"ganymede" poems
Duck Dynasty has been replaced
by the folks at “A” & “E”.
we’re “GLAAD” to hear they lost their spot
to Zeus and company.
It’s felt the morals of Zeus ‘clan
Reflect the zeitgeist better.
Zeus is fond of little boys,
Swans, and shapely heifers.
Hera, his wife, of all her kids,
loves Artemis the most.
Apollo and Athena
Leave no room for the “Holy ghost”
Dionysus will do well
while hawking wine and beer.
Though Polyphemus freaks me out
Fans say he is a dear.
So tune in for the Sausage fest
And watch the hunt for ******
The role of Ganymede has been cast-
He’s played by Justin Bieber.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
(Solitary Chamber. Heart breaking melodious music is flowing silently. Young Ren is looking pale, soliloquizing.)
Young Ren: Sweet Flance!
Can you hear me?
I do know you can never see me now;
But hear me --- my words at least!
Feel my heart that hangs on nothing;
Yet resting itself on my unrequited love.
Hear me! Do hear me!
Send thy spirit unto me awhile,
And hearken my silent words.
Dear Flance!
Thou must be now with thy partner
Breaking thy footprints with me once;
Yet ne'er am I angry with thee.
From him I should not take thee away;
Yet listen unto me awhile.
Dear Flance!
I loved thee not at the very first sight
Like Orlando and Rosalind ---
Orlando was a wrestler,
Rosalind was a fair lady.
Their love began at an arena in a contest ---
Rosalind in the guise of Ganymede,
Their love passed thro' rustic lands
Symbolizing the art of Nature,
Their love stirred the young hearts
With wonder and fancy.
Sweet Flance!
Romeo died of Juliet and Juliet of Romeo ---
Breaking endurance to chaos.
There was poison in their love.
Dear Flance!
Jealousy lingered in the fatal love
Betwixt Othello and Desdemona,
At night their love was born,
At night their love was dead
When blackened by the candle light.
Dear Flance!
Lysander loved Hermia
And sought fanciful beings
For their fanciful union.
Dear Flance!
Know you, Keats died of consumption?
His love for ***** Brown was limitless,
And so burst into tears.
Oh! No!
MY love for thee can never have comparisons.
Sweet Flance!
Blossomed my love for thee
When thou wert young,
When thou wert beautiful;
Yet it's not of Romeo's,
Of Othello's,
Of Lysander's,
Of Dante's,
Of Keats',
For they died of their love.
My love for thee be unrequited; yet ineffable.
You felt not my love; yet I cannot be Romeo.
Know you?
Romeo loved Juliet,
Juliet loved Romeo,
And so they died without love.
Loved I thy heart, not thee?
Love I thy heart, not thee?
And so,
We live in remembrance of each other.
Dear Flance!
Thou must be now living with thy partner
Rejoicing in his presence.
Can you think of me living myself.
Rejoicing in my thoughts of you?
Here am I in the air with wings waxed;
Yet I'll not fall down to fragments.
Know you?
I am to lead my life myself,
But with thoughts of you!
For
Loved I thee, still I love thee,
Ever I'll love thee.
(Young Ren sheds tears)
Sweet Flance!
My tears are not of my loneliness sans thee;
But born of bliss within me with thoughts of you.
(Curtain Falls)
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
could someone please tell me
of the moons intentions
and of their affair
with Jupiter's rings
when lo and behold
Io has a fire in her belly
snowy volcanic fields
burning ice in her spring
Europa stands by
displaying cold shoulders
with oceans below
life she does bring
brother Ganymede
pulls it together
dark are his regions
light his terrain
beaten and battered
Callisto the stepchild
unchanged in its matter
and the song that it sings
is this all true
of Jupiter's moons
and of their intentions
could someone tell me
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
He looked in all His wisdom from the throne
Down on that humble boy who kept the sheep,
And sent a dove; the dove returned alone:
Youth liked the music, but soon fell asleep.
But He had planned such future for the youth:
Surely, His duty now was to compel.
For later he would come to love the truth,
And own his gratitude. His eagle fell.
It did not work. His conversation bored
The boy who yawned and whistled and made faces,
And wriggled free from fatherly embraces;
But with the eagle he was always willing
To go where it suggested, and adored
And learnt from it so many ways of killing.
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I am Jupiter storms
Unabounded by time
Raging on
And eons
Can not hope to confine me
To unstable matter
And mass
Rearranging
My molecules morphing
To liquefied jewels
And my surface
A canvas
Of unrefined fuels
Like an abstract mosaic
Of swirling
Unfurling
Tempests of archaic
As constellations
And the ages I've waited
And slumbered and spun
Into memories
Faded
And taken the names of your gods
As my payment
Inflating my ego's
Mesmeric rotations
So quick to claim hearts
Of Europa's amidst
My seductive, enchanting
Illusory bliss
Venture into my centrifuge
Fumy abyss
I have pressed up my lips
Of a frigid, wet steel
And then sealed
With a kiss
What ‘nary
A planetary
Can resist
And as she revolves
Around me
And gives life
Io dances about me,
Callisto my wife
Ganymede my seed
And the rest of my progeny breed
Future needs
What the Earthlings will need
To make up for their greed
All will see
Look to me
In my enormity
As my reservoirs
Fill them
With infinity
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
*Andromeda Pulses Eager To Shine,
Black Sky Outlines Swirled Lemon Lime,
Comets Race With Tails Ablaze,
Dazzling Dancers Which Capture Our Gaze,
Earthenware Births From A Cosmic Soil,
Fiery It Thrives--To Our World It Is Loyal,
Ganymede Dances With Calypso In Flight,
Heavenly They Dance Through Days And Nights,
Illusions Reality In Wind They Sway,
Jasmine Fills The Breeze Of April And May,
Knapsacks Of Gold Lay In Coarse Sands,
Lavish T'were The Warm And Loving Lands,
Mercury Peers Around The Light In The Sky,
Never Will It Dare To Speak A Lie,
Orion Plays Among The Other Stars,
Prancing He Hunts In A Prairie Afar,
Quiet, Spirits Drift Along The Currents Of Time,
Radiant They Skip Gleaming Like A Dime,
Shrill Heartbeats Throttle The Ear,
Together Moons Lurk--Ever So Near,
United Blue Nebulas Sing In Pride,
Water Crystallied Trying To Hide,
Xenophobes Hide Underneath Worn Roads,
Yonder Throats Sing Untill Their Melodies Erode,
Zipped Were The Lips Of Change*
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
If we stop learning moon names at Callisto
and Ganymede, where are the other sixty-three
whoop, there goes gravity
If Themisto stubbed his toe, how could we
teach everyone else to cringe?
We are growing,
Elara, we are learning how to reach
higher with the hands we’ve got,
how to be tiny dots full of not-quite fire
in a world so much bigger than desire.
The best advice you gave me,
Elara, was when you silently tied back
your hair and rolled up your sleeves,
cleared your throat and decided
It’s not the fire after all, it’s the light.
And I might have burned out by now
if you hadn’t just rolled up your sleeves
like that, not flaming or fuming or
running or burning but steady,
ready for the rest of forever.
You are fire and water at once,
Elara. You take my hand and we walk
calmly upward, one step
for me and one for you makes two
for womankind.
Stepping over the black hole
of expectations and into the revelations
of well-lit night. You and me,
Elara, now we’re ready.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
It is so much fun making things.
Cutting construction paper,
and printing pictures from the computer,
and making solar system posters,
with colorful comets, and nebulas.
But without my good friend Elmers glue
I don't know what I would do.
Just a dot, and spread it around,
and you can stick Ganymede next to Jupiter,
and make all kinds of cool collages.
You can make little game pieces,
and play galaxy battles with grandpa,
but without Elmers glue
everything would fall apart,
and all the papers would seperate,
and nothing would work!
That's why I love Elmers glue.
Its like love,
because it fixes little broken plastic hearts,
and keeps beautiful pictures, and strong paper together,
so that you can make beautiful and strong things,
which is what love is.
So you can sort of say
that Elmers glue, kind of
is love.
Which is why I love it!
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
We never knew it
If you called
the phone was ringing
on a line that led nowhere
The pain didn't shake itself
to frothing fury
We merely spilled
an accidental ant
infestation
Could be ordered
by dripping maple syrup
out of pocket
Certificate On Demand
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Well they are also being trawled
Trolled, rolled, and hashed
Backwards into oblivion
Forwards we march to the void
With no uniform but the one
you made us pay for
With every ability but the one to accept
a bit of discipline
A lashing of the tongue
A rolling of the eyes
These we claim as ekstatic
empyrean
and lofty
Base and
belonging
We have never had much of a chance
or survived
Making time is the one operation that
computers are incapable of doing accurately
The slow movements of tektonik
A bit of spatial dejazz
Combines slyruping away at our self-gnawing
ganymede
Diana
sysysus
There are Bacchantic poems
Earth is playing slower
and heavier with us
Then then there them
We decided deicide was old
hats and new sweaters
path-dependencies
Llavanderias and futbol
gols for 2016
never score again
if winning tastes like the defeat
of all desire
than massage me back into a fashion
I need a sauna
and 3 bathing attendants
The stars need less light from us
and more humble pie
The pour poor por que por que no?
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Neon lights reflect again and again,
In the puddles and streams
As the rain pours heavy
In that unfinished city.
Great Jupiter blots out the sky;
So imminent, yet silent.
Ever watching the endless construction;
Of its infant moons
Ganymede is all but consumed
In towers and scaffolds,
Endless looping highways,
And defunct machinery.
In the eyes of Jupiter
Has it been but a moment,
But to the denizens of that place,
Their reign is endless.
Their ancient cities and facilities
Devour everything in their path
And in that slow process,
Have become a new entity all together.
One not entirely controllable.
A system and network of its own
That desires something beyond sight,
Something its creators lost long ago.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
A flurry of wings, fierce and fast,
A torrent of feathers, razor sharp
Two bronze talons, enormous and tight,
And I am gone. Gone
From the Dardanian shore of my father.
Did I not crave a throne like my brothers?
Why be born into a family of kings, only to toil
Away as a bearer of cups for others?
Their robes trail with ambrosia, and nectar
Fills my nostrils constantly.
I avoid their gaze, but find myself stealing
Glances as my mortal side crumbles.
True, he gave me a deathless life,
And chose me for his couch among all others.
Yet I have heard the tales: countless
Faceless women.
Swooping in under another’s form,
He leaves a child after taking what he seeks.
But what has he left me? A task and a fate.
I’ll feel no tender embrace of dying flesh,
No silk kiss from lips cracked with age,
Never will I be filled with anything less than a god.
There is something to be said for loving
In spite of death, not around it.
We shall remain here for eternity, neither
Progressing nor drawing back. My emotions
Stalled while my pleasure rages nightly.
What does it cost to love a mortal, you ask,
One running endlessly out of time?
I cannot say. But to be loved by a god, well,
The shadow never moves, neither from the marker
Nor from my heart.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Swimming with stars, a cosmic stream
Saturn’s no longer a distant dream
Titan in one hand, the other waving to Ganymede
Ideas are rushing and fluttering
Like dandelion seeds in the wind, they’re slippering
Melodic strings then crashing drums
A chaotic orchestra, now here they come...
Melting shadowy figures from the dead
Delusions from the collapsed parts of my head
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
I wasn't on earth, not anymore
I wend one's way to a tranquil ambience whilst transcending my divine self
to a higher Cosmic Celestial being
at the time of eternal halcyon...
the Lacuna,that's what they called it in this time (Space was highly praised)
Suddenly life was unending
I guess that's why they use
light years here
it's counter intuitive
A cosmic pilgrim,
in a buoyantly state..
I peregrinated my way to the place in space
I seeked to fill my existence or of it to fill its existence the aftermath resulted twins
My burning hanker being doused with every feeling of passing an atom, I began to feel more drawned to my destination
From a distance, a visual perception of my terminus appeared before me
Jupiter
The third realm to the
East of my origin with
the four daemons seated in
an aligned parallel order manifesting themselves before my eyes..
Ganymede the colossal daemon
The ancient of them all
Callisto the Cherry blossom
the most alluring, artistic and gratifying in sight of all daemons.
Io the Sun's sister
The last daemon, Europa
the soft Pearl
The sight juxtaposed one's eyes for God's
I never felt so alive before
this was the cream of the crop
of the peacefull atmosphere in space..
sending an aesthetic tsunami tide to my soul's core
I belonged
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
*water bearer to the gods
exiled to a galactic canopy
whose tender kisses graced
Zeus' chalice rim, brimming
with supplicatory libation
Hera's jealousy raged on
ending in genocide for Troy
Ganymede, the lone Trojan
bearing upon his shoulders
drink, to quench Mt Olympus*
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
It grew unabated
Every month it could shelter
Another few million souls
We tested in on Ganymede
Within less than a year
The colony was thriving
But it did not stop growing
In the subsequent years
It covered the surface of the moon
It grew and grew
Until it deemed its very denizens
A threat to its survival
Few escaped and those that didn't
Were forced to hide
In the recesses of that endless city
In time the city engulfed
Not only the surface
But the depths as well
It grew until nothing was left
But a living maze
Of metal and machinery
A place where none
Now dare venture
The planet city of Birulon
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Sweet youth, drinking wine
Amongst the gods
May you fly up to the stars
So your beauty can be forever immortalized
As one
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 7:07 PM UTC
Ripples give to swells
Amongst the cracks and splinters
There is the ghost of a liquid
Wanting to seize the jagged mass
And to woo him with watery magic
Bring me to my knees, sweet Jupiter
And coax this lonely Ganymede into your golden sunlight
Once again
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
*as challenging as
crowd control is
for a ganymede;
disconcerting as
hyperactive nymphs
traipsing to and fro
at sanity's gates--
be still and keep
your peace alive*
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
(A CHILDRE'S SHORT STORY)
CHARACTERS:
MALE ANIMALS
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RACOON HERMES
MOUNTAIN CAT LEONIDAS
A RAVEN POE
WHITE RABBIT GLUSKAP
HOUSE DOGS:
(A)GERMAN SHEPARD ODIN
(B)PIT BULL VILI
(C)ROTT WEILER VE
FEMALE ANIMALS:
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BROWN BEAR (CUB) KALI
BABY OPOSSUM ANDALUSIA
HAWK HATHOR
RABBIT GANYMEDE
HOUSE CATS: HILDA
PHYLLUS
NEIGHBORHOOD PARROTS PSITTACINE
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
My flagon of Ganymede, a frothy pontoon
Of ephemerals, flanking the dry-docked galleon
Of my youth. At once, prodigious and minute.
Like a fob on a club. Run aground and marooned.
Like a bald spot on stilts.
The Sea has resigned. And all Sirens departed…
Save a nameless nymph etching her song
Into the marrow of a length of bone -
Shaped like an orphaned
Hammer.
A scrimshaw calliope of petroglyphs
As garrulous as a Cauliflower
On a bed of velvet
As black
As an unborn
Sun.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC