Ode to Erato
“Hear, hear!” What’s this poppycock all about?
“Get rid of St. Valentine’s Day… you say — I say naught!”
Brave Britannia, are we losing our faculties?
I’d give my life for God, king, and country,
but to give up St. Valentine’s Day? “Preposterous!”
A night with Erato is an experience like no other.
Painfully erotic, overwhelming, and barbaric,
or tenderly smothering, so Oedipal complex,
as passion guides your heart’s desire in words.
'Tis to die satisfied, knowing the utmost pleasure.
So, to this chicanery, I say, let us sing
out in an overture, from soprano high to basso low,
with mid-range baritone in between,
to fragile Eros’s joy in avoiding Chronos’s eye,
and follow Erato and not be dismayed by Thanatos,
but let the sexes engage intimately
in the propagation of the species.
Categories:
oedipal, valentines day,
Form: Verse
Heart
Triangle
this of mine heart solid
Irregular inscribed diagonal pink
Double beating strategic oedipal
Heart pounding arresting songs beautiful
3/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
oedipal, allusion, analogy, character, heart,
Form: Concrete
murder and madness
first non-Hollywood winner-
Oedipal complex
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Categories:
oedipal, film, literature, mother son,
Form: Haiku
Voluptuous Mary, Mother of God
You are so sweet, so comely
Object of oedipal desire
Perfect and fertile, so special
Lord bless you Mother
Model for females
I love you, beautiful Theotokos
First among women
May I even get a glimpse
Of your luscious, Holy body
Categories:
oedipal, lust, prayer, religious, sexy,
Form: Free verse
Take a walk on the Darkside,
But don't be surprised...
By the madness that comes bursting out with pride.
Do you have thoughts of homicide,
Days where you want to it all by suicide,
Your inner demons know all the thoughts you try to hide.
Are there moments where you wish you were alone in the world,
Where you wish you didn't love men even if you are a girl,
Take a walk on the Darkside and see what starts to unfurl.
Do you have an Oedipal complex from Hell,
Do you fear you have no soul, that you are simply an empty shell,
Take a walk on the Darkside and find the place where such thoughts dwell.
Take a walk on the Darkside and fall down the rabbit hole,
Where your soul is as burnt and as black as coal,
Walks like that are sure to take their toll.
Take a walk on the Darkside if you must,
Talk to your demons, obey your lust,
But hold your breath when the winds begin to gust...
For every dark must have a light,
So take a deep breath and hold on tight,
And I'll see you on the other side of Dark, in the blinding light!
Categories:
oedipal, conflict, crazy, dark, fear,
Form: Rhyme
She would undream her burdens, her life's
Map of drudgery; all those years
She is hardened enough to hold tears;
Her hand never slackened by the
Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger;
From the shelter of her face she unveils her sorrows:
Would you for fairness sake break
The yoke of servitude
That has denied me childhood?
Being orpharned at eight, you could empathize
The girl breaking her back in a sonko's home,
Prematurely taking older people's chores.
She lucked parental care.
Each day she watches as Fallion's family walk together,
Father and daughter, mother and son, demonstrating
The inherent oedipal love. How she longs for that love!
Jolly little ones under her tender care taking strides
To the nearby uplands school; she escorts them
As they stride along. Work and want respects no age.
Oh root deeply entrenched in the soul of our land!
Sing me once again, my love, your childhood deams;
Come hold my hand; feel where the stream of
My pulse drain your sorrows.
Come let us wind our woes
in leaves of light. Sing me,
Will you?
Your childhood dreams.
Categories:
oedipal,
Form: Free verse
Wood Storks rock! They skewer
the word purer with a white-
on-white the envy of any housewife's
Monday wash, or laundry delivered home
by women with baskets on their heads
after drying in the noonday sun
in which only mad dogs and Englishmen go out,
(or those with no Sears Roebuck
connections).
Take heed, Ye hawkers of detergent
wares, lascivious for new insignia.
Send old trademarks to old obliv-ia,
Take a winged design to fly away grime.
And, while you're at it, add the color
red for bloodshed in the marketplace,
perfect hue for Madison Avenue.
In tropic times, our storks,
shelve safe haven from the branches
on which no one lays laundry-- only their
flawless selves. They know a storm
with a woman's name can put to shame
all others, and when Beryl's done
and on the run, they return to bond in
motherland, the moment seized:
a genetic lust for oedipal trees.
Categories:
oedipal, nature, old, old,
Form: Romanticism
Ascetic brothers continue dedicating eternal feathers: godliness , humane,
integrated justice. Kinetic lovers misconstrue navigating oedipal pleasures,
querulous remaining separated trust-less...Understand vicissitudes where-by
eXtracting your zen.
Categories:
oedipal, introspection,
Form: ABC