"erebus" poems
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one
November zulu niner zero one
This is Vanda Station.
We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind.
If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station.
Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one
Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions.
November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station.
Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island.
For the next few hours
There was no word
worst feared not heard
The radio crackled through the night
In the un natural sound of SSB
All crew up drinking coffee and tea
with the midnight sun
Glued to the HF single sideband
November zulu niner zero one
November zulu niner zero one
This is
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November zulu niner zero one
This is
vanda station vanda station
five four zero zero
Relay relay mac centre mac centre
Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen
Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen
Relay relay mac centre
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All through the night
Over and over
Hour after hour
The same message
Until that fateful call
Feared by all
Mac centre mac centre
This is
navy three two one
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mac centre
navy three one niner
Longitude
One six sefen
Two sefen echo
Latitude
Sefen six
Two six sierra
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Mac centre mac centre
This is
Navy three two one
Correction Correction
I say again latitude
I say again Latitude
Sefen sefen
Two six sierra
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Mac centre
Navy three two one
Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors
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So it was then,
That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash
Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship
by not relying on one thing alone.
was repeated in similar fate
by a latitude error
in the crash site location message
from the search aircraft XD01-48321
that found a terrible sight
that the sun stayed up on late
on a truly awful night
when 257 souls met their fate.
©GARY LEWIS.2009
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Erebus disaster - November zulu niner zero one
November zulu niner zero one
This is Vanda Station.
We have clear weather with no cloud and little wind.
If you want to fly over the dry valleys we will flash you with our signal mirrors so you can pinpoint the station.
Vanda Station, this is NZ niner zero one
Roger, we are now just north of Cape Hallett and will call you again for directions.
November Zulu Niner zero one Vanda Station.
Roger It’s a right hand turn just after Beaufort Island.
For the next few hours
There was no word
worst feared not heard
The radio crackled through the night
In the un natural sound of SSB
All crew up drinking coffee and tea
with the midnight sun
Glued to the HF single sideband
November zulu niner zero one
November zulu niner zero one
This is
mac centre mac centre
howcopy
November zulu niner zero one
This is
vanda station vanda station
five four zero zero
Relay relay mac centre mac centre
Please contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen
Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen
Relay relay mac centre
Contact mac centre eight niner niner sefen howcopy
All through the night
Over and over
Hour after hour
The same message
Until that fateful call
Feared by all
Mac centre mac centre
This is
navy three two one
wreckage sighting wreckage sighting howcopy
mac centre
navy three one niner
Longitude
One six sefen
Two sefen echo
Latitude
Sefen six
Two six sierra
howcopy
Mac centre mac centre
This is
Navy three two one
Correction Correction
I say again latitude
I say again Latitude
Sefen sefen
Two six sierra
howcopy
Mac centre
Navy three two one
Ahh ahh mac centre There appear to be no survivors
Howcopy
So it was then,
That the on board data longitude error some would blame for the crash
Is something that happens often but is accommodated by good airmanship
by not relying on one thing alone.
was repeated in similar fate
by a latitude error
in the crash site location message
from the search aircraft XD01-48321
that found a terrible sight
that the sun stayed up on late
on a truly awful night
when 257 souls met their fate.
©GARY LEWIS.2009
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
The stars shine down,
It brings us light,
Light comes down,
To make us paths,
It watches us
And mourns for us
The stars shine down,
To give us night,
Night calls out;
The darkest winds
A fearful thrill
In darkness still
The stars shine down
And cries for all
With sailing wind,
They float amidst
The stars of nights
Bring lights forth
The stars shine forth
To rid Erebus dark
Stars of ephemeral;
Unwinding nights gold
The stars shine down
And give us calm.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Asmodeus is left to breathe nothing but sand
Belial is trickery and is partial to Man
Charon is only influenced by what is paid
Dagon will bake whatever can be made
Erebus guards his own darkness under his own tree
Furfur his army is more legendary as a legion to see
Geryon his sentry at the gates ensures leaving is not right
Hetu-Ahin even whole at Dawn you are not safe at Twilight
Itzcoliuhqui is the ******* of all that is cold
Jezebeth is articulated as all falsehoods that are told
Kasdeya wallowing 5th in line to never be king
Lilith who Adam thought would make him sing
Mephistopheles not the true leader just a fawning servant
Nyx Incestuously in love with her brother Erebus
Orthon can take on any or other form
Philotanus will assist when the fortress is to be stormed
Qanel is alone in a canal of strife
Raum his command means Furfur is under the knife
Seth Rules the Egyptian underworld with an iron fist
Tando Ashanti Takes seven on seven and will never miss
Uphir will ensure that all Demons stay well
Vetis will make sure all that Holy comes to Hell
Wele Gumali is as black as the darkest sin
Xaphan makes sure that all are comfy and warm within
Yama has dogs to take care of all the junk
Zagam is just a drunk
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 5:48 AM UTC
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffer no savor of the earth to scape.
Let its grapes the morn salute
From a nocturnal root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns the woe of Night,
By its own craft, to a more rich delight.
We buy ashes for bread;
We buy diluted wine;
Give me of the true,
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled
Among the silver hills of heaven
Draw everlasting dew;
Wine of wine,
Blood of the world,
Form of forms, and mold of statures,
That I intoxicated,
And by the draught assimilated,
May float at pleasure through all natures;
The bird-language rightly spell,
And that which roses say so well.
Wine that is shed
Like the torrents of the sun
Up the horizon walls,
Or like the Atlantic streams, which run
When the South Sea calls.
Water and bread,
Food which needs no transmuting,
Rainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting,
Wine which is already man,
Food which teach and reason can.
Wine which Music is,
Music and wine are one,
That I, drinking this,
Shall hear far Chaos talk with me;
Kings unborn shall walk with me;
And the poor grass shall plot and plan
What it will do when it is man.
Quickened so, will I unlock
Every crypt of every rock.
I thank the joyful juice
For all I know;
Winds of remembering
Of the ancient being blow,
And seeming-solid walls of use
Open and flow.
Pour, Bacchus! the remembering wine;
Retrieve the loss of men and mine!
Vine for vine be antidote,
And the grape requite the lote!
Haste to cure the old despair,
Reason in Nature's lotus drenched,
The memory of ages quenched;
Give them again to shine;
A dazzling memory revive;
Refresh the faded tints,
Recut the aged prints,
And write my old adventures with the pen
Which on the first day drew,
Upon the tablets blue,
The dancing Pleiads and eternal men.
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I want a lover like the evening sun
half shadow half light
wanderer of dappled paths between leaves,
sojourner seeking the reflection
of life in darkened eyes.
He will taste like Pheobus
bright, amber honey tongued,
the golden glow spilling into the deep corners
light has yet to reach within me.
But his arms will fold like Erebus,
the comforting dark
of purple shadows behind lids falling for sleep
the peaceful night, quiet, cloaked
in the solemn strength of dying stars
and the last whisper of northern lights.
Remind me what it is to know
the depth of dark
without leaving the warmth of light.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
******* at tickling the ivories,
at inducing the jet buttons
to chortle, say, in a concerto ;
but I do strum and flirt
with those amazing royal,
88 unrepentant loyal
keys for Jupiter and Saturn,
for Mars and Neptune,
making a blank bland tune
for extraterrestrial beings for fun.
On the cosmic moors
the moon's whirling feet
cease for my discordance.
What a slurred entrance
by F in D major!
Only a novice--an amateur.
I'm no magnificent pianist,
O majestic Mercury.
Summon the stars the search
to lead for a supreme virtuoso,
one of no incongruent ingenuity
like this dilettante--a pseudo
music polymath, counsels Thebe.
A Mozart, Beethoven, or Bach?
Any of the greats scored above, as well
as geniuses like David and Handel.
Impressario fly! Flee thou away
and go get a classic maven.
Otherwise sleep there forever at Erebus,
never dream of waking up in Eden.
Circuitous world stops: strings break off
at the Earth's axis--
the Sun's panels pause
and darkness' movement begins
its own obscure notes to improvise:
apace demented melody
is released,-- bathos of symphony:
tinny wine of concord
settles on the lees of discord.
Asteroids hooting some ***** calls
when into the grand chrysolite chamber--
in her tailor-made blistering gown--
strolls in the coruscating Venus
in the sturdy arm of jaundiced Uranus,
garbed in his glistening stomacher.
Like a ball, all eyes are bouncing
hither and thither, up and down,
googling and ogling,
once more at them leering,
gaping at the irreplaceable paintings of
da Vinci, Picasso, and Van Gogh
cavorting upon the weightless walls
to the romantic performance of Strauss
in the palace orchestral of Bacchus.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
*we are not the
nicholas sparks novel
read wrapped in comfort
of store-bought quilts
on rainy days
or an ed sheeran song
in long-haul flights
flying us
into one another's
longing embrace
once in
a blue moon
how long will
the movie screens
and best-selling novels
continue to
romanticise a
love like
ours
all of its
torturous;
troubling;
tragic glory
even with dreams
of your laugh
and the most short-lived
imageries of your crescent eyes
the sheets on your side
of the bed remain
perfectly
uncreased
i cannot stop
my heavy lids
and tired bones
from gravitating into
both Arcadia
and Erebus:
another
sweet,
wicked
dream
of
you.*
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
I
Fanciful and then the first notice of
suspended mouth corners,
fleeing gravity with invisible strings,
sloppily synchronize in giggles.
II
A glance at the shore horizon,
widening into chasm,
Erebus leaking
ominously—
oh but the raft
is far too small!
oh and flimsy!
surely the shadows
will ravage
the branches
and pull this
neurotically
euphoric contraption
below.
III
glazed malfunction
blurred and hazed
for lack of clarity
billowing surges
mold as magnets inandout
and in andoutandinandout again
fades in before
melting again to
disjointed gestures
in a multicolored backdrop
IV
Skeletal architectures
return from a hysterical
awareness of ****** intricacy—
And discussion is,
of course,
forever precluded
for fear of relapse
and embarrassment.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 1:55 PM UTC
Low hangs the helmet of Erebus
Pillars of time and space.
Alone
floating in blackness
Burning star is melting *** for dreaming.
He can hear the wishes of the mortals
Greedy, lustful urchins.
Something moves past naked eye
swarm of fire cuts through the empty.
All goes still.
They are not alone.
Something is howling in this soundless void.
Something is crawling through the cosmos.
He is frozen with fear.
The screams move closer, as he see's a visage.
The face of God? Or the face of Death?
It swallows him whole.
Back to the womb from whence you came.
The first spark of light as you reach back towards life.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 4:51 PM UTC
"Lost in time, and lost in space, and meaning."
In the deepest damp trenches,
frigid air freezing jaded breath,
in clouds of caricature.
Where the lines blur
between mind palaces
and the lonely depths of outer space.
Where the wolf longs for forbidden paramour--
the moon.
Dented and worn,
battered, weak force,
caressing sweet dewdrops
that sear fevered flesh.
In these pits
Chronos sleeps,
light bends and refracts.
Whispers dance on bleeding tongues--
What is life to the leaves and grass?
Have the birds no concept
of solitude of the mind?
Not even Helios at his sharpest
could blanket the edges and hone warming craft,
to slip behind barred doors.
How frail one must be,
to seek the hollows of the earth--
to bow down to Erebus, to kiss his feet.
Lost in meaning,
and fumbling clarity.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
I move adrift,
Surrounded by Erebus,
Living as one.
Subdued and silent, as Nyx cradles me,
Slowly I breathe in their aether;
I am home till Hemera takes me.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
That man shall be as dark as Erebus,
whose ***** ne'er growled to return,
'That was my land, my dear native it was'
the one: ne'er hath this said, ne'er hath this sung
Such a man, through angel's marks,
would go down and deeper at the eventual phase;
Regardless of what he receives o'er there;
A tainted metal and deservedly disgrace
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
He'll hath high titles and seamless wealth,
selfish wishes shall ask;
Despite those medals, rewards and honours he will trip,
faltering and facing the blast
Thou don't be the one,
work for thy fair mother's renown,
incessant be,
or doubly die, with a fading pronoun
To the vile dust from whence thee sprung,
Unnamed, unhonour'd and unsung
You'll receive what you doth give,
To your mother, nature and kin
Be patriotic,
Patriotic be
Everyone,
You and me.
Heigh ** Shout thou.!
For thy land's song, for thy land's fair renown.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
A vacuum inside the chest,
I feel everything ****** into it,
Depression, that's what they call it,
I'm not sure this is what it is,
I'll visit a shrink,
Maybe that'll help,
Maybe there will be a label to this,
Because that's all anyone seems to look for,
I've never cared for labels,
So it's fine if shrinky can't figure one,
But something to fill up the void,
Just something,
To feed the vacuum,
Will help
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
The Dybbuk speaks,
He paints himself in red,
His anger flows as styx does,
Long and never ending.
Raging within, he screams in agony.
Lost in darkness.
Did you pray to him, the day he died?
Did you try to save him, the night he gave in?
His candle blown out by the winds.
Into Erebus he walks, and in it he will remain,
until he finds a host he can obtain.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I miss the solace of your blue and citrine eyes
the anxious twist of the zephyrs in my core
Stilled near you,
Standing in cool shadows beneath an oak—
The heart tree your parents
Planted when you were born
still mewling as white coats pricked your tiny feet
The hunger they induced that never quite left you.
Still, under your branches
I was safe.
I remember the night
Lachesis plucked a few more inches
From her spool
And you wrapped them around your finger
Driven by ****** of dread
Drew me into your arms, clinging to the spaces between my hips and ribs
Whispering into the curve of my neck
that if you released me into starlight
Erebus would ****** me away from you.
And I had not doubted that you loved me
But feeling your caged panic
I learned the wings of your heart were strong enough to bend mine.
In the dark I am more skittish now
Untangling our threads
I unraveled the Moirai’s veil.
Alone,
I am under the crimson eye of too many men
Now that I am not
The apple of yours.
The Graeae glance down from their mountain
Holding their eye above an abyss
Words I always wanted said are
poisoned by unwanted lips.
The restless zephyr in my stomach stirs
Searching the nearest escape route.
And the softer tint of the world
has turned hard again.
But you are still the nearest sanctuary
And maybe it is selfish
To think of you so
But I hope I am still the same
For you.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
The Fresh blood still warm on my hands
My mind is swimming in a sweltering sea of sordid sensations
I find myself (or shall I say I search?)
[I] search for this self [I] naively presuppose amidst quite a convoluted calamity
This assuefaction will not do!
I must **** myself, and start anew!
I must violently press forward!
I will hurl myself into the chaotic clasps of Erebus to avoid this cold, dead sediment
This cold, dead past.
Your cold, dead eyes
Your tantalizingly tepid tone
***** you wish to take me from myself
You would strip me of my subjectivity
You would **** me, but I'm not for you
I must **** myself and start anew
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Erebus slept with Night
Giving birth to the heavenly light named Ether
Then Love came from the unknown
Gaea came last
but the end came
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
Imaginative Boreas with water brush , highlights each and every color known to us .. Brilliant cool breeze , bringing canvas to life , singing in the wind , releasing the leaves .. Dusk , child of Seleane , antithesis to sunbeam , shadowing view .. Changing of mood , light upon field , juxtaposed with black forest , nerve-racking , ominous .. Ra awakened by Erebus , God of night , to summon the Earth of impending first light !!
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
I saw the stars
You saw the moon
the light was in between
but the darkness was too deep
so you became darkness
and left me heartless
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
Left lost after love's deep virulence,
Leaving me in deep need of a metaphysical therapist.
Her heart harder than the blindness of erebus,
But the relationship was based off of panic trusts,
So forever until never it was, a manic driven worldless wonderlust.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Dear wide, comforting
McMurdo Sound.
The beautiful nowhere.
Perennial comforts high above.
Here is cold Ross Dependency.
Here is Erebus.
Surface landmarks:
hawk moth mirage
--malevolent trick
of the polar light.
Orphans of the sky.
First impressions in the snow.
Mountain tomb, angels sing.
Coffins full of ice.
They say the smell of kerosene
never leaves you,
and that on a clear day you can
still see the debris.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 9:09 AM UTC