Short Byzantine Poems

Expunging weapons
Mass smashing nuclear arms-
Byzantine debate....

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The smile, so tender and byzantine,

stretches to cover

a mouth gagged by truth....

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[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]


I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the sword to Constantinople
I drove them into the sea
I made their lands my lands....

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                                      orange-red dread locks worn
                                        dance on  horizon far east
                                                      byzantine 





(byzantine_complex or intricate)...

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Standing by the colosseum
Is the time of the last persecution
When the houses of Caesar
call out for revenge
Byzantine highways have lost their sheen
thwarted tall ships fall
and trumpets sound
relics of soldiers roam
you walk to your fate alone...

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My fathers eyes are deep wells.
Byzantine, and full of old tears.
They plead with my across the echo of time.
With great hands he wipes away
A rivulet from his parched cheek,
And tells me, with the innocence of a child,
That he has been where I am....

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Black
beckoning with the beaming blossoms to the Byzantine banquet 
the moment I switched on the tunnel billions of  bulbs laughed out  
White 

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Dated 14 April, 2020 --Let the Pens Flow - Antonym Poetry Contest --
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas...

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And now I return to write another entry
in this long poem. Behold the biting bees
pollinating many trees and flowers
at all hours in their bowers,
for humankind's consumption.
Let us eat many sweets
with our loves so sweet.
My love is a grape,
so sweet and dark,
for she brings darkness upon my soul,
for she has left,yet she is as royal as Byzantine purple....

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Her good and grace
Placed in disgrace
As the human moment
And cheese-covered roadkill
Gets the best of her better soul
She snatches the dripping morsel
This Byzantine beauty lets it roll
Wiping the lost drop of nachoness
With dexterity and pedicured elegance
Only to lick it clean and nasty
Before anyone realizes
Her subtle act of triumph
Makes her one of us.

(9/7/13)...

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Much serious thought should be given
to the naming of them,
for would we call a Byzantine Emperor
Tiddles, Blackie or Patches,
would we name an Egyptian Pharaoh,
Ginger, Tiger, Tom, or Peanut?

Cat’s are royalty, no less noble
than the Great Charlemagne -
and they know it,
thus it is most essential
that we get the little buggers neutered.


~~~~~~~~~
a nod to T.S. Eliot...

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Through the maze of time I thread,
Even in the darkest hour,
It was a box of dream,
I opened and what a site it was,
It was an oracle of augury,
A plenitude of arpeggio,
And amidst this realm of melodies,
And the plethora of ecstasy,
There was sorrow, hatred, deceit,
And with a feeling of dismay,
I asked my self,
What an augury of ecstatic sadness?
An unpredictable region of byzantine....

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Quantum mechanics,

The titanic cello quartet
that glides through
the entanglements of
biomechanical sonatas

The veiled pendulum
that dances between
life’s bloom and decay,

The gaunt thread of
spider’s silk that
shackles me to this
Byzantine latticework -
a web of antifragility

The architect’s hands
that etch Darwinian
engravings upon
the marrow of
my trembling bones,
hardcoding survival
into my Jungian anima...

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