'n blood (as the due cost).
The golden ratio of Helen's perfect face,
at any rate, was the fall of the Trojan race.
Casting my net
love over centuries
storms across
the sands
Blowing deeply
inside deeper
than the skeleton
i speak
out from
my soul
In an arid desert
blinding oasis
echoing beauty
Blowing whispers
whistling beats
floating your words
just keep
bringing sunshine
into my life
it amazes me
with your honey
sweet speaking bees
golden honey coated
laughs out lights
upon the face
as my heart
shines out
Trying
to dazzle
you with good
tasting sweet vibes
your beauty
in my eyes
sparkling bursts
Only a lion
roaring in
the jungle
of his life
through the eyes
of centuries
I am hot
on your tail
sparkling stars
from the pyramids
I want
to be your
Mark Anthony
as you honey
go back
in time
Grasping out
into the ages
to Helen
of Troy
her beauty
was beyond compare
so the legend
has it
Launched one
thousand ships
the might and force
of an empire
so powerful
a feeling
Great empires
could fall
when a man
is head
over heels
truly loves
a woman
Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
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March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
My cosmos
You are my every step forward
Every Considerable Decision
Eternal Impenetrable bond
In transcendental vibration
Flow of inspiring thoughts
The only star of my cosmos
From a giant blaze
A monstrous love struck
I will arm myself with Achilles
I am much stronger than others
You’re the Mightiest Warrior
My Paris of Troy
Your love is your shield
an unbreakable sword
of tenderness that glows
Your warmth makes me hot
Your love helps me a lot
You sealed my fate
My destiny lies with you
I would have been
Nothing without you
Your grace got me covered
You are my tabernacle,
A peaceful shelter
Sanctuary with
Faith in marvel
You are the serene
Locus to live in
In your sphinxlike
Corridors I am hiding
Being loved by you
And I have all on the hook
Trickles of joy sliver down ruby candy apple traces
Slope innocent cheeks and naive exuberant faces
Round in circles and up and down goes the delight
Spinning laughter and giggling all through the night
Tinker bells chime on feathered dreams and foot hold
Letting go off the reigns Lucy has become rather bold
The carousel has come into town with glitter and joy
A belly full of swirling and the horse is not from Troy
One year of waiting is over and the party proceeds
Smiles all around is what the whole planet needs
Adults don’t know a thing about life in sweet bubbles
If they did it would be safer and fewer in troubles
Dad is through with being an adult and hops aboard
Grabs the stallion’s mane and soon receives his reward
Circus fairground rollercoaster and rotating motion
Combine into yearning poured from a pot of love potion
Why do we refuse to learn from our wondrous offspring
Who drift on meaningful dreams on tender fairy angel wings
Call it back to basics sustainability or overdue rejuvenation
Join the club and hail our children who deserve our ovation
Meanwhile most pleasant dizziness has reached the crowd
Who abandon masters of gloom and for once have allowed
Emotions to win over hard feelings and misguided reason
At the next election I’ll vote for a child at risk of high treason
No more wars unicorn in place of tanks and fanciful dress
Everything to untangle the shreds of global and personal mess
Kids simply know better to enjoy so much infinite beauty
Sweeten blows whereas grownups seek plunder and booty
Circles have no sharp edges and spheres are hard to eclipse
Taking nipper’s advice after all might prevent the apocalypse
A jester who removes puppeteer strings unleashes true stride
And only a fool would choose not to hop onto one more ride
22nd March 2020
Would you dance
if the music played long and loud enough?
Take my hand and spin round the floor
looking back at life experiences excited and bored,
short, happy, sad and all too brief,
time steals away moments like a thief
but you and I, we could dance
sway and swirl, waltz in the dreams of the world
for hope and peace, common sense emptied of all grief;
would you dance
take away the postulating circumstance
of who, how and why we are
content in these moments beneath the stars;
smile, laugh, weep tears of joy
trip the light fantastic with Helen of Troy
or your favored prince charming toy;
You could dance
dream the dreams of youth long lost
pay the price of living life's easy choice
or steel your spirit, heart and soul
to forage through the life you know
with me and our love that grows
as time and these melodies begin to slow.
In the end, when all efforts seem to intermix
woud you dance in the last hours that tick
on the clock and final two step dance oblique
when life and love are individually unique;
take me body, hold it tight to his or hers
and lightly trace the memories explored
while in the dance. I am forever yours.
I was married a year in June of 1952,
when my husband, Doug, was drafted
into the Korean “not-a-war” that,
of course, really was a war in disguise.
After basic training Doug was sent to
Fort Knox in Louisville, Kentucky, for tank
training (for which he had NO aptitude)
that was supposed to be three months.
I was 23 but had never learned to drive, so
I took a crash course and got my license in July
because I had to drive to work. By then I
had decided to go be with Doug as long as I could.
I had bought a 1940 Pontiac ($200) with
98,000 miles on it, in which I planned to drive from
New Haven to Troy, NY, to pick up a stranger.
(Did I say everyone thought I was demented?)
I was scared to death but couldn’t have admitted it.
Off I went to Louisville with my 3-month-old license
and someone I didn’t know, who didn’t drive.
packed like the Oakies in The Grapes of Wrath
Three days – no Thruway then, only Rte. 20.
Labor Day weekend traffic – HOT – no air-
conditioning. Cold grape juice signs all AM, dry cornfields
all afternoon. Through Buffalo, NY, Friday at rush hour.
At last, blessed bed and breakfast in Erie, PA.
SOO tired, hands I thought were permanently
cramped from gripping the steering wheel.
Another grueling day and a half to go.
Cheered ourselves that we would have
a comfortable room and hot showers on the base.
No dice. A converted barracks, creaky cots,
We were so tired we just laughed hysterically.
For two months I drove to work at a bank and
Back and forth the Dixie “Die-way” to Fort Knox.
Rented a room, and, when he got his orders, sold the
car for $100 and bought a plane ticket home!
(Dedication: For Michael Zachary, my son)
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Sense this knowing: can the blind see?
Homer still sings fond tragedy.
Troy was a thought where siege was laid,
A war well fought as heroes paid.
Love and hate doomed to mortal rage,
Ten years once groomed that fatal stage.
Such fine faces like Archilles,
Hector traces with Odysseus.
Proud Agamemnon did hoard the sands,
Trojans beyond the high walls grand.
King Priam spied Greeks' battle scream,
Aegean waves plied the battle scene.
The rise and fall of heroes there,
The bitter gall of curse and swear.
Both sides pitted to furious fights,
Even witted, no end in sight.
Clever tactics at Troy did sway,
Loss most drastic for each did stay.
So many years the battle raged,
Proud lives and tears on either page.
Weary battles and bloody mess,
Souls now brittle with sure duress.
So many dead in bloodied sand,
The feud most great in defiant stand.
Now crafty thought brought idea grand,
Odysseus's plot to win war's end.
A hollow horse as token gift,
A rousing toss for Troy's uplift.
Greek ships slipped round to hide away,
Vanished fleet found with deceit's play.
This cunning ruse worked with sure craft,
Troy seemed amused with hoarding draft.
Dragged the wood crypt within the walls,
Stupor and script tell of Troy's fall.
In dead of night when sleep wrought themes,
Greeks murdered fight in Trojan dreams.
Homer the blind brought us grand sights,
For here we find our saving light.
Now we can see the fight go on,
Harsh as can be here and beyond.
Wars and battles reveal who's slain,
Man's not gentle who lives harsh gain.
We think and speak to weave fashion,
Give in to streaks of ambition.
The hunter hunts the chase until,
The victim grunts to turn and kill.
Troy and her days remind us still,
Live truce that pays in wise goodwill.
What of Helen who is part myth?
Fond beauty turns a timely drift.
A lovely tale of human gore,
To now assail that love lives more.
Thus all the world remembers well:
Dear heroes swirl just where we dwell!
Leon Enriquez
19 November 2014
Singapore
Now a word from the Author.
I hope all the readers are familiar
with, Homer's "lliad and the Odyssey"
From which this was inspired.
In addition to what you may remember
of Greek mythology, I would like to add
That the Greek God Aries, presumably
never took sides in war, he was content
to let men fight it out themselves, but
this time, was different, and here is his song....
ARES’S SONG
I was quite content
Never giving my consent
In any godly matter that occurred
Now some don’t think that’s right
Leaving humans left to fight
But to me, all this bickering absurd
I really hate to choose
Who should win and who should lose
But there’s one town that I thoroughly enjoy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love every Mother’s son
And soldier boy
What a town, just look around
In a minute you’ll be dancing upside down
So much to eat, Oh what a treat
This city is on fire, feel its heat
If you’re going to live it boy
There’s no city like my Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
Sure, I’m the God of War
But, I never felt this way before
So here, I’ll say it one more time
Though the Gods may stand divided
In my Heart I have decided
There’s no reason, that I should be playing coy
I love Troy!