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Helios Lunar Sep 9
I give my daily offering to the mighty Gods,
I thank Hades and Demeter for their gifts of allowing crops and vegetation,
I thank Zues for protecting and leading all of us,

But as i proceed to thank the rest of the Mighty Gods i see him, so gracefully walking and carrying stones, i loose myself gazing at him not realising the thunderous storm building up,

Not knowing the Gods have noticed my defiance,
Loosing myself within his lively aura and graceful soul,
Unwillingly I decide to give him the most precious thing i have to offer,
My heart; is now forever his and only his,

The Gods seeing that now my undying loyalty lies only to him,
They see this as treacherous and label me as a heretic,
In doing so they decide to give me a more inferior punishment than Death itself,
Zues building up his eternal power,
Gives a uplifting yet dim thunderbolt strike,
I see that it is directed toward him,
Panicking yet paralysed i watch,
My one true love fall still,
His lifeless heavenly green eyes gazing at me,

And then i realised my heart is now forever lost in the underworld with my one true love.
Diána Bósa Jun 17
There's no such blade
that would be sharp enough
to slice one of one's shadow.
I grab and tear mine away, though,
kneading and reshaping it
like wet clay soil
in hope, maybe
its blackness won't scare you.

From the shapeless mass,
I yearn to give a familiar form
so you may recognize me
from even taking a glimpse at it.
You know, my shadow never lies,
always telling the truth
showing its real face,
even when mine betrays.
"Du siehst! ein Hund, und kein Gespenst ist da.
Er knurrt und zweifelt, leg sich auf den Bauch.
Er wedelt. Alles Hundebrauch."

"You see? He's no phantom but a dog.
He snarls and watches, crouching on his belly.
He wags his tail - all canine habits."

(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe: Faust, Act II,
Before The Gate, translated by Peter Salm)
Mark Wanless Feb 29
on the battle field of courage and pain
the young men defend the old politicians
the cost is blood and treachery
S Bharat Feb 25
The Conquerer

Plunged the sword
Into my heart,
And
"Conquered the world" he said,
"I left no part."

S. Bharat
George Krokos Jan 29
Sometimes if we carefully observe what's going on in our life
we may notice a principle or system operating that is rife;
punishment and reward is that which seems to be going on
even though certain elements of it may be justifiably wrong.
It resembles the broader principle known as the Law of Karma
wherein or by which one can reap what they sow like a farmer.

The implications of this are taken advantage of by those who
wish to impose their own idea of justice or vengeance onto
anyone that goes against or crosses a certain line of their sphere
where they hold influence and consider it to be some place dear.
In many situations though the main reason is that out of jealousy
which prompts one with a warped mind to do an act of treachery.
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Written in 2018
Annie Sep 2019
Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue

Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow

True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint

Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts

And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
A B Faniki Jul 2019
Some superiors know how to hold a grudge,
That only death could pry them away from it;
Some colleague are inexperience in every aspect
Of their work, but well verse in treachery and groveling;

Some customers know how to transfer their aggression
And run out of patience at the sight of frown;
So we overwork nonentity most remove our crown
And put a barrier against these office hurricane for protection;

We most tell ourselves little-lies everyday that we're strong,
For this little make belief is our safety at work;
Like we hope for heaven we hope today won't
be as bad as tomorrow and our joy to be long
I wrotw these poem after experiencing these things in my place of work. I hope you enjoy it © A B Faniki 7/28/2019. This qork is ark of my WIP bannal yell soo all copy right are reserved
RixusPrime Mar 2019
All the glory I sought,
and all the pain I brought.
I wrought havoc to all those who incurred my wrath.

A demigod in my way,
and destruction grew in my stay.
I vanquished all those who opposed me in my wake.

But what brought about this madness and created endless sadness?
It was envy and greed,
the curse of the weak.

The betrayal of my friend,
was the birth of a foe.
But to what end?
Treachery and lies,
they brought him joy and great pride,
and in the end, death with great spite.
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