Narcissus Poems

Black Narcissus

Staring at her reflection in
ocular mirrors, learning my
last blessings, creeping past
poltergeists during marauder
inspections while I transcribe
her flesh on caesura, pleading
with the Pleiades for soprano
notes to stay on his alto clefs,
hanging gardens in her image

Obambulate mistress, with
Black Narcissus as my witness
Extravagant solivagant born
from river spirits, lascivious
nymphs want to hear their
voice echo in mountain cliffs
carried by arid

Echo and Narcissus retelling Ovid's the Greek poets account

    Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
    Queen Hera with loquacity.
    Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
    Did mask Zeus from complicity
    With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
    Those dalliances once revealed
    Set jealous

Sisyphus and the Narcissus

The Love for Eurydice is challenged by someone else
Orpheus despite his own talents in music
fears he has lost her to someone as talented as she is
refusing to believe his talents are as great as hers
due to the malefactors who wish to be around her
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Its clear to me
it aint that complicated
I didn't want to hear it
but

Serpentine Narcissus

My mind hibernates in the void of cavernous complexity,
wakes up in the sensual seasons of mystique living.
The wild psyche forms a sleek and sly unique entity,
as with whisper of intent hiss, dances the reptilian feeling. 

Within the deep cold layers many ancient secrets hide,
the sinuous slither of the silent senses can’t find.
Coiled in still shadows

Narcissus

Let those failed lights
keep their starry darks,
no hidden treasures have
they – 
           gems who hoard
their sparks, as bushel
a-cap heaven’s dearest
light,

blessed with angel appearance 
and nature 

now in free mirror fall

kingdom sovereign pool of self 

worships self-love, that’s all -- 

Narcissus

Echo, you dizzy tramp,
I’m searching for my soul;
Echo, I won’t white picket fence my heart
Inside your Jackie bag with brown rusty nails,

I’m searching for my soul,
Mirror images from the train windows kidnap me,
I’m a white hermetic monstrosity
The earth bleeds every spring,
I steal the souls of things with my camera;

O the awful love-pain of water reflections,
O

Narcissus, every next man

Body being the sole focus,
Every next person’s Narcissus, 
Every town a Pompeii,
Me, mine everyone’s joy,
And self, not the soul, joy’s locus.
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Happenings |49.02.2019| self

Poet’s note: Scan the malls and mark what most of the people buy. Increasing focus of today’s world seems to be one’s self, grooming, body care, and looking outwardly good, a selfish

Narcissus

"Wow! He's handsome", Narcissus would think
as he gazed at himself from the brink

Then he'd lean in to stare
at the lovely lad there

and that's how he'd wind up in the drink!

The Narcissus Halo

Peering into your eyes
is like witnessing 
a Carravagio master
for the first time,
not quite clear,
hazy, 
the Narcissus halo 
reflecting in those
twin pools of deep
azure moire silk,
falling 
into their reach
one remains 
secure for a while, 
above it all,
assessing 
your cloud strewn
sun dappled rivers,
oh the temptation
of it all,
to touch what 
lies untouched 
underneath
below that shining 
calmly moving 
surface
carrying

Sad Boy Narcissus

So once again, you poor thing, did not appear
To help me in the game of fall and rise
It’s chilly to feel lost in mortal fear  
My heart is open to your most pernicious lies
Relaxed reptile affects your idle brain 
Sad boy Narcissus speaks through you, he smiles
From every mirror, frees of any pain
His lips

An Ode To Narcissus

All these years I tried to sugarcoat the pain you gave me
I tried to understand your how’s
Accept your when’s
be absent in your where’s
and ended up alone in my why’s

I can’t even believe that I was able to melt 
I. was. Able. To. melt. In. your. Arms.
You took all the safety from me
All I could do

Narcissus

Still, waters reflected his great beauty
Time lost all meaning as he stared each day
Unable to function his vanity
Preoccupied him in a frightful way.

Narcissus cherished his long golden hair
Adoration for his own countenance
His passion was focused he did not share
To others he displayed indifference.

Daylight and moonlight he sat by the pool
Glimpse of his reflection was all

Black Narcissus Tercet Rima

If you think that you are ready,
And you’re feeling rather heady,
Then this just might be the ticket that you need.

Unlike onomatopoeia,
It’s the meter that will see ya
To the proper beat that others soon will read.

For if you can get it going,
Pretty soon it will be flowing,
And your thoughts about the pattern will recede.

If you like

Narcissus

Gazing into the water’s depth, I see not fish or stone,
I only have eyes for what is my own
My form and face, both grace the smooth pale surface
My head swimming with my thoughts and my beliefs,
I realize the man in the mirror water is the same as me.
I look at him, expecting to be filled

Infamy and Narcissus

If Narcissus had just been a female
  she would not have been infamous at all

Admiring her locks in clear water
  she might have been anyone’s daughter

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