Short Aeschylus Poems

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
—Aeschylus

Happiness in Memoriam

Each neuron tingles with happiness, in unnerving vise.
Presently, the squeeze of brain, heart and grit, unbearable.
The lion’s faint, tin clatters, straw pieces pecked, crows gather.
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pruned passions bled
clutching callous crest
felon fills fetched
dark dances decked
hoity hankers squashed
taunted thrills trashed

wet wits wanky
sassy sips sugary
nauseating nocturnal nitty

spanked syllables wept
drenching drooling depth
ballsy hollow belched

lusty length lent
porous punctures spent.
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Note: Dedicated to Aeschylus....

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Erato whispered in Man’s ears
poetic words that he could hear;
they are ancient as Greece itself
which became Man’s only real wealth.
Aeschylus heard her wordy waves
that sparked his tragedian plays.
Her soft words waft Man’s atmosphere
producing a William Shakespeare.
Today her words still ride the wind
murmur in the ears that listen
by few of the plurality
who pen or type their poetry.
Her words have yet to reach my ears
I’ll write in silence I can hear....

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