Vick Mandrake Feb 16
The grass is always greener
When the sun and moon share time
And if you wish to change demeanor
You'll learn this truth, I find

For I have rode the albatross
And dove deep into the sea
I have climbed with Sisyphus
And Hades set me free
I always consider putting the intended meanings in this section but time and again I've decided I'd rather have the reader to assign their own meanings than me tell them what to feel
Rose L Jan 29
I feel the old gods in me breathe.
Subtle hands, contracting intercostals,
feminine fingers that scream and wail when I let men with ill intent come near me -
feminine fingers that announce themselves as Athena, Diana.
Do you have a legacy?
I feel Nefertiti, Osiris, Iris, clench their fists in my gut when I cry in my sleep and wake up angry -
Hecate spits and twitches her paws when my undulating heart lacks the oil that flourished during her reign.
Wings over me, the contorted body of Nike. Protective but irate.
A shout, and a burst blood vessel in the corner of my eye -
by the aging moon this tumult of Dido's wild ichor inside me grows...
Have you ever used your voice?
Athena's words in my head telling me to scream -
Roar of the old gods telling me to run -
Their tongues in the sand and in the grass blades.
Child of flesh and hard times.
An unknown voice from the mouth of my mother commands me - 'take firm grasp of the magic within you'
Perhaps I am too afraid to reply.
Bina Perino Nov 2017
Immortality: built to last, like the Roman Coliseum.
A first century monument to humanity’s achievements,
to Nero, to the strength of linen clad Romans,
with travertine arches that withstood fires and earthquakes.

Mortality: bones and blood, like Nero himself.
and those who followed him until there were none.
Our breaths follow the rhythm of our internal clocks,
ticking down the hours until we fall into cold dust.

Immortality: tastes like sermon promises of Heaven;
shines like morning light through cathedral stained-glass,
mesmerizing and tantalizing, hope that our breaths
will stick to the world like black ink on scritta paper.

Mortality: tastes like dried leaves and scattered roadkill;
shines like morning light through hospital windows,
reminding and tormenting, months and months of hospice.
Our bones are not travertine, our blood is not Holy water.
Pandiga Rosyad Nov 2017
kasihku seperti surat yang kusut dalam kolong meja;
berisi lirik-lirik lagu semenjana kata mereka
konser di jantung riuh semalam
di situ aku menjadi degup yang gagal ditafsirakan
keramaian yang suci, sejatinya telah lesap
padahal mereka semua telah berjingkat, sayang
suatu keramaian telah dirampas
oleh aliran rindu yang mengaliri dan mengakhiri beberapa muara sungai hingga sampai amis lautan
di ujung menyalakan lilin, di pulau sepi;
berombak sunyi.

Malang, November 2017
jack of spades Nov 2017
are you collecting the old counts of how
they slaughtered your son and his power-hungry heart,
twenty three knives to the torso,
the killing blow delivered by a beloved friend?
or are those the scrolls that you wish
dust would settle over forever, relics and reliefs of
everything you see behind your closed eyelids.
a politician’s mother
must be all the more clever; her son will not
be going into battle to die with honor
but rather with deceit. give her-- you-- a laurel wreath,
the irony of the goddess nike standing
golden over the tomb of your son: emperor,
caesar. mother of summer, of boiling july,
are you not the sun? are you not the constellations
freckling burnt pale skin? are you not
the fiercest and brightest of warriors, quietly,
without warning?
for the mother of julius caesar, the woman who raised him while his father was away; for the grandmother of augustus, who marked the change of roman history.
Durbin Oct 2017
Diana of the woods and
Wild animals, as swift as winds
That rustle leaves, her muscles are as
Mighty as the brown bear, her legs are as
Steady and strong as the wolf dog that yips
At her swiveling hips, her motion as graceful
As the rushing rivers, yet as fierce as a tornado’s
Spiral, pouncing, bounding, she cuts the air as sharp
As the arrow that springs from her bow, eyes transfixed
On her target—

Diana, goddess of the woods and
Wild animals, captured in black bronze
And displayed atop marble like a prize won.
I wrote this while observing a sculpture. I tried to capture the power of her figure and contrast the dynamism of her legend with the stoicism of the art form. I hope you enjoy. Please leave comments. -DD
PS Sep 2017
I blame Diana, the hunt, the game.
He was a fool for her wily ways.
I blame the girl, the victor of the tale.
She gets the spoils, I only fail.

He says he needs time.
But time doesn't wait.
Just a thought (hello, I'm back)
Stanley Wilkin Jul 2017
Mired in history, coiled around by cheap reflections
On previous ramshackle glory,
Roman armies camped in valleys,
Swords trickling with blood from the battle
On the heath. Bodies covering the bracken
Like a foreshortened locust swarm, wingless

Over the town. The triumphant Italians had there
On the high ground, above the sinuous Col,
Built temples
And baths. Marble hauled in from Sicilian quarries,
Loaded on to Carthaginian ships by fierce North African slaves-
Themselves beaten warriors.
They were in the town when the tribes struck,
Dying in chains.

Before their own savage deaths, they slaughtered
Others, cut them into ragged pieces, decapitated, raped,
Choralling songs of victory, leaving none alive.
That day, the dun hills smelt better!
They torched the temples and wasted the proud theatre,
The slender apogee of culture.

Now the town slumbers in the present,
Burying its past under beautiful gardens, purple flowers and
Raffish gladioli peeking out from unobtrusive suburbs
Stinking of ancient corpses.
Mike Virgl Jun 2017
Blasting through the night
At the scoundrels camp
Wine is used to fight
Rome's searching lamp

"Don't fear lift to song!"
"Standard Eagle's gone!"
"Men mighty and strong"
"Look to morning's dawn"

"For Rome trembles as a newborn fawn"
"Why?!?!"
"Because my cock still rages on!"
IDK I love this in the series.
Julie C Smith Jun 2017
Queen of the Nile and yeah of course beauty
Her father left her a kingdom's duty
Little motherless daughter, everyone adored her
But her dull child brother bored her

She rocked her look, eyes and hair
A dream black as night and gorgeous in white
In her greatest despair
She made her way back to top right at Caesar's side

She'd delight his heart and never could a love be
As true as theirs, by the first sight
She gave him a son, a King at three
He'd rule the whole world, she made it her plight

But soon her man left her and his fate was sealed
And her love was doomed, this couldn't be real
A betrayed woman's heart in a young girl's body
A graceful Queen, ready to go down in history

He took her soul when he went away
Still so proud to have been his wife
Her heart turned to stone on the day
She was too late for the love of her life

Anthony took his place not only in Rome
But in the loyal Queen's heart he should also find home
Deeply in love and maybe too blind
To see the signs, don't lose your mind

Together they rose to fall even lower
Blood dripping in the waters like a deathly shower
He chose love over war, swallowed his pride
The battle was lost and he died at her side

A life filled with love but now all alone
The faithful wise Queen sensed her end was to come
She would slip out of her enemy's hand
With the bite of a snake to take her to her lovers' land
Cleopatra, my inspiration. This book about her life saved mine
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