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ghivashel Oct 5
with each caress
and with each kiss,
even Hera and Zeus
grow jealous
of the passion
between us.
* excerpt from a lengthier poem I'm currently putting together.
olang phesto Aug 28
Piwang,
weche,
Sigendni
paro,
sechemoko
chwer koa e wanga,
kochimo piny e lemba
kochiko e tika
ka gi lwar e lowo ,
#luoSIganamoko
I am Medusa; stone cold
I am Hera; a queen
I am Persephone; powerful
I am Athena; a fighter
I am Aphrodite; a lover
I am Artemis; uprising
I am Demeter; sustaining
I am Hestia; of hearth and fire

I am Olympus in its full glory.
basically, this poem is about the hidden power you carry and the strength you don't realise you have.
Dream of me my True
Dream of me my Sweet
For it is only in dreaming
That we two meet.
Dream of me my True
Dream of me my Sweet
And let us take a ride
On Cupid's entrancing fleet.

Let us go You and I
In the grasslands
To witness the sprouts
Of corns, wheat and grains.
Let us visit the meadows
Crimsoned with shadows
And play against the bed
And our delicate pillows.

Let us sail You and I
In the Pacific
And wrestle against
The waves so terrific.
Let us blaze our way
To the visage of space
And the force of gravity
We'll vehemently face.

Dream of me my True
Dream of me my Sweet
For it is only in dreaming
That we two meet
Dream of me my True
Dream of me my Sweet
And let us put our journey
On Hera's loving feet.
Mister J Jan 1
I sing sweet whispers of affection
Offer only the best to catch your attention
I ask you, oh radiant goddess of Olympus
May I humbly be the one you choose

For eons your heart suffered
Your trust tampled and discarded
Your coveted love easily forgotten
Leaving you in pain, down and broken

Oh goddess, queen of Olympia
Shine your light towards me
Look at my growing affections, I pray
Embrace my devotion, and the words I say

I don't want to be the Zeus you loathe
Nor the offered champions who eventually leave you
Instead I simply am a mortal admirer
Enamoured by you, my eyes only seeking you

I don't want to be the one who hurts you
I simply want to devote myself completely to you
So I pray for a future that you will see me
As I have chosen to seek the world just for you

Oh Hera, beautiful yet broken soul
I promise you a lifetime of Love
Just to give you smiles everyday
And to be your pillar and strength

In my simplest mortal words, I love you
Regardless of your flaws and your iniquities
In my simplest mortal ways, I'll love you
Through all the ages, no matter what stands in our way

So please, Let me choose to stay
Because your mere presence is my heaven
Your embrace my sturdy, protective walls
Your kisses the nectar and ambrosia that sustains me

Oh Hera, goddess of my affections
Please see me as where you fit
I'll stay here until you're ready to choose
Because in all this chaos, I vow to treasure you
Dedicated to "Hera"

Happy New Year!
I love you!
Thanks for reading!

First poem of 2019

-J
Rafael Gonzaga Jul 2018
Queen of all the gods.
No one dare defy her word.
If by chance with her you are at odds
Prepare to feel the wrath you had incurred.

Ever faithful to one who is not
A polygamous husband to a monogamous wife
He might even leave her there to rot
Fortunately she is a goddess with eternal life.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
These celestial strings pull
Through a vessel of silence
100 eyes
Watching
Staring
Peering
Judging
Guarding
Shrouding clouds on the inside
These emotions I can't get out
Giant slayer I must be
To set my spirit free
To live a life of happiness
For eternity
There is something inside me that keeps me from verbally expressing myself with other people. A problem that has been with me since I could talk. Its time to slay the guardian and to set my soul free.
Niobe Feb 2018
SOS
My brother is a drama queen with no morals.
He cheats on his wife with everything with a pulse.
So many of my nephews are the result of my brother’s lust,
I would be surprised he is still married
If I did not know his wife as well as I do.
His wife is over possessive, and angry,
However she is righteous and fair.
Forgiven on that front.
However she is also our sister
And if I had any right to judge, I might.

My other brother has no cares.
He has had an ongoing competition
With our niece for ages,
Since the spring and the olive tree.
My nephew enjoys arsonry and war
And I wonder if he is a sadist sometimes.
He is my other niece’s side piece, essentially,
Whom is married to yet another nephew.
Our history is riddled with ******,
And I wonder if we are really all powerful gods
Or just afflicted by advantageous birth defects.

I am the most normal of us all
And I spend my time with dead people.

We need help.
Send your best therapist.
Maybe send multiple,
The first few might meet an untimely end.
Sincerely, Hades.
rachel Dec 2017
oh, hera
look upon me with your
piercing green eyes and
tell me of your woes,
of the fallacies you spin
around your ringed fingers;
tell me so i can learn how
to make the men drop to
their knees too
this poem was loosely based off of the life of hera, goddess of marriage and family
DivineDao Jan 2017
Pisala bom
tebi, večna ženska
tebi, ki te ljubim*



Ne nasedaj
na sipine
mrtvih čričkov


Ne pusti se
zapeljati vzdihom
tisočerih zvezd


Na poltenem črnilu
čudežnega vsemirja
spijo mrtve in sanjajo
da še živijo.


Deklica je nosila
hladno vodo v vrču


tvojim gorečim željam,
tvojemu gorkemu glasu,
(ki mu ni bilo moč uiti ...)
tvojim lačnim ustnicam
je Eluard natrosil prgišče
zlatih robidnic in suhih sliv


Medtem je prišla
Ženska


mrzličnih korakov,
ljubeča, in lepih oči;


stopila je vesela med
visoke trave tvojih misli
in odtalila ledene angele
tvojega zamrznjenega pogleda.


Nosila ti je pisanih, dehtečih cvetov
in peresa redkih ptic
so sladko
drhtela med tvojimi poljubi.


Zapisala je nevidno, čutno sled
na tvojo minljivost,
na tvojo čudno prosojnost.


Indigo čolnički škripajo
na rdečem nebu in valovi
pljivkajočih vekov zibljejo
lepe samotne ladje.


Ona to vidi;
Sončni žarki se usipljejo čez krov,
razprta jadra udarjajo ob nebo in
kraguljčki žuborijo v nežnem vetru.


Najina rana ni indigo, ne, ni
obarvana
ne, ljubica moja, motiš se!


Najina rana je slepa
pega na soncu, bel
marmor Apolonov,
obupan krik v
praznino


zoglenelih ciklam, belih oleandrov
zdravilnega pljučnika in nečimrnih podleskov.


Vrtnice so večno posajene v kodre bujne
Venere, v njeno bisernico, v slast rodnosti.




Ti drhtiš,
Neviden fragment popolne pesmi
pleše v tebi, ljuba moja
v tebi, ženska moja
ki nosiš črne hlače
in kriliš
z majhnimi sijočimi dlanmi;

A na mehkih blazinah, prepredenimi
z metulji in travniki,
na skrivaj jočeš pred strašno tkanino ljubezni
bežiš na varno pod in pred lovilci sanj

in se izgubljaš

in se imenitno vedeš
med tesnobo izgub in upanj
zvijaš svojo mladost
rušiš in gradiš
mostove
padaš in letiš
naslonjena na črne borovce,
na vijolično luč, na
rdečkasto trto upanja.




~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~





Ne, ne razumem te! ljubka,
puhasta čopka. Neskončno prikupna si.
Lepa si!

A tako prismojena:

Zakaj si zažgala smotko zlatega tobaka v čisti belini snega!?
Zakaj si zažgala rjava dišeča zrna!? zakaj si drugim dovolila,
da jih zmeljejo, da! zakaj si vulkanskim izbruhom pustila, da pogasijo modro oranžne plamene tvoje neomajne vere v red, v harmonijo. Ahhh ... vse je na pravem mestu!
Zakaj danes, ko se snežen dan preveša v belo megleno noč, prozorna voda vre v rožastem loncu pod rumeno lučjo
in zakaj se zdi, da Zeleno Taro za vogalom vidi le tisti, ki hoče.
Zakaj ta zmuzljivi čas prijetno ne brbota v rdečem Emo lončku, v tistem mojem najljubšem
z belimi pikami in s črnim pokrovom!? Zakaj vendar!?

Veš kaj, ljuba moja! Ni še prepozno! Lahko zamešaš esenco
Čarobnega gozda v ravno prav vročo substanco življenja
in si zvariš pravljico. Naslednjič zeleno lepoto Miyazakija. . .
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Od Lorce Paza Eluarda do Moderne Myazakija po Žensko
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