Quickly, droplets dappled the walk,
Painting the cement a darker grey
Rain and darkening clouds usurped the sun,
Too serene in blue, ever-endless fields of azure
Thunder shook the ground
With deafening sound,
Whilst blinded by a bolt that smote of Zeus,
I felt my soul feint of fright
I saw my death, but clung to life,
I left the tea, the bagel, let the paper blow away,
And leapt inside the open patio door,
Sliding it closed, behind me, as the wind and rain pursued
I listened as each drop hurl itself against the pane
The wind augmenting their efforts in swelling waves
To break it down
They relented in drips that seemed to stagger, defeated
The wind urging them on and into futility
I sat, soaking wet at the table,
And saw a tear drop upon its glass surface
As my forearms absorbed its cold
My face stared back—old, tired
I was shaking, not from being cold
I thought of how I loved rainy days
I thought of how things can change in an instant
Others over a lifetime
Zeus or Poseidon
ghost ship struck lightning rough seas
It still stays afloat
From East to West
let my servant's trumpet
announce this victory
over those who defied me;
no Greek dares to fight me:
I am their uttermost deity!
They named me Zeus
and look to me for guidance,
I carry the thunderbolt
and I strike all enemies with vengeance;
they fell by the dozen
in the battlefield below Athens,
the ones who survived will challenge me again:
a huge temple can be destroyed and be rebuilt
in a year or less, not a life of a warrior
whose voice can be silenced by a spear!
On the Mount of Olympus
I'm watchful of conspirers,
I've sent Ulysess on a journey
he will land on the peninsula of Italy,
it's his second home more prosperous
than Greece, there Greeks will colonize
and build temples to deities in valleys
to withstand weather and time!
They named me Zeus
and I ride the golden chariot,
Greek women bow down,
Greek men shout and fight;
I instill in them valor and grit,
and they'll persevere in their quest:
win or die, victory or loss
are carried inside until they have won!
Thou, Minos, know I’m weary of all things,
Of wars and deaths and cabbages and kings.
I wield that battered shield that is the sky,
And with my strength protect what ‘neath doth lie:
But what when Earth itself would wish to die?
I'm well aware the streets aren't paved with gold
yet I still tread upon all forlorn roads,
not wise enough to see what I am told,
expecting much anew at each crossroads.
I long knew that grass is no more greener
yet I still walk across from parched to see,
wisdom will not still my inner dreamer,
for yonder may I find my own ash tree.
The monsters of my past gone from my head
yet each and every night before I sleep,
not wise enough to check beneath my bed,
so, back, in vivid dreams, they always creep.
Not wise enough to know, though child has gone,
there is no Zeus, and I am not Memnon.
Inspired by Ink
Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
Boreas, as the north winds blow, you are winter's God of power
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,
as I claim Godspeed, flying on and on and on
you open me the door and I am there once more *
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore."
You claim God speed as you fly on and
on and on and on, on and on and on.
Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.
Written by: Mystic Rose
As the peas in a pod explode,
That is how I feel amidst a lone road,
Loosing you eye cannot afford,
With the help of our God,
Love is protected under a cloud.
Like Vision and Wanda,
We wonder,
What awaits the inseparable goose and gander,
For what our creator puts together; No man can put asunder,
For where there is no retreat; There's no surrender.
Zeal for leadership
Empowered by lightning and thunder
Ultimate ruler of the gods
Sky is his domain
5-15-2024
Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today.
heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way.
these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?
Hephaestus said “Put on your big goddess panties, and over there, trot.”
she took seashells, doves, swans, myrtles, anemones, sparrows too.
spread them around her table, and stared down those notorious two.
“There is the patron goddess of prostitutes” Hera said in a mean way.
angry now,Aphrodite resolved to sleep with Zeus before the end of day.
Zeus was known most as the god of thunder
among the ancient Greeks;
a respected god of wonder-
whose legend speaks.
Along as maker of lightning and rain-
the path of stars controlled.
The rule of day and night did gain;
time's passage- mold.
Zeus was honored by both gods and mortals
as caring, protective-
kept the peace between both portals.
Great perspective!
January 1, 2023
~2nd Place
Contest: Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 01/17/2023
The ocean calls to me,
I hear the faint voices in my head of
Their regret to the past,
Of things that should have been,
The voices fade and disappear,
I am drawn to the shores,
I feel sanctuary,
I feel safe,
No pain No suffering,
I walk further out into the ocean,
Arms stretched to the sky,
Calling out to Zeus and the Gods above,
To end this suffering,
I hear them tell me,
You must feel this pain,
You must live on so that you can,
Forgive yourself and begin to heal.
I walk back to the beach defeated,
Wondering did the great and powerful,
Zeus even hear me???
I walk as angels surround me in comfort,
Not knowing yes He heard me.
Zeus fought the elves and the gargoyles for Stonehenge picnicking rights
Stonehenge laughed at this, thinking Zeus was insane
And of course he might have been but who in their right mind
will tell that to a god?
Even if it is a little god
not the big one.
Terpsichore danced herself into people’s lives
She sashayed her truth, acting like one of the guys
The other muses were a bit afraid as she twirled.
She pranced her truth, her ideas unfurled.
Song followed her everywhere she went, she was a player.
Melodies and music born inside her dendrite layer.
The Greeks she inspired could not keep their feet quiet.
They moved to a rhythm, and kept a tiny diet.
Terpsichore was Zeus’s favorite daughter.
A daddy’s girl, she rarely did what she “ought-er”.
She was a free spirit, a gypsy, a dancing queen.
With love, not anything mean.
they run for their umbrellas
I scoff
none of them realize
this is a violet's favorite rain
it comes down in the gentlest of ways
tiny droplets, refreshing and replenishing
people try to get me to take a ride
i politely refuse
extending my arms out to show I love this
some shake their heads
others smile
remembering a time when they did this too?
rain picks up pace. It is colder now
I put my umbrella up
hoping to see something struck by lightning
A loud cymbal crash of thunder makes me smile
Zeus is coming to get me
I feel loved
He landed on the other world and knew
his time on planet Earth was truly through;
the place he'd come in time to call his home
was full of strangers, pastures new to roam.
Ten moons were visible that starry night,
the sky was red, and all the land was white,
such lakes the astronaut had never seen,
and not a single plant or tree was green.
The others greeted him and asked of Earth
(a place they'd left behind but known since birth);
he smiled as flying horses crossed the sky,
and sat beside the girl who'd caught his eye...
He slept beneath a thousand shooting stars,
so glad he'd chosen Zeus instead of Mars!
written 1st July for William Kekaula's Most Beautiful Sonnet contest
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