"andreas" poems
On Saturday mornings it always was the same
my Nan would say come Chris we are going down the lane
I would fret want to go to the bathroom but she'd drag me out again
knowing what a powder keg she was and thought her rather insane
It did not matter how big they were she had ***** of steel
if someone crossed her path they would come off ill
I was mortified by her temper, my word but she was strong
I have seen her throw hard men right over my head and they were gone
Now at this not so tender age I am
now I understand who I am
just another dangerous creature
like my sweet old Nan
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Never relent to reach your dreams
never fall at the first fence
be brave and fight on
think everyone not your enemy
Stand fast and never yield
be strong for the time of deliverance
be a child of the stars so vast
with hard work and perseverance
Go by the beat of the drum
know that enlightenment is within you
be as we, stride on freely
for I truly believe that you can really do
(Poem For Larna Kira Kourtis)
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
For Naomi Lazard
Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard
My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.
They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.
They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.
Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.
My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.
They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.
Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.
8.2k
I dance like a lizard on hot sand
by the light of the sun I've done this before
it's like that, one minute waltz times four
Reptile be what reptilian is
on rock lazily warming in the sun
as my slow constitution has began
After midday hiding in shadows
with darting tongue, I smell my pray
by their nest I wait till the last of day
Then out they come in the cool of the night
a feast frenzy for all
yet this ***** lizard is so small
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
It's a **** count down on Rockies ranch
Rock's got the list
and Clancy's got the **** counter
listen to Rock sing his favorite song
good old Cockity ****
to see how many heads pop up
time is a ticking
counting all those chickens
so cockity ****
get them heads up
my lovely *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Have you been bad my friend
as you seem to be on the naughty list
let me just check for you
see all that you have claimed to do
Can I look at your pass again
sir by this your seven foot tall
and to boot, great with child
you can kiss it, you are on the naughty list
Oh don't give us this and that
I smell the bull, you're full of crap
you are on the naughty list
maggot, just one off the wrist
Now move over sir
as you are not welcome here
no point stomping your feet
you sir are not getting in
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
He slumped onto the barbedwire
thinking of the end in no man's land
his uniform grey with ash
his army colours now blind to all
From out of a trench he had dashed
but dying no hero by the call of a whistle
just a name in a thankless world war
that in a thousand more years
will have tragically so many tears
No Poppy will grow here
whilst the bombs and gunfire go on
this land will not settle
with killing machines of metal
So he is dying with his blood and pride
yet not in a land for butterflies
he looks at his loves stained photograph
in his last breath gasps, Poppy my Poppy
By Christis Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
My hamster has asthma
it's so well not ****** cool
he sits there just looking at me
when I put him in his ball
The wheel I bought him to run inside
does sit in his cage redundant
for he has no want to play
my poor short of breath rodent
I took him to the vets
this coughing spluttering pet
I told of my malady
hoping he'd make him breath better for me
The vet looked at me astounded
and very confounded
as this condition he had never seen
a hamster with asthma looking cute and serene
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sitting past the reeds
upon a willow tree
the kingfisher surveys
his watery larder
With keen polaroid eyes
a victim he spies
and measuring distance
he makes his next move
A flicker in thought
his blue metallic wings
now do go into action
such a beautiful thing
Down from the branches
wings folded back
he darts into the stream
by the banks waters edge
The minnow that was hunting
has now become the hunted
and out of crystal waters
the kingfisher is victorious
Out of the stream
with feathers to preen
after a hearty fill
of minnow and bream
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
So long ago was the rebellion
when shield and sword clashed
how mighty those battles
far, far from our homes
All were once the same
till he shot his big mouth off
and a division was made
we knew then this was rebellion
Brother and brother locked in combat
sister and sister fighting to ones defeat
never should this battle of taken place
all because of jealousy of the human race
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
As we transcend from the perfumed gardens
my hot lips climb your mount of venus
and by your belly button
I breath hotly on you and lay a kiss
I know I pretend to be prim and hawlty
but keep my secret, that I bite naughty
People would think me a ***** monger
a ****** beast with a unquenchable desire
I rive and burn with anticipation
just to feel skin against skin
I'd do you and her to, it's my fault
that I do bite naughty
I look deep into your eyes
as I move up ever forward
I reach your temple lips
and there I lay my hypnotic kiss
laying where you are my beauty
as I bite you naughty
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Maturity©
What is maturity?
Is it knowing that tomorrow will be a better day?
Is it having made all the mistakes until there are no more to be made,
Is it sitting in front of a computer playing games with your inner child and it being okay?
Is it a sense of knowing that the world is unfolding as it is meant to be.
Maturity is defined as development,
Is this the development of the human body?
Is this the development of intellectual matter or
Is this the development of human potential?
Is this the development of a spiritual knowing or connection?
How is maturity obtained?
Do we grow up to be mature?
Are we taught and learn to become mature,
Do we obtain maturity through experience?
Or does age provide an automatic pass to maturity.
Is maturity that stage where all is lost?
Or is maturity when the world is our oyster,
Or when there is an inner knowing of ourselves,
Or is it when we achieve all of our goals and dreams,
Or is it when we have figured out the world around us.
Maturity, let me know what it looks when you find yours,
I seem to have misplaced mine.
Andreas Simic©
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Oh cast me to the dark
so I have a chance to fight
let my sword on fire
make brave and inspire
My loyalty is only to you
you are the light of my dawning
what do you wish of me
I do promise to serve you
Soon they will know
just what a fool of love I am
my heart aches for you
I even dream with you
You are all to me
you are my dignity
and I truly love you
with all of my loyalty
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
Ice cream ninety nine
I know you make my lips taste fine
I need a big one mister
give me your large ice cream, ninety nine
We hear you coming
with lame tunes, Mmm pretty shifty
but we love to see you here
in our slum of a f>>king city
Yet Ice cream man
your sauce is tasty
and the blood you put on
makes kid's like us factory
Come back ice cream man
just one more ninety nine
come on ice cream man
let us bleed you dry again
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neonsolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
O’Silky smooth ballsac
Stuck to my leg
Ever-presence defines manhood
As tree defines fruit
And as fruit defines tree.
Ne'er such a sense
Overwhelmed my hot-spot
As this dangling (oval, skin and nerves of)
Oily pouch
I cream.
Yet
A line as destructive
As the San Andreas
Fault- O divine chafe
You reduce me
You erode me
As if we rented *******
Bikes
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
My brothers dog is a naughty boy
he chews on the furniture, and destroys his toys
the chap can even open the bread bin
scoffing all that is contained within
My brother did say, just the other day
with a huff and a puff in somewhat dismay
that he had caught his crafty mutt licking
the board that he chops his food on
He had wondered why it always kept clean
now he knows, all is not always what it seems
Yet my brother loves that puppy
and together they are so very happy
but he is a rowdy little sod
is my brothers naughty dog
By Christos Andreas aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
Water lapped up the side of the lifeboat
as it bobbed up and down on the sea
only seven ****** had survived
the rest had gone under and drowned
The first officer and the stoker
lent over a fellow ******
he was coughing up oil
and in unbearable pain, was screaming
The stoker mumbled, He's not got long
then he started to sob in his hands bitterly
they had been torpedoed by a U Boat
a day and three quarters out of Italy
The coughing then stopped
the ****** was dead
so they said a little prayer
then tipped him over the edge
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Dragonfly o Dragonfly
framed against a lazy summer sky,
you'll hover and ponder out yonder,
like an acrobat you fly.
You'll dance and dart, hover and peer,
Touching, stalking, feathered walking.
On pond shadows dark and near,
onto sunbeams sparkling clear.
Casting imaged reflections,
on a mirrored surface of life's crystal pond.
Where ever-diminishing dainty rippled circles,
disappear onto a distant misty shore beyond.
You'll ponder and peep,
through dark secrets your pond might keep,
captured images of animals & bees,
scented flowers & soft young trees.
About political boundary bursts,
and agonizing desert thirsts.
While strife-torn agony song is being sung,
at the scorching heat of the searing Sun.
Witnessing a climate change,
Industrial, Oil, Air & Waste pollution.
With no workable cleanup program in site,
to warrant a solution.
Our planet's resources stretched,
to its limits by human misery & industry untold.
Life's habitats are disappearing,
the beginning of Earth end is nearing.
It is inevitable that soon, to soon,
after million a year, on life's crystal ponds so clear.
You'll too succumb to man's industrious endevours,
and for eternity disappear.
Andreas Strauss.16 June 2007
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
Hey bro don't push in front
you *******
hey **** for brains say thank you
you *******
Man you are going to make me loose my rag
you *******
Why don't you just ****** die
you *******
because I will **** you up
you *******
I will bleed you till you never believe
you *******
I can break every bone in your body
you *******
I can make you burn in hell
you *******
I can be wicked if I want
you *******
So get out of my space
you *******
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Tic tic tic
I know it sounds sick
all that tapping on keys
my countdown to my sweet suicide
It's no big deal
for nothing I feel
this body, this flesh
good god 20,000 will do
If you live by the art
die by your art
this is my 9,997
before the gates of heaven
I will push myself to death
promise a utter messy death
glory to dark poetry
my countdown to sweet suicide
The fire burns deep within me
I will not retreat from this
no glance back, no romance
just my countdown to sweet suicide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
It was silk that handkerchief
that she kept in her slim red velvet sleeve
that windy night whist out riding
she did loose that hanky to the wind wild and free
Holding on to her mighty black beauty
she did let her chief fly with the wind
and as moonlight fell
it did land upon a still pond
A frog still breathing the breath of flies
dead in eyes did adorn himself
making the silk handkerchief his cloak
claiming all the kingdoms of the world
He claimed dark magic for his evil empire
bathed those so foolish to follow his lies
from spore to twenty ages past
he was their glory, for a thousand years to pass
Oh his sick blindness was his ignorance
making baby skinned lamp shades
as death by his hands came so easily
by suicide he'd die in a shallow cowards grave
The lady of the midnight rides
oh she did hear of his wicked deeds
so she made a black clothed thing
a dragonfly, with the heart of fire
It was sent to that time
oh to that dark age with jagged wings
it did put hate in a box
to save fit for another day
That silk handkerchief
oh did he know it's worth
pudding disdain is now the frog
and to our shame, so is this world
By Christos Andreas Kourtos aka NeonSolaris
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Poppy walked the streets by day
she cried in the allies at night
she's still a kind and generous lady
who through circumstance had lost the fight
The vacant look in her eyes
dirt on her face that some despise
but if you gave her the time of day
wise words she would always say
People call her a down and out
but that's not what she's about
for from the front she had come
and no more would she hold a gun
She is a forgotten hero
and now she's a zero
she keeps her medals in her pocket
in a tissue next to her false teeth
One of the many now forgotten
one who's life now is rotten
this is Poppy the hero
this is one of the forgotten
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Time does tell me to unfurl my dark wings
keep a blood red cross on your door
for like the last time I flew
it is time to take the first born
Years become seconds
I am programmed
to hunt and ****
by the orders
This is a deep communion
nothing to do with faith
just an action I must perform
deaths bitter sweet wraith
So from door to door
I will strike them down
**** the first born
all around the world
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
When I go on a poetic rant
I call it my **** out sunbathing
and boy do I flash them
whilst I am still breathing
I am trying to help other writers
just to overcome their fears
as I have become fearless
with devotion, so many years
You get to a stage
or maybe an age
that you care not what people are saying
when you have your **** out sunbathing
Yes, I know I am rather brash
smoking **** and flicking ash
drinking till the sun cries morning
a new day of poetry, just dawning
So as a would be sage
twenty first century made
I do hope to empower
writing is a life time, and not just hours
I write for the love of it
help all of this art waiting
for I am a **** for the art
with my **** out sunbathing
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
We walk by the river side
wanting the sky to fall
planes fly tree line low
she ducks her head as we go
as I hold tight to her hand
She has the look of eloquence
her eyes burn into my eyes
and by the riverside
we spot a blue dragonfly
we watch it's shimmering wings as it flies
We stop for a few moments
to watch this baby fly
as we care for all
and none care for us
as we are just planes and dragonflies
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC