Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which round about in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took desire
Enough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I the God have arm'd,
And set him up a Deity;
But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee
Slay me not in this distress and anguish,
Lady of beauty.
Hither come as once before thou camest,
When from afar thou heard'st my voice lamenting,
Heard'st and camest, leaving thy glorious father's Palace golden,
Yoking thy chariot. Fair the doves that bore thee;
Swift to the darksome earth their course directing,
Waving their thick wings from the highest heaven
Down through the ether.
Quickly they came. Then thou, O blessed goddess,
All in smiling wreathed thy face immortal,
Bade me tell thee the cause of all my suffering,
Why now I called thee;
What for my maddened heart I most was longing.
"Whom," thou criest, "dost wish that sweet Persuasion
Now win over and lead to thy love, my Sappho?
Who is it wrongs thee?
"For, though now he flies, he soon shall follow,
Soon shall be giving gifts who now rejects them.
Even though now he love not, soon shall he love thee
Even though thou wouldst not."
Come then now, dear goddess, and release me
From my anguish. All my heart's desiring
Grant thou now. Now too again as aforetime,
Be thou my ally.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little ****** skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep! -
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
******* up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Women are the vessels that hold life
for Nine 1/2 weeks like Kim Basinger
Call me Mickey.
Women adorned Da Vinci paintings with a half smile
martyrs in the flames of freedom
Call me Joan.
Women that nurture life
the greatest man to ever walk our path
call me Mary.
-and yet we’re reduced to calling them *****
because our male brains can’t reach to nothing more.
Women in revolutionary trenches
artist, poets, our strongholds, mend no fences
call me Frida.
Women our souls, our backbones
endless spinal chords that keep us up
call me Theresa.
-and yet ***** is the word that dominates our tongues
when we refer to them.
Women the leaders, the warriors
the fighters, the valor of the coward
call me Cleopatra.
Women the lovers, the pleasers
that feed us and keep us up on our feet
call me Anne Boleyn.
-and yet ***** infiltrated our vocabulary
like a terminal cancer, let’s get rid of it.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
Venus in Cancer
cheeks flushed in rouge
quiet behind the noise of your ruse
love draped in blue
keep me far from your waves
i pollute calm oceans on the clearest of days
Shameful am i
regret in my voice, with this
sharp tongue sealing the coffin that carried my choice
it wasn't you, then
at least, not as it seemed
I loved you too much to let you near me
we should try again
when we get out of our heads
that may never happen, so I'll pretend instead.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
You are as tender as a tudor rose at sunsets goodbyes
you are my blushing beauty with crimson hues
and as night falls all around us
you transform to match the complexion of the moon
Your companionship is a blessing heaven sent
all my admiration and dedication is to you
if I ever wrong you,may I be cast to the gates of hell
for I follow your mission to our great ambitions
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC