"caucasus" poems
Zeus, your predilection for banishing Titans to Hades...
anathema of them--revolt was theirs of you...Titanomachy.
Enter Prometheus, second generational Titan, brother
to Atlas--Prometheus of whom Titan revolt at first ran
no fire through his veins.
Thus, Zeus was well pleased and employed Prometheus
to put earth to water, water to earth...as to yield man.
As so man was, and was unto Prometheus...a fondness
entered him of them.
And in of passion Prometheus' veins were run through
with fire...fire fought fire--thus Prometheus reached out
taking hold Zeus' lightning.
Hid in a hollowed fennel stalk, to be bequeathed unto man.
Torrents of fire now ran Prometheus' veins, and in a fit of
infamous mockery presented Zeus with two packets of
slaughtered animal parts.
A hubris was born in Prometheus that being so halved
God-man gave itself fully to that polarity...he gawked at
Zeus and bade him choose between the two packets.
One of ox meat and innards coated in stomach lining, the
other of ox-bones coated in its own abundant fat.
Thus Zeus chose, the wretched lesser of the two...
inconsumable ox-bones coated by fat.
A charged and terrible air cut and heavied all direction,
pointing assuredly that Zeus was one given over to the
surface of things, a psychological casualty of his own
vanity.
Zeus overcome with Prometheus' disaffection for the God
of him struck at Prometheus' family.
At length, this assault could not, would not put asunder
Prometheus from the ground he stood.
A certain Haphaestus was summoned by Zeus...whose
directive was writ in torment.
Chain Prometheus to Mount Caucasus...where from on
high a sackcloth cloud shall shake loose an eagle, whose
homing hunger shall have only a taste for Prometheus' liver.
Day in, and day out, that accursed ***** shall be the
bounty of itself!
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
I see a clover in my heart,
two trefoil shamrocks do adorn my breast,
these spider's webs on my elbows, -covered,
with moving foot never do I rest.
Upon me soul and in my mind,
resides a brotherhood to wit I'm joined,
from home of Prometheus a story born,
seed of Gomer passes through my ****
I have a clover in my heart,
a turning foot makes this world mine.
The Caucasus seem so far from me,
with six-thousand years in brotherhood; time.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.
I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.
I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.
With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.
Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.
Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.
I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.
Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.
But
In my heart .
Writer :
Jalaludin rumi
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
though said to be golden like that of Eris,
the mores which you so savor are hollow with worms.
your stony statutes, finally crumbling, now
remind me of rose-colored saran wrap:
stretched too thin across the epochs
to bind each lawless Julia at present.
able now to be whole—free from your unadulterated peace,
spun, measured, and cut are your class lines at last.
and so with a sigh of relief so great that it could echo across
all of the Caucasus,
your Ovid, cast away, has returned.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms.
The interpreter translates, "I was a friend of Kornilov, he asks me what to do and I tell him."
A stub of a man, this Mohammedan colonel ... a projectile shape ... a bald head hammered ...
"Does he fight or do they put him in a cannon and shoot him at the enemy?"
This fly-by-night, this bull-roarer who knows everybody.
"I write forty books, history of Islam, history of Europe, true religion, scientific farming, I am the Roosevelt of the Caucasus, I go to America and ride horses in the moving pictures for $500,000, you get $50,000 ..."
"I have 30,000 acres in the Caucasus, I have a stove factory in Petrograd the bolsheviks take from me, I am an old friend of the Czar, I am an old family friend of Clemenceau ..."
These hands strangled three fellow workers for the czarist restoration, took their money, sent them in sacks to a river bottom ... and scandalized Stockholm with his gang of strangler women.
Mid-sea strangler hands rise before me illustrating a wish, "I ride horses for the moving pictures in America, $500,000, and you get ten per cent ..."
This rider of fugitive dawns....
1.8k
on cloudless days we besmirch the suns reign
the spirit hankers for Autumn
the baltic coast apposite
launches thy being by the northern skies,
a trinity of light leds to the caucasus plains
to reveal Edens gardens
and locate cultivars of apple
and vine
to graft onto our dying seasons
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
whiteness is an intellectual
psychological virus
that justifies slavery with every breath stolen
and words within it
ethnicity the antidote
when police say caucasian
it is a lie that white people
came from the Caucasus Mountains
scared into associating with whiteness
rather than genealogy coming from Africa
country built by Africans
music that is love
culture and society we love
is inherently blackness
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
when I read the myths
you were there
a voice behind the curtain of the unnamed
sometimes you were my Ariadne
and other times Demeter
I broke and was reborn in Persephone
they gave me many names
yet never truly saw me
closed syllables
are like metaphors born in pain
in the cry of endless words
one whisper touched me
you are ready
you will know yourself whole
you will look into the cold mirror
and not close your eyes
seeing the twisted lines
the pain of rejection, deep in the bones
is like the tide of a cold ocean
that’s why I write my thoughts in words
to draw from the solar plexus
the memory of tear drops
left in the mountains of Caucasus
when I met him
so you were and are the gate
like every soul
that descends to this earth
you are the meeting
with the Erinyes I once silenced
I cut off Medusa’s thoughts
just not to become
the one who turns to stone
the canvas woven by life
looking in the mirror
I did not turn away from you
to give strength to those
who lost faith in the power of symbol
in the power of your myth
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
cut quick—! quick!
unshackle, ship off, shuffle—
and if the Cuss crack some ten becrossed
what heaven have you?
cut—! amen, wha'cutting counts
the abacuses
of a
quake and halo'd curt
accountant named
in kneeling cerulean crib—
The Caucasus, the
Caliphate, the Croesus—
(you quack!—cut!—)
—ah, Christ.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Yes, future events are free, some are permanent.
Bright, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Fake, Photo,
Illustration, Art, Painting, Work, Breathe, Toiletry Bag.
A musical comedy and a mixture of inventions
in Kavala City. Yinetewi, amazing dictionary
cart music, light technique, light machine,
detailed vehicle, a dictionary for ************ is not a fever for me.
For Sale, Perspective, Success,
Habits or Goh By Writing Scroll Editions,
Treasures of Africa and Ottomans, Wounds,
Floors, Pools, Sports cars, Grass and Water, ROJ!
!!!!! Thee Posted in: مشاركه Editor: From:
الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan travel, Turkey
and Christmas. Green, Blue, Blue, Italian
Grace, Tuesday, Sunday, Heart, Air Spirit,
Night Love, Innocent Love, Information
Contest, Competition, Running, Race,
Competition, Market, Groceries, Lost
Days Of Love. Love, Love, Love, Love,
Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love,
Morning, Comedy, White Horse,
Beautiful Girl Consulting Services;
Legendary immediate answer
to the future of legal advice.
Quick nickname, Instant Voice
ts'ibetewi form. September,
Sam's Lifestyle is a Good Life
Preparing for the Future A happy,
happy, happy, happy, happy, happy.
Cousin Horn Black Black Head
Head Crying Parents Screaming
with a Beautiful Brown Caucasus
Beautiful Day. Parker, Sellers,
Star Hotel Hosts The True Truth.
Underwater World's Dark Blunt Foil Image
The Partner Watcher's knowledge of serious
chemical abuse comes or goes.
Heart in space broken Bright,
Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Landscape,
Photo, Painting, Art, Painting,
Work, Respiration, Wet Paint.
Japanese music and composite
colors influence the music
and music of other musical
instruments such as music.
For example, for use as other musical instruments,
cars, orchestrated text, for me to test or guess
the meaning of Gohi. Gulf Stream, Script Editor, Emperor,
Royalty,
Courage, Local and Eid worldwide Lashes, Billiards,
Hunt, Grass and Water, Ole! Thee Posted in: مشاركه
Editor: From: الزمان !!!!! Japan, Japan, Turkey
and Hong Kong have suffered great defeats.
Green, Blue, Italian, Greek, September, Sunday,
Heart, Life, Camel, Flame, Fantasy and Christian Life,
White and Open Games and Summer Games.
Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts Hearts
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
White extinction
As gentle as genocide allows
These words to mate
With your mind
Slipping through moist eyes
Organic soul
please pause rejection
It is possible to go extinct
Without taking humanity
Into a consensus
Started in 1790
Stripping ethnicities club
Hypodecent hypocrites
Impossible to be inclusive
Hell on earth
White flag surrender
Absence of color please reflect
Humans are color
All of them
Vengeance asks gently
One last time
To mate with your mind
A fairy tale of apocalypse
The world cannot sustain
Otherwise
Modified cruise ships
Enslaving extinct whiteness
Caucasus imagined
Rebuilding native Africa
Asian orders power
Central African bank
Gentle regenocide
Leading humanity
Away from extinction
Gentle genocide is not sacred
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC