Neoptolemos
I will not be able to choose, my options extorted,
it was an entity my solitude to alter or to wean,
and it was a solitude inspiring her, one assorted,
all losses were upon my path, like Hydras, mean..
A seed from a pomegranate, a bond of valence,
to absorb her in the Under Dome a wed of Hades..
Demeter to sow in grief, a salty drops surveillance,
her throes for a daughter taken, by Sirene maids.
Nyx followed a deathly horse, Plutons ghostly canter,
and Persephone astounding, the best wane of dark,
bouquet of bluish roses, her noble smile to banter,
a mortal Adonis, his half life of death, her solemn mark..
Drum Drum, the horses hoofs, persist to elongate
our distances.. A lost perception of my souls' domain
to be with her and alertly, invade of Plutons gates
to Hades; where Cerberus seeks of my life's drains..
Was I predestined just to receive her absolute denial?
An Iliad hero of principles, my eternity's adventures,
All of my labors for Persephone glory, and my trial..
redemption of me to err in Demeter's green pastures..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Thermopylae 300
A merit of lonesome, Persephone's dark ocean
we received. A strong red wine, a wake of pain
that stings. A ghostly clad chorus, a lost odd zone
of Hades and Styx. A gloomy dim swaying
an abstract dull pain, I felt, an emotional strain.
One brink of sacrifice to feel this Charon sigil
as wrought spears pierce, as swords blunted thrust
to acompany this Styx quarry, comply our vigil
sweaty crimson trickles on shield, as lives combust..
Slay, thrust, pierce, a darkened Hydras' task force,
of Hercules, our Dorian ancestor to honor, and kill,
as Pluton, reins proudly the canter of his horse,
as sun sets to crown a new macabre of blood spill.
Three hundred rain drops, and two that remain
to offer again, a destiny altered, a deadly refrain,
denial spelled about my life, over her throne
and there cold air, is to betray, the death of my soul..
A mantle of arrows we wore, a lost last embrace,
a scattered emotion, a gathered devotion, away,
my fingers so callous of a never charisma to trace
there is nothing to encounter, a mist plea to obey
white of candor, a blanket of valor, so death will stay.
One thousand rain drops to bestow domain to fly
up in the clouds, Olympian Laws, this wild garland
passengers of time, the epigraph read, vows comply
in a Plutonian kingdom, a cold old endeavor of blood..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Persephone
Persephone
Idea aborning in steps of deception,
becomes an aeromancy in free ether,
her airy amble chastens perception,
my image flies amid stratus to dither;
My life flies above landscapes empty;
Sorts out and recreates our embrace;
our Sun died, burden westward hefty;
and she, like twilight joined me, in lace;
Zephyr is blowing, subdued and unfit;
so, I welcome our solitude's amount;
a lone-spirited sentence of life, to emit,
our Idea lightless, of marginal bound;
Zephyr is blowing through our soul;
deception of a smile, glowering nifty;
her playful ample advances to extoll;
Hades is Inspiring my instincts thrifty;
I worship her shadow, as a dark veil;
waves in windy Odes, my heart's gain;
Obliterated I am, in a dance to mislay,
melodious Siren voices, flirt to retain;
Ironlike warrior, defender of her valor;
Equipotent, unassailable, of soul solid;
A deathly philosophy runs my candor;
On Lucent Destiny, from Charon stolid;
Persephone Maiden, warriors' beloved;
awaits on righteous paths, to accept,
my life-spent coerced, her hand gloved,
extends a Skull ring, betrothal to Sept!
Copyright © - G. V.- 02.19.2012
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Thermopyle
A merit of lonesome, Persephone's dark ocean
we received. A strong red wine, a wake of pain
that stings. A ghostly clad chorus, a lost odd zone
of Hades and Styx. A gloomy dim swaying
an abstract dull pain, I felt, an emotional strain.
Three hundred rain drops, and two that remain
to offer again, a destiny altered, a deadly refrain,
denial spelled about my life, over your throne
and there the air, is to betray, the death of my soul..
A mantle of arrows we wore, a lost last embrace,
a scattered emotion, a gathered devotion, away,
my fingers so callous of a never charisma to trace
there is nothing to encounter, a mist plea to obey
white of candor, a blanket of valor, so death will stay.
One thousand rain drops to bestow domain to fly
up in the clouds, Olympian vows, this wild garland
passengers of time, the epigraph read, vows comply
in a Plutonian kingdom, a cold old endeavor of blood..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Aconital Domain
Domain of a free man, the stars
remains of still deserted bars
from his imprisonment, he flies
an exaltation of soul, to skies.
a self made nomad to engrave
on his intellect, his astral wave
go forth four years, to Centauri,
nomad solitude a bluish worry..
Domain of a quill gun, a gild
Persephone's call, a rose field
Aconital expiation, another seven
reasons to immigrate to heaven.
Evocative omen and Demesne
facing of reality to forbearance,
fiddle above chaos in air fixed
a vow of my solitude and mist.
Aconital domain, deathly reason,
ferrous interpretation of treason
in a world poisonous, worth to spit
as false images indictment emit.
Impiety drools as an obtrusion
accordment of a sinful confusion
conceived rhythm to invite death,
prowess once reigned, on earth.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Demeter At Dusk
At dusk Demeter
becomes afraid
for baby Persephone
lost in that hell
which she herself created
with her love.
Excess of love-
the woman's curse,
the curse of loving
that which causes pain,
the curse of bringing forth
in pain,
the curse of bearing,
bearing always pain.
Demeter pauses, listening for her child-
this fertile goddess
with her golden hair, bringing forth
wheat and fruit and wildflowers
knee-high.
This apple-breasted goddess
whose sad eyes
will bless the frozen world,
bring spring again-
all because she once
walked through the night
and loved a man, half-demon,
angel tongued,
who gave her
everything she needed to be wise:
a daughter,
hell's black night,
then endless
spring.
poem by Erica Jong
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Vixere Fortes
A crossed path to pass, a false virtue,
a shadow wanders in dreams and cares,
to love my petrified smile of a statue,
and my abstract enigmatic stares.
She will come in stray paths, her soul,
dim time-entity to absorb internal whims,
one more silence will construct a thole,
a burden of tugs, to upwards hymns..
Spirit of solitude, image of form motile,
a double ax, a certainty above my truism,
her visceral caress, conceived but total,
ideal to endorse my sense of equalism.
A third destiny weaves my life's knit;
I recompense for her scythe dissonance,
a platitude to compromise in a gray wit,
my love in mind will be a senses dance..
So comforting was my eternal loneliness..
Presence of absence, an erred propriety,
Marriage proposal, an unfettered emptiness,
I was besieged for all my life to eternity.
And I accepted her, a mortal coil to marry,
This equality closed in, raised a challenge;
her wisdom guided me as I became airy,
to confront Hades burden and deathly wedge..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Aphotic day
Aphotic day, apt to confront
your own failures and engage
in battles a loss is an adage,
or a subscription to far beyond.
Odd time to submit a virtue,
where winds underline empty,
your solitude and war hefty,
where dangers declare untrue.
Concealed day, a wind ringlet,
rotates scopes - just to care,
path is kissing this odd pair,
Hades and an accessing bullet.
Sentry guard to one odd link,
could be a next century yon,
prowess insists on lost agon
your far stars on Dome blink;
Then the bullet closer speeds,
to love you in angelic pastures,
on loved meritorious captures,
that crown only manly deeds;
It is the dark trees breathing,
a threading of killed soldiers,
shriveled shot in dark hollers,
Destinies annul your sheathing.
With each year to annunciate,
a quietus smile, coal vastness,
an odd light spread dampness,
is dew drops on your tomb slate.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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At Eleusis
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
When early morning's banners were unfurled.
From high Olympus, gazing on the world,
The ancient gods once saw it with delight.
Sad Demeter had in a single night
Removed her sombre garments! and mine eyes
Beheld a 'broidered mantle in pale dyes
Thrown o'er her throbbing bosom. Sweet and clear
There fell the sound of music on mine ear.
And from the South came Hermes, he whose lyre
One time appeased the great Apollo's ire.
The rescued maid, Persephone, by the hand
He led to waiting Demeter, and cheer
And light and beauty once more blessed the land.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Adder Stings
Adroit snake in serpents sweet curves
dances, my alluring senses to attain,
fizzes the victim's mind to nonsense
defenses of betrayed life in eyes domain.
Befitting of a danger's reversed count,
a mortal coil hypnotically becoming,
in an abyss, later, your lone shout,
your grave mistake in excess, crying.
Away, the wind dryly your land sweeps
and leaves, leaves like in dim, dreams
bind tight to add you up, in deathly bliss
a gild in Beatific wings, or dark esteems.
Venomous tongue, whips the air, fast,
cold eyes so infinitely look in your soul,
to traumatize eternally, a life past,
rainbow coloring of sky becomes of coal.
The Adder stings! An instant to realize
of lost lives torn that end in cackles
a Hydras barking shout slyly to edenize,
to bloviate a dark end in Hades suckles.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Bavarian Gentias
Not every man has gentians in his house
in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give off blight, lead me then, lead the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom, among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the lost bride and her groom.
poem by David McKee Wright
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In The Solitude Of Prayer
In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep
In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best
In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care
In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while
In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart
In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend
In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above
In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live
In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction
In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction
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Echidna
Eternal entities claim my time's burden,
as all our expectations return in Chaos,
a cause to sleep among Gaia's children,
monsters born eons ago, along with Eos.
Echidna-Adder; beautiful Gaia's daughter,
and Uranus; facial countenance of a deity,
and in a moment of admittance, serpent,
a deathly coil around your defense alterity.
Echidna will provoke and surrender venom,
in worlds, where her beauty is fantasized,
to reach her dark hidden aptitude phenom,
to taste her hedonism charisma edenized.
Echidna stares; to magnetize a hero's soul,
and dance; a perfect reward for prowess,
effused your life is in a cadaverous call,
softly in your stare she will devotedly hiss.
Cerberus, the guard dog of Hades, a curse
to encounter and to accept in dual forms
your mind and soul's under world obverse
offspring of Echidna and Typhoon storms.
Hera's gild chosen, I 'll kill monsters begotten
children of darkness, nightly poison droves
I, Heracles, their beseeched souls to molten,
under Colossal crags, and crimson cloves..
Echidna, though will live to bear monsters,
to keep heroes on labors, a constant strife
my Herculean soul is on Olympus boulders
her venomous excrement will quell their life.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Hell Awaits
[Backwards: "Join us" x times]
[Welcome back]
Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
The Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's Domain
Will bring you to your Death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved
Sacrifice the lives of all I know they
Soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell
and keep the fire growing deep inside
Hell awaits...
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The Dean & I
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom
We were dancin and romancin at the senior prom
It was no infatuation
But a gradual graduation
From a boy to a man
Let me tell you while I can
The soda pop came free
Hey sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound
Now who would have guessed miltons paradise lost could
Be found
But in the eyes of the dean, his daughter
Was doin what she shouldna oughta
But a mans gotta do
What a mans gotta do
The consequence should be
Church bells, three swells
The dean, his daughter and me
They were dating in the park
They were smooching in the dark
Of a doorway for two
She whispered I love you -
Ooh, you know I never felt this way before
Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart
Has gone awol, awol, awol, awol
And then I kissed her
And when I kissed her
Its a wonderful world
When youre rolling in kisses
Now, the paint is peeling
(hum drum days and hum drum ways)
Now, and when the chips are down
(hum drum days and hum drum ways)
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
(hum drum days and hum drum ways)
Now, your head goes round and round
(hum drum days and hum drum ways)
Round and round and round and round and round
Im throwing myself off this train
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days, hes got
Hum drum ways, oh boy
Hey, you know Im really earning now
My ship came in with a cargo of dollars
My names lit up on the prow
Its a wonderful world
When youre rolling in dollars
Now!
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Swept Idea
Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem,
to coincide with my remorse, and dream,
and there, as my unguarded pride rings,
another solitude to invent on lost sea links.
A shudder from the northern blow travels,
an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels
kills silent worlds where my failures hide
pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.
On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter,
a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter,
your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma,
a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..
And still.. Today's dream is one more code,
that laughs as only one visitor will approach,
a wind carries last year in his cold embrace
my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.
The wind cries; it passes my soul's burden,
a message dim never read, call of a maiden,
that invites stranded souls of lost wars,
to wait on Heaven roads where ether soars.
A swept idea of a smile and another of tear,
her ghostly upwardly turned hands and stare,
guide my senses and my route towards tides,
where I felt her to wait for me inside Hades.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Deep Isolation Of The Shuttered Eye
the sea is deeply isolated:
as its overlord, landlord,
earthen constraint
stands in charge over it.,
seeking its own level,
unlike the land,
it is pushy for food
on an horizontal basis
primarily, but
with exception.
a dog is thrown into the sea;
maybe shipwrecked sailors as well,
out of element
they usually drown,
get eaten by sharks;
but what say there is
a vault of salinity
so great it solves
death in slices.
a marshy layer
the souls awake into;
demeter thrusting her crowned head
into hades
and returning unscathed;
why no so now,
if it was done then,
done well enough for homer & others to
sing it down to us
for lively discussion
because in the absence of land
we deeply isolate our imagination
in the churn of the sea.
we see the sea
as the back of our heads.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Among all Gifts
Among all cards I 've chosen a queen of death,
I folded it amiably, so I became a sinner;
Atropos smilingly, I swear, became my friend;
a deathly poker game with me the winner;
A dim shadow; waiting in crossroads forking;
under the cemetery bells, glooming,
to marry me in nightly fog, cerberus' barking,
in Stygian necromancy dark looming;
Among all gifts I 've chosen a smile of death,
her dreamy form, a descending glimmer,
falling upon a hard cement with back of neck,
as I was lifted in mid air by a shimmer;
Dryads lifted me in Acheronian excursions;
so soft was the blessing, and unreal,
child of my loneliness in nine dimensions;
in worlds of emptiness, to dream and feel.
Among all things I 've chosen a kiss of death,
in Hades world nothingness comes real,
and all around marionettes of a frozen hearth,
your smile as an illusion of my self - kill.
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The Red Drum
The red drum beats
when every other drum stops beating
every soul dance to the rhythm of life
from the pulsating ethos of the red drum
the red drum not only beats
when you listen, the red drum is talking
every stony heart has a sheath for a knife
from a gush on the tempo of the red drum
the red drum by nature is sexy
when your heart flutter and in frenzy
every stolen glance from your heartthrob
from the blushes irrigated by the red drum
the red drum is jealous and vindictive
when retrospect’s stab is aggressive
every soft spot, love and pardon flee
from dirges the red drum goes on spree
the red drum you should know is the heart
when in our short lives destiny plays its part
every promise given not to stray our drumsticks
from where we are identified as God’s handpicks
poem by Dela Bobobee
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Deep Blue
A solitude of ghostly spill, a dim dispersion,
forgotten sand in eternity's hourglass,
sailors distinguish this life as an obsession,
warriors so expendable, across surpass.
My obsequies in sea, a trinket of dispersion,
recall me lost in January, found in May,
my dreams convert my demise to affection,
and my epitaph became a crossed dismay.
Thud Thud, sounds in sleep, wind-sail-blasts,
She may be the ultimate mens beguile,
Impertinent of a deity, waves on masts,
With her ambrosian sovereign touch and smile..
Maybe I 'll fly with her above a lonely steppe
my solitude will dream of her, as I 'll hark,
word of a priestess form, Delphic corax step,
expended in Stygian terre oblong, as Hydras bark.
Oh, Mother of all my ailments, effusive in cold air..
You who had bestowed my analogy on earth,
and blue Naiads who solemnly, filled my stare,
deep blue I claimed you, in ocean's cold hearth..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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He Did Not Want His Daughter To Dance With Me
Love is but a shadow
The shades in Hades
Seeks to be redeemed
But the ever watchful
Eyes of Cerberus is ever ready
Who could escape his ferocity?
I had never asked to be in love
Or in turn be loved by this
girl I saw,
But Eros had struck me a arrow,
I could feel its sting deep down
my marrow,
And my love had turned into
something more of a sorrow.
Love should be reciprocal
No one should break a heart,
In love with me your daughter
had been,
If you really love her, you should
let her be.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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