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Here, in my sacred sanctuary,
you stand before me~
a modern Zeus sans everything;
Your skin exudes a musky scent~
enthralling my elusive senses.
Your ember gazes
erupting volcanic voltage
that runs through my veins
penetrating my ebony canvas,
as I trace your midriff
little by little ~
with my paint-dipped fingers.
You're defeating me softly ~
My hands from gentle strokes
go wild, wilder to wildest
till paints run deep- very deep!
Hands up! I am drowning!
This battle I know I can't win!
Now I,
I am a captive
of your heavenly fervour~
Lost in the abyss of your spell
my hands glide through your face,
down to your bosom...
paints scatter in sultry silence.
26 June 2020
1ST PLACE
Sensuality
Contest Judged: 7/1/2020 4:41:00 PM
Sponsored by: Silent One
Entered for “All Yours (April 4) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….
She was open to suggestions, of course.
A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse
Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash
She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash.
Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble
It is March, so you will not want any trouble
Or you will kill any outside chance
To cross the gully to play and dance
The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint
His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint
I want to see snow, she confided to this green man.
I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.
Sensing the amazing night sky
Always gets me pondering why.
Each part of our solar system;
Taking stock so I don’t miss them.
Planets such as Venus and Mars
Appear larger than background stars.
With telescope, I more attune
To Jupiter’s many a moon.
I note the absence of moon on Earth;
Its presence yields stargazing dearth.
Sometimes on a very clear night,
I spot a man-made satellite,
Or a comet or shooting star;
In relative terms, not that far.
I, by the zoom telescope brings,
See Saturn and its frozen rings.
Beyond sun, moon, and planets nine,
To take in more wonders, I pine.
To see stars in their locations;
Part of galactic formations.
Constellations—people did try
To find pictures in the night sky.
Like Orion the Hunter’s bow,
Or Southern Cross in latitudes low.
Outer stars of Big Dipper’s bowl,
Merak and Dubhe play a role;
Point to Polaris, the north star,
On Little Dipper’s handle far.
Little Dipper—part of Small Bear;
Great Bear—Big Dipper is a share.
Cassiopeia’s W,
Its five stars are easy to view.
Galaxies made of many stars,
Like the Milky Way, which is ours.
Million-plus galaxies to see,
Andromeda and LMC,
Whirlpool, Tadpole, more it is said,
Like NGC Thirteen Hundred [1300];
Cigar, Pinwheel, Sombrero, too;
More listed in Galaxy Zoo.
Individual stars appear
Though from us many a light-year.
Sirius, with “Dog Star” nickname,
Brightest star in sky is its fame.
Alpha Centauri—three stars tight,
In night sky is the third most bright.
Red supergiant Betelgeuse,
Celestial star version of Zeus?
Other heavenly bodies’ roles,
Include nebula clouds, black holes.
Though white dwarf stars are near their end,
Heat energy they still expend.
Much unknown about universe;
Big Bang’s energy does disperse?
Novas, pulsars, neutron stars, and more;
There’s still a lot left to explore.
For as long as man’s been around,
He has gazed upward from the ground.
To behold that beyond his home,
Pushed by innate desire to roam?
Traveling space for 60 years,
In man’s thoughts, and at times, his fears.
On each clear night, some stop and stare,
To learn more about what’s out there.
I still follow
the blinking spells
of the rose wine sunsets
before surging sandstorms,
believing in the euphoric breeze
floating across the
shivering skyline,
echoing vermilion voices,
lost in the limestone grains,
as questions of change
interrogate the empathy
encrypted within
my inhibited intuition,
like spices of kismet flames,
swirling to the fluid fluency
of sentimental keys
in saxophone tunes…
But in the midst of moving monsoons,
I feel the eagle feathers of Zeus
rain upon the crystalline swing,
crooning songs of tameless time~
wrapped in the crescent cocoon
of silent splendor,
as I rise, dressed in steel and silver.
I hear the bluebird dream
in symphonies of the karmic sea,
streaming with specters
of star-struck ghosts…
O majestic marine jewel,
change is a promised ocean.
It’s sprouting coral blues
from reefs of ambergris embers,
awaiting floods of onyx tears
and jagged thistles,
like a tsunami of smeared streaks
reflecting the smoke
and swollen stains of the red sun.
Tonight, I erase the last mistake;
a scribbled imitation
of my aching past,
for I could not veil the scars,
failing to seize the
splitting clusters of
slate and garnets,
burning between
sleepless lakes,
drenched in midnight terrors,
as satanic waves
blur the turquoise surfing
through the limitless twilight.
Yet, I hear the mermaid moon
call my name in magical refrains,
steering my iridescent silhouette
to an ivory shore
where ebony hints of ink
would home the hermit castles,
where you and I can breathe~
as soulmates destined
to draw neon lifelines from
bioluminescent sparkles…
So let the bluebird drift into an orchid dream
where karma is the poet~
draped in deep violet,
writing elegies
to the eclipsed eyes of the red sun
that stole the silk and sage
of summer sighs…
And change is more than just a mere rhyme,
it is the ultimate essence
to rearrange
whimsical words
woven within wind
from honey and gold
of a
dulcet
dawn.
Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche
decked out as armadillo
kicking up red feathery
colored dust devils
rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo
(while choking, gagging, loo
sing russett sputum
flecked with true grit
mouthful size of Colorado)
easily mistaken for masked Zorro
speeding across rugged
terrain of Durango,
ah recall and reminisce,
and if cup ear just so
can still hear (albeit faintly),
a toy Yoda Echo
wing nsync with
Lake Woebegone prairie
home companion, the little known no
nonsense visiting drag queen racer
Noah N. Gin poe
cur face (born that way)
originally from Malibu, a beautiful
Corvair with Corsair, now resembling
groveling growling Gremlin, in slow-mo
what with his Smashface
ugly enough to scare Apollo
the ghost of David Buick,
a poor entrepreneur, who
never did make good profit re: Coupe,
and could not Dodge nor shoo
away, the Stealth fearsome curse
of Aries nibble Viper moo
ving fast as greased lightning,
(whereby an Eagle Talon
flashed like Spitfire akin too
Austin-Healey Sprite)
full Caprice out of the
(sir really yon) blue
celestial vault outer limits, hue
mans avoided only
brave Caravan Voyager Goo Goo
Doll dared (only fools rushed in,
ignoring, and dodging Fiat,
where angels feared to tread), a Motley Crue
shielded with Fisker Karma (credit),
no matter last payments way overdue
sought out (with Escort
in tow) - actually two
yup, that ever elusive Holy Grail,
thus needed to Focus with much ado
about nothing, while
brows scrunched – mad as Jew
pitter by Zeus snorting like
angry red Taurus bulls - do
tee fully kicking up Tempo
like nobody's business ready
to serve their Mazda at heart,
a Legacy Sub (burr rue)
tricked up as a gnu
that's all Volks-wagon
bidding adieu before
I Escalade from ridiculous
to the sublime.
WISDOM
He had a thought,
He said a word,
He performed an act.
Looked back!
The word didn’t agree with
The thought,
Neither did the act with
The word.
He was perplexed!
He forgot the thought,
Erased the word,
Obliterated the act,
And
Started anew!
Myriad tryouts after…
He managed,
The word to agree
With
The thought,
And
The act with the
Word!
He achieved wisdom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 APRIL 2013
*Athena (Minerva), Goddess of wisdom, daughter of Zeus, was called “thrice-born” for to be wise meant to think correctly, to speak correctly, and to act correctly.
It inflated, it vanished
and gone...no salt
not sweet...
So light it was lost
in the ethereal, and neither ,
her lightness was sustained ...
The tenuous network of fragile threads
broken..., it hoisted itself in the air...
but it fell...
Searched in the Fields
shelter and the field didn't donate...
She wanted to run away to the sea...but
couldn't swim and sank...
Being Mariana, she camouflaged herself
of submarine and went to atone
her mistakes at the bottom of the sea...
Because she doesn't believe in the real, she lost
faith in God... she went to rescue
faith in Neptune and Zeus...
to be able to continue,
dreaming of a green country...!
They are the sun--
Hurting you with but a look--
Bewitching as the red rays of the morning dawn.
With only a glance Cupid is your victor--
Many times the better of even the mighty Zeus--
Alas so painful is their beauty...
So hypnotizing...
They are a slayer of men and women alike.
For so powerful be their attraction that like the Sirens of old
To linger upon would be thy doom--
A gift from the gods...a gift of Aphrodite...
And a curse of Fantasia,
Gigantomastia
10/23/'13
Gigantomastia: They are the sun
Centaurs
~*~
In Greek Mythology monsters come in all shapes
sometimes hideous and strange . . . often representing
the dark forces in life, creatures such as Centaurs-- part
human and part horse, they are man's unruly, instinctive
nature, less awesome that demons . . . they still harassed
and haunted humans. They had the head, arms and chest
of a man but the legs and lower half of a powerful horse.
These man-horse beasts led a lustful, drunken and savage life
and were fond of riotous revelries often writhing in fierce battles
with wild brute force . . . raping, killing humans for meat.
The wise Centaur, Chiron was a unique case-- he was learned
in music, medicine, hunting and war. He was friend to Apollo,
and Zeus, loved, admired and honoured by all the great gods.
He was noted for his gentleness and kindness and wisdom. . .
tutor to Greek heroes. When he died Zeus set him in the night sky
as the starry constellation known now as Centaurus.
____________________
June 5, 2013
Poetry/Narrative/Centaurs
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-485-05
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Mythological Creatures or Birds
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/18/2013
Ninth Place
Once a milky winged stallion,
I mistook you for an angel.
I believed your majestic prowess.
Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot.
Once the sparkling points of night,
I mistook you for sky magic.
I believed immortal your cosmos,
your dazzling namesake array.
Then your avatar sold oil.
I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps.
I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons.
I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker.
Then your appellation found home in the dirt.
Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes,
tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy
for any perversion of power.
I weep now knowing how far you've fallen.
I should have known.
You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.