Short Asclepius Poems

The hemlock grove keeps haunting
trembles dare fade away

"Crito, we owe a cock to Asclepius.
Please, don't forget to pay the debt"

Those thou teach have greater reach
to poison of the day

these needles vein in vain
diepan, water fogs__
no holding off the pain
no holding out the pain...

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Hippocrates' sons

glorified Asclepius
   
humanity bows !







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     29 March 2020


*Asclepius god of medicine in ancient Greek religion
and mythology.

**Hippocrates 460-375 B.C. ancient Greek physician,
father of medicine, credited with the Hippocratic oath!...

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Come, oh Love! 

You, salutary medicine of the soul,

Come!


Let your presence in Man’s heart, panacea* 

For 

Humanity’s ills to become!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
    04 MARCH 2014


*Panacea:
Daughter of Asclepius- God of healing and medicine- and sister of Health, 
supposed to heal all ills or diseases!...

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Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered, 
but remembered 'siempre' and 
a day beyond that, because 
hardwired to give it, both body 
and soul, should anyone ASK, 
she was playing a role. She 
gives amnesty now, knowing 
needs were at odds in petitioning 
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal....

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Asclepius 
Greek god  
one of medicine
cure this aching 
heart

With the medicine 
of love
Athena goddess 
of Greece
I call upon you
to ease the pain

Within heartbreak
like your 
sacrifical lamb
I lay  upon 
your altar
take me to 
the goddess 
of love

The cure
only remedy
through the sands 
of time
I call 
your name

Pausing
to say
I love you
the cure
to my heart

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Lampyris Noctiluca
might the night deceive us
that we lack aeronautical knowledge
yet common sense askes
either friend or foe
might I have the certainty
of knowing
does one  create an ambient or atmosphere
effect to showcase
ones ability
or warn of one's
readiness
or lack of readiness
the sun neither surveys
or does the moon collect data
"droni misterios del cavaliere"
     "Vai-al drone Anatra"...

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Asclepius, in days when we are young,
The Music of the Spheres we first hear sung!
Through straining then, to listen and to learn,
What revelries of truth one may discern!
But we are not conceived as angels are:
A thousand mindless cares our minds must mar,
Whose troubled tides, through time, turn tyrannous tsar.
‘Tis ever and of needs a sorrowful grace,
To see a distant beauty, but in trace,
And know it is no work of mortal race.
...

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