China has two martial arts-styled Mantis,
--just a form. A Morphinae enchants us,
a mammoth butterfly, a pearlescent
spirited blue, bewitching, heaven-sent.
Menelaus blue morpho's induced hues
are by the wing's backs wee mirrors that cues
acquaintances of its presence. Aura
is genteel though acts like a Pandora
for its natural foe, the Jacamar
that shares its habitant courses. All-star
of its genres ingrained constitution
made weak, threatened by human expansion
that misstates the authentic ranking of
the whole world down, to our floaters of love.
Categories:
menelaus, allusion, analogy, beautiful, butterfly,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee like the ice-cubed world that has been dropped in Vodka,
splashing Pink Nuvo
Freezing the sands of time,
The Northern sky with the color of sunsets.
I love thee
Thy soul nude, drunk, and mute beneath the Aurora Borealis...
It's mystic music.
I love thee in here
Beyond skin and ribcages
all wrapped up in a cocoon,
Breaking through
Sprouting in butterfly season,
My dear Morpho Menelaus
Fluttering my sky into the Mariana Trench
the deepest blue... The deepest.
I love thee
my most quiet need to remain gasped in sighs full of awe.
I love thee burning into my vine green veins like the furnace of a forest fire.
I love thee in and out of breath.
With lungs full of asthmatic.
I love thee,
Thy love has sunken and engraved it's print into my back dimples.
It made its way into the marks my skin refuses to forget
Thy love has given my scars meaning,
it has made them beautiful.
I love thee.
With no words
No ink,
But simple and majestic as a candle's fire blowing in in the dark
Yet so present as the aroma of vanilla on skin and the thick of smoke.
I love thee.
Categories:
menelaus, beautiful, beauty, first love,
Form: Romanticism
King Menelaus' Song aka ( Helen's husband )
A Trojan boy, he stole my love
And I know where he’s hidin’
But all I have’s a thousand ships
I need your help Poseidon
I dare not tell a single soul
But in you I’m confidin’
I want to tear his huge walls down
And stand there right beside him
Poseidon
Poseidon
I hope on me you’re smilin’
I can not live another day
With this pain I’m feelin’
So please let me just have my way
Can’t you see that I am kneelin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
It’s on you waves, I’m ridin’
I know some way, there’ll come a day
I, with my love abidin’
Until that day, all I can say
I’m glad with me You’re sidin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
You’re the best of all the titans
Categories:
menelaus,
Form: Lyric
Offspring of the rib
Soft enticement of the flesh ---
Woman beauty draped
Mother rebelling
Children to sag on the breast
Eve pining at God
Mother submitting
Heaven's pleasure in the skin
Mary, bringing the Christ
Magdalene, my thirst
For caress of oil and love
Open core of milk
Summon Anat too
With Aphrodite, Venus kiss
And the open pea
All one in love's three
The triumvirate of praise
The edge of prayer
Goddesses are whores
And whores as goddess reigns still
Love sells men cheap to dreams
Samson, not I,
Menelaus too, heart blind
Left me stupefied
And yet I am sure
Any woman's love is better
Than no love at all
Mother's are virgins
In son's eyes, wives are his shrines
And whores are his peace
Where sin mars desire
And the moon sets blood on fire
For breast and children.
Categories:
menelaus, nostalgia, passion, love,
Form: Senryu
Am not an aesthetic
poet.
I've no apollos
laurel in ode.
Too fragile is my
tongue to tell your
face;
For your look I dare
to speak.
Play me that
Amphion's harp
That in your mouth
dwells
For your sake I
shall be paris
For the Helen's face
you wear
I shall draw
Menelaus up again
To Trasimene Field.
I shall seek the
Delphian Oracle
That your heart I
may fathom.
Shall I employ Seba,
the questionnaire
That the discretion
of your choice I
win.
Sorania, my Helen
I am Ovid to his
Flea
And as jealous as
Oenon
Lead me to Venus'
chamber
And your dream I
promise be.
I stand by the
promise of Jephthah
To be your Romeo in
life and in death.
Categories:
menelaus, girlfriend-boyfriend, me,
Form: Free verse
Dearest Menelaus,
It is really that easy
Like a counting game
For children on the street
Not everything has to be so difficult
You’re two parts external
And one part internal
And I read you about as well as binary numbers
Sitting on page twelve in the bottom right corner
This theorem concerns the body, not the mind
So, loosen up the chains on your brain
This isn’t prison
Categories:
menelaus, introspection, life, people,
Form: I do not know?