#penelope
I sometimes think back in time
To the story of the Odyssey
The age of Greek Gods and Goddesses
When a woman named Penelope loved Odysseus.
Her husband had been gone
Twenty years long
Everyone thought him dead
Sent suitors to the head
The queen of Ithaca
Had another idea instead
When all seemed hopeless
Twelve axes and an unstrung bow
The queen made a challenge
Let the suitors know
If they were to fail then they would go
Sat behind the axes
Let the arrows fly
Cheat on her lover?
She would rather die.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC
The gypsy snow clouds are dressing
The Starry night Van gogh midnight sky
As Moonblessed waves cruise
To Sweet Caress of luminous shores
the Sunflowers and roses
Heads and hips
are in the gypsy petalled clouds
While their sighs
Are in the fine wine vineyards
Of our love
And her Exotic beauty is strewn
With the modest honey of the Golden
Rose moon a cool Spring month
before the Summers Sultry June
A Spring firefly and a Summer rose
Is the panarama view of her exquisite beauty modest as any iris lounging
Sweet upon a moonlit Heavenly shore,
An exotic garden of heavenly
and earthy delights
A woman who is naturally
sweet to adore
When so much of the rains
Melodies and sonnets sweet labor
Seems increduously wasted
Her enchanting charms are a keeper
While more or less we are great sleepers
In a procession of sweet sorrows
And sweet bliss
She could be the modest belle of exotic splendor in any Summer
and evening parade
or shimmering ball
A Compassionate sway with a unique
Kind beauty to Love forever a day,
Beyond the rose kiss of a gaze
And the blue that both weeps and soothes
With equal depths and caresses
She can cry
and make ones gregarious love sigh
She can laugh and make candles cry,
All in the same span,
Like nightingale wings
Caresses vineyard breezes,
Shes a pretty pretty kind of wonderful,
Sweet Penelope with Compassionate
Exotic sways,
Within and Without
And
The Moon is all
golden rose splendors
of
Sweet Loving rays
To be with her
sweetly loved and cherished
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 5:31 AM UTC
Where are you?
I heard stories that you departed...
What did you do?
There's no way you got outsmarted
Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival?
Did you not think our house will be full of rivals?
Did you forget you have a son?
Why didn't you come when the war was done?
Other wives have their husbands home
Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone
Come back, my love, return to your throne
Come back before my heart turns to stone
Ten years ago you were stolen by a war
Ten years ago you stepped outside our door
Yet I have been patiently waiting
By fears and nightmares I was waking
And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count
This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount
Come back to our bed, to our tree
Come back to me!
Please!
I beg the gods above
Don't delay my beacon
Don't hinder love
The sun is dawning
Another day without news
Tomorrow's morning
My watch continues
I'll be once again looking out my window
Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow
You never should have left!
Your forced departure was worse than a theft
Athena, guide home your favourite
Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery?
Oh gods...
We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Labor pain
I write this through a haze
Going in and out remembering grey days
I woke up from a dream
Where I had to fend from three
They didn’t even know me
I was only 13
Labor pain
I’ve moved past the blame
But how can make sure
You’re Journey doesn’t go the same?
I wanna protect you from the world
But the world taught me
It is what you make it
When I was only 15
Labor pain
This is my labor pain
I’ve cut the chord
So you won’t have to feel my shame
Labor pain
This is my own labor pain
It’s not yours
I’m doing the best I can
To make sure your playground is free rein
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
Everybody wants me to be
The queen Penelope
Of this palace
When I'm really
An up roaring *****
Holding a chalice
Not knowing
What I'm really like
Keeping it stuffed down
Really bites
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Her bookshelf to the brim and bursting
With pages worn, and well
Remembered for the virtues
Lost
And husbands in the war
Fallen woman--fall, and women
Harvests sown and reaped
Moon of full, of wax, of
Wane
Her heart of Shadow's seed
Hand of diamond and of band
Ashes, ashes, dust
A love once lived and now, one
Lost
The pages' faces face us
And sages burn, away
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
When Penelope bid αντίο her dearest Odysseus
Did she shed a tear for her heart left alone
Or sit alone in the room where she would await his return
And knit quietly
The bereaved bride of a nation grieving,
Groaning from the pains of war?
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
"You are likely to
succeed if you try!"
Perhaps that's why
I find a part of the
self in verbal form
At the subatomic level of
this and that there is a Platonic
good vibrating like mad, like a
mountain flower
Saying "Yes, I said yes,"
will you yes to its yes?
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Penelope Cruz
Used to muse
On the use
Of oversized microwave ovens
In the covens
Of Barcelona.
Give them their due
They know how to imbue
Broomsticks with fresh belladonna!
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC