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Greek Goddess
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
2020 July 09
*1st Place*
A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God
~~Caren Krutsinger: Judged 2020 July 25
This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience.
8th place brian contest winner
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zephyr fluxes goose bumps jittering across my flesh
Tempestuous weather looms on the wide horizon
avaricious storm intends to embezzle this nautical day
jeopardizing ritual of sun worship, prompting a solemn orison
gloomy shades interweave, enclosing glittering white clouds
vibrant azure iridescence fades into opaque hue spawning dour sky
peerless panoramic plug, thunder rumbling from nirvana
impregnable dimness hurriedly eclipses the brightness
Persistent tremors induce serene waters to wiggle
unceasing wails of celestial hosts cascade from bleak air
Natural forces unleash tremendous terrifying turmoil
wielding imperium forces to ensure their obedient yielding
Imposing coniferous Emerald reigns over dimmed scenery
quaint dwellings foster an alluring air, drawing their audience
tumultuous weather indelibly etched in oil glaze on linen
'Stormy Weather' by Jeff Ripple; his unique insight memorialized
winterparkpaintout.org/paint-out-archives-2015/
Man staggers through life yapped at always by his restless reason,
Pulled and pushed by his unbridled appetites that give him no peace,
Whispered to by fears each night in his listening vigilant ear,
Beckoned by bright hopes that show him paths in the distance.
No wonder he craves self-forgetting, forgetting all that was,
To forget himself so he can escape the burden of his own consciousness,
Reason jerks him one way then another in the chaos of thoughts,
Appetites pull him forward and back in their ceaseless eternal motion.
Fears whisper to him always the most hidden secrets of his dread,
Hopes call him forward toward the future stretching beyond horizons,
He stumbles moving forward through his life full of hidden traps,
He desires most of all to forget who he is, to escape from himself.
Yapped at by the insistent voices of his reason that never falls silent,
Jerked by his insatiable appetites demanding ever more from life,
Whispered to by persistent fears that fill his nights with dark dreams,
Lured by shining hopes that promise him another better world.
The great wonder is that what he craves most is to vanish forgetting,
Complete total self-forgetting so he no longer feels existence's weight,
He staggers forward through life through the long road of his hard days,
Man tired of himself seeks always refuge in forgetting and in deep sleep.
His tireless reason pulls him always on roads known and unknown,
Appetites call him insistently toward the fleeting pleasures of this world,
Fears whisper to him always warnings about the dangers awaiting him,
And he craves only the complete forgetting of his wearisome tormenting self.
He stumbles moving through his life full of ups and downs,
Yapped at always by the unceasing voices of his own self that never quiets,
Pulled forward by his multiple confused desires that contradict each other,
Craving the complete total forgetting of self-memory in quiet and peace.
raw so raw feelings you resurrect
how could you ever have that nerve
the nerve to ever say you love me again
haven't you done enough?
you shattered my world at peace
you cause storms
that on my knees
I fall and begin to weep
I fall and begin to bleed
you said: "I am your light"
yet with your deeds you turned all to night
I know dreams don't always come true
Nor wishes don't always come true
but... hear me out!
things can be done
when there is that interest
there is that whole willingness
there is that unceasing effort
there is that selfless love
there is that grace
I am no hypocrite to tell
I have been all that fine
I can't tell nor close my eyes
to mumble a big terrible lie
rather what I will tell is
for you to go away..
to stay far far far away...
Leave me to deal
Leave me to heal
Leave me to feel
Leave me on my heel
so long are your sweet sweet words
so long... so so so long...
gone are the days when I am all starry eyed
gone are the days when I quiver and offer my arms open wide
gone are the days that I want to show all that's in me
those are gone.. gone. gone.
(c)Olive Eoisa
1:28am
June 10, 2014
all leaflets green, hack down in spring
to trim the plant, for pleasant scene
sea wave surge wild, but at shore collapse
roar all that left behind, of wave that breath last
drop of tears glide, on cheeks dried
for no one to wipe, in loneliness cried
poems deliberated, on fountain of thoughts
but left unheard, those unsought lines scribbled
a canvas deserted, in blackhole of desires,
art at its best, remains mystery unsolved
in storm of death, began a love perfect
all that matter, lover to be secure
person found eternity, alone in cemetery
soul still clings, to the forbidden self-reality
a thought rushed to live, beyond paradigm
dreams hard to catch, those untimely left
…raHUL
Form:
Dorothy and Toto went skipping
the Yellow Brick Road(she was tripping).
She had just smoked a joint--
getting high was the point--
and now she was bent on some stripping.
She thought that old scarecrow looked easy
(he'd be a good score easy-peasy).
She tripped on her slippers,
her gingham went rippers,
the scarecrow asked, “Up for a threesy?”
Now Dorothy said, “You've got nerve.
My dog is off limits, you perv!
Plus you see I'm a mess
with torn gingham, no less.
I don't seem to have the same verve.”
She managed to rise from the bricks.
Oh great, she thought. Lost in the sticks!
And her new ruby pumps
had just taken some lumps.
I hope Oz does a **** shoe fix.
“I've got a head bump from the twister,
so keep a good distance there, Mister.
My Toto's a killer,
he bite off your tiller
and all you'll have left is a blister.”
Dale Gregory Cozart
"They got it wrong", tin man said with a sigh
"Ten should be spelled with and e, not an I,"
"So here's a new plan,"
"Hook up with Ten man"
"On my bucket list you're very high!"
Pat Adams
Poor tin man’s willy was rusty
When aroused he’s feeling quite lusty
Dot gives him a greasing
His passion’s unceasing
Especially as Dot is so busty
Jan Allison
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The shift to heaven in the twinkling of an eye.
The dramatic mood and light as I wave goodbye.
Lifted past Everest and stars where no one can reach,
Except by salvation, where the Lord’s land of speech —
By his word we were created, by his word elevated.
Sinners cling to clouds, weeping, pleasure truncated.
I pass them, blow kisses but they swear and swat them away.
The light in me from heavenly glow still hoped to sway
Those lost to him. Clouds become steps of diamond delight.
I climb effortlessly, hearing sweet sounds of wings in flight.
I reach heaven’s pearlescent gate, with invitation in hand.
No need to knock, I’m expected. The choir sings, the glorious band
plays music that has colors. Sight and sound, magnificently connected.
Tears now flow from me as I see, in all his glory, the resurrected.
The room overflows with my own generation - family, friends, celebrities,
Also the obscure and hidden gems — all of them — life’s complexities.
There’s no hurry here but to enjoy, reminisce about angels in disguise.
Hugs and kisses each have their chance, and still not the best surprise.
I’m shown my mansion. It will take me a long time to explore.
It’s breathtaking! It tickles every nuance of my soul to the core.
Silver and golden books, trees of every kind, flowers and scent
so penetrating, providing me instantly with unceasing contentment.
Jasper walls, city of pure gold, city walls of precious stones,
twelve pearl gates, golden streets like transparent glass and no bones.
God’s glory lights up the magnificent city that is illuminated with blessings.
No curses, nor darkness, no death, no tears, perfect, no second guessing.
8/22/2018
Describe Heaven Poetry Contest
3rd place (multiple placements)
The beginning is a dance of pain and fulfillment, isn't it?
Real life hurts, but it also fills the soul with light,
happiness sneaks in when we have lived and have time to forget,
a happiness that comes as a respite, a pause between battles.
Happiness, in its simple sense, is just a fleeting holiday,
but lifelong happiness is being used by life,
being hurt by life, pushed and pushed again by life,
being renewed and overwhelmed by the joy of life, fighting for life.
In living life, pain is a large and unforgiving part,
but in this suffering, we also find hidden beauty,
like a flower blooming among thorns, unceasing and brave.
Life drives us, overwhelms us, tears us apart and remakes us,
and in this struggle, in this dance of light and shadows,
we discover true happiness, the one that does not waver,
the one that makes us feel alive, makes us feel whole,
the one that embraces us with its arms of steel and silk.
In the flow of consciousness, life runs like a river of emotions,
sometimes calm and gentle, other times tumultuous and untamed,
but always carrying us toward an ocean of understanding,
where pain and fulfillment intertwine like the waves of the sea.
Happiness is not just a refuge from the storm,
but also the reason we endure each storm,
to feel those moments of pure and clear peace,
in which we find ourselves again, whole and undefeated.
So, let us be carried by life, let us be wounded,
let us be renewed and fulfilled by this journey,
for in every pain hides a seed of happiness,
and in every struggle, a chance to find our true heart.
This is real happiness, not a mere escape,
but the joy of being alive, of feeling, of fighting and loving,
of living and dying and being reborn again, always,
until life itself becomes a song without end.
Genealogy
—The beginning of a family tree—
The misery of his life in this unwanted land nonetheless,
made him learn how to bear in times of hardship under
the scorching sun in the field; comprehend what is the meant by forgiveness
when carrying a heavy burden on his back under the pouring lashes;
finding the way to wait till time comes in the sleepless nights,
tossing himself on the rough straw mattress.
He, therefore, knew that no man will perish
if there is a dream, whether it is sweet or terrifying,
and, therefore, he handed his dream down to his offspring.
Because my forefathers underwent unbearable agonies,
because my forebear forgave his oppressors,
their unwanted land became my own,
it became my beloved motherland,
and I am standing here as a proud member of this nation
the nation that tries not to live in the past
but live in a promised future for all.
I am holding the hands of the people
seeking oneness not because of colors of skin
but because of individual personality and human dignity.
O now is the time we most see the things
through eyes that are not distorted by prejudice,
O now is the time to realize the true meaning
of this nation’s founding fathers as they proclaimed,
“All men are created equal,”
and march to the our future proudly,
waving our nation’s beautiful flag,
in the spirit of mutual understanding and reconciliation,
diving into the unceasing currents of unbreakable promise
in the mood of harmony and unity.
We feel soma nectar drip through our throat,
in slow motion, delighting and pleasing,
sound of one hand clapping, in our heart’s moat,
where rapture borne by bliss is unceasing.
The energy grid that loops feeble form,
entwines polarities dancing within
and as we’re swept away in this bliss storm,
with each breath, we feel ignition begin.
Under the facade of mental concepts,
we see in clear sight, light of our Self bright,
as we adapt to wisdom of adepts,
consumed by God’s flame, by day and by night.
Nothing need be done, nothing need be planned,
as we are being by bliss mists suntanned.