"godesses" poems
'tis a sad sad
tale of woe
of which I sing
of gods and godesses
and their lessening
how forlorn
the goddess Ceres
once loved by all
and wooed by many
when unprovoked
and unforeseen
a war was wrought
'gainst fair queen
caught unawares
her throne assailed
her forces scattered
'twas all unfair
cast down she was
from lofty throne
no longer crowned
no more beloved
pierced thru
with many thorns
belittled
and besmirched
her reputation
and now her station
lost far beyond
re-incarnation
silently
she slips away
lost
and near forgotten
wounded
and rarely seen
her sullen thoughts
of malice reign
shamed and bleeding
plotting her revenge
till time and chance
provide the proper
circumstance
then all the thorns
that pierced her thru
she shook as many blades
and hurled
those bitter barbs as one
'gainst Hades' mighty gates
shaken he
from his dark slumber
his rallied forces
armed in numbers
their banners raised
on solar breezes
as trumpets blare
thru breathless reaches
voices shout
in protestation
slide rules locked
in astrometric
calculations
oh see how Ceres
scorned and mocked
has wrought
her rotting vengeance
on Pluto's frozen rocks
"Oh woe to thee
my Persephone
flee thee now
to thy father's house
for thy husband's hearth
hath been broken
and Hades' home
now just a token
My lofty edifice
a shattered wrack
an' all that's left
'tis a humble
wretched shack"
Pic Poem
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
"No more romance" she said
A seductive brunette trying to hide her age
And get what she wants
Come as a guest
Leave as a paramour
It's not my fault
No, no, no way. Look at her
She have already ransomed her fault
Notorious and lonely at the same time
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
Freedom is my inspiration
I want to be free
I want to recover my inspiration
No more one-night stands just creation
Lying to myself
Maybe I should change my name to Ophelia
It sounds so enchantingly
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain
With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
I believe in godesses, yeah I do
Oh my God, you are real
I see you every time I get lonely
You are everywhere
Past don't want to let me free
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I acknowledge my Master equally with my Mistress?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I adore him for his naked beauty?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I licked his shaved ***** enthusiastically?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I licked the full length of the shaft of his stiff ****
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I took the uncovered head of his stiff **** in my mouth,
my tongue seeking out that ***** under the head of his stiff ****
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I knealt in naked submission to by Master and begged and pleaded with him to whip me?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I ****** the full length of the shaft of his stiff and beautiful uncut ****
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I stood naked and submissive gladly saying "thank you Master" after each stroke of the whip on my willing, nay, enthusiastic body?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I rode the full length of the shaft of his stiff **** thrusting in and out of my arse--balls pushing against my buttocks with each stroke?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
So I gasped and shuddered to feel him empty his *** filled ***** into my body?.
So what?.
It is what is so.
We three live in joint permanent ******
Sadomasochistic *** takes us into the ****** space that the "religious"minded and the political minded cannot enter--ever.
We three share the space that is otherwise called by the ignorant and sexually repressed priests and followers of Buddism/Hindooism/.
Vedism/ ------buddafield/enlightenment/gnosis!!.
*** takes us into the space of ****** denied to the followers of "gods" and "goddesses"--as gods and godesses cannot have *** ever.
We three share the space that the ignorant and sexually repressed priests of Christianity/Islam/Judaism have no word for except words of hate and envy and jealousy and ignorant condemnation
*** takes us into that space where we share reality with CREATION itself.
Beyond any "god".
Beyond any "goddess".
Beyond any human conceived boundaries of Time and Existence.
So what?.
It is what is so.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud
as the moisture above us incites rampage
droppin' bombs from celestial once neutral clouds.
the gods stamp their feet while the godesses pout;
eternal beings acting young for their age.
I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud.
With tents full of water and glasses full of stout,
my overdue almanac cries out to the mage
droppin' bombs from celestial once neutral clouds.
the drizzle it dropped but the encore soaked the crowd
the mud grew new flowers as hands mopped the stage.
I've never heard a downpour cheer so loud.
Drenched to the bone and wanderin' about
our level of wetness cannot be guaged,
droppin bombs from celestial once neutral clouds.
No refuge for masses sprawled under the spout;
bad acid, good music, free love makes us stay.
I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud
droppin' bombs from the celestial once neutral clouds.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
the myths of birth and rebirth
are as old as humankind
scratched onto cave walls,
tablets of stone or clay,
scrolls of papyrus or parchment,
for hundreds of years on paper,
and nowadays typed onto backlit screens
that are recycled faster
than old hieroglyphs were understood
in our time
when refugees are tens of millions
on our globe
let us remember that these myths
have celebrated for millenia
not battles, war, or death
but the survival of the human race
the joy we feel when new life has arrived
often against all odds
the hope that emanates from godesses
or mother saints of yore
who symbolize fertility,
have brought forth saviors and new tribes
these are what has propelled us to our current state
and we do well to not forget that our fate
does not depend on people slain
but on how we can save the joy of life
and celebrate all humankind again
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
Ink boiling, pure thought toiling
Vibrational frequency high taking us to the place of all knowing
Would shadows and dust leave us pale when we do not trust the rhythms lush?
Best we trust this echo speaking volumes of rough diamonds and crystals
Poet's Society, a kingdom of advanced beings, trusted messengers of Light beings
Spreading the truth to the world beyond what the eye sees
Arousing godesses, yes deities, over eighteen
Caressing the vapour of waterfalls
shaking the tips of mountain peaks
massaging the waves of lakes and leaves -
all in thought.
Poet's Society, a pilgrimage of enlightening
Recepients of complex thought forms from sacred future stations
The poets, stars, prisms and mediums - the tether between the seed of Creation and young races elevating
Evolving, their hunger deep, their sense (dull) of belonging
Voyagers they are taking you to the moon, the sun, stars - galaxies high above
The Keepers of Ancient Timeless Wisdom
The Monks who are always on song in a world out of tune
Omniscient beings seeing the seed and creed of all being
Searching for the fruits of life in gardens where the darkness has taken over
The time-travellers, the creators, the aid of knowledge seekers
The poets who live in Poet's Society
In Temples of sacred Wisdom
in multiple bodies carrying out missions
The poet's eye is the vision, the picture of television; division
Feel it within intuition for it is a call to the see Light for which many are wishing... And it is poets who are on the mission.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
The moonlight;
It makes me think of sweet and romantic moments
With someone I yearned for so long.
A second later I feel the rush beginning inside of me,
Starting inside my gut
And I can't fight it nor hold it back.
The stars;
They're like the girls I've dreamed of.
You can see them but they seem to be distant;
So far away and untouchable
Like the Godesses from up above.
But still I keep a smile upon my face,
Knowing that they are still there;
Within my sight.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Staying up on nights that dont matter.
Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks
She breathes like an old flame.
Sings like the greatest of godesses.
I knew her then..
She had some temple to watch over,
be it in herself
or her lovers after me.
The road pulled her feet
not the other way around.
My one wish was that you’d someday
want me.
While I keep my soul somewhat untethered
and blowing in the wind..
I keep it on a first name basis
with you only.
But the reality is
is that
you get to become a movie
a poster encased in bright lights
- An overpaid actor who doesn’t
understand
the dialogue quite right.
You get to become
my favorite movie..
The one I never watch
again.
The one I memorize every
stupid
line
Just to make sure I
fall asleep before I feel
a thing.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
Chaos,
grandness around us, within us
our pasts and our fates,
the heads and the tails you bring us,
nothingness,
mistress, our all that is free and forbidden
forgiven, forsaken, forseen and forsworn;
Our endlessness,
countless infinities that you defy
our unbreaking circle of charities your grace is defined by;
our mother, our barrens of space who is bearing existence;
our eminence,
baroness, dancing the torments of pregnance
our sorceress, chanting the songs of emergence;
our senses and souls,
your spawn, your kin, your death and your sins
our servant, your serfs
kneeled down and bowed over
your lust that is shameless, yearned for and proud,
raised up and all that is tall afly
your will that is mindful, yearning, forgiving;
our Godesses, our locks and our keys,
around us, within us, the now and the here,
listening through the ears of machine elves
our absolution from words uncertain;
speaking through colours of clockwork glyphs
our faith to bring magic into our lives;
teaching through picture puzzle pattern cellar doorways
our choice to approach whenever we wish.
You are awareness. We are mindful.
You are presence. We are eternal.
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
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Her sweet ***** dreams
Lay shattered in the lunch court
By the water fountain
//
I just wanted you to love me
She said
I did
He said
I meant ... Forever
She said
Well
That's something else entirely
He said
)(
How can your love be forever
When you don't know
What FOREVER means ,,,, (?)
)(
Climbing mountains
You don't see the ocean
Till you reach the top
)(
I LOVE TO LIE NAKED WITH YOU IN THE MORNING
AND SOME DAY I'D LIKE
TO KNOW YOUR NAME
EVEN IF BY THEN YOU ARE GONE
"""
the rain
Pouring off her body
The sacred waterfall
The elfin haven
In the woods
//
Hey hey
Sweet ***** babe
There'd be no wars
If you'd start singing
••
In Chinatown I saw you
Painting images that finally
Showed up in art galleries
In Greenwich village
""
We wait for gods and Godesses to appear
In high mountains
And here they are !
""
Bathing in the cool stream
In the morning
Remembering the water fountain
In the high school lunch court
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Chickens
Pigs
Goats
Geese
Many trees
Beautuful orchids and flowers
Incredible tropical fruit
Asian and Hawaiian cuisine
Local delicacies
Pele is sacred deity
Pele-honua mea
Pele of the sacred land
Ka wahine’ beyond compare
She can be gentle and loving
She has a wicked side as well
Many other gods and godesses
Legends and mystery
Sacred homage
Stunning blue oceans and white waves
Volcanic landscapes and black sand beaches
Lovely green sea turtles(Honu)
Big Island laid back lifestyle
Hilo has many days of rain
Listen to the quiet and natural sounds of Kona
Seems unreal in the United States
She is very real and stunning
Wahiaka o ka maluha a me ka Maluku
Place of peace and tranquility
Always remember Kona
The youngest Island
The Big Island
Aloha
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
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We are we are we
We see we are we
We are we are we
Oh ..... h
Oh
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Dance see faces are
Seen in the bold midnight
We see we are seen
By everyone
In the bold midnight
Oh
•
Oh .....h
Oh ......h
Oh .......h
•
We are we are we
We see we are we
We see we are seen
Dance in the bold midnight
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Warriors and maidens we
Gods and godesses risin in the
Mist of the midnight fire
Spirits and other magic things
We are we are we
We see we are we
We are we are we
Oh .....h
Oh......h
Oh
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
athwart is the resolve of combatants...
I Am and Am not.
untold purification rests at both sides.
unresponsive leverages grow
the Circle.
were it not for the staying power of me--
these brackets of vision would
not quake as they are set.
at half staff, neither country nor body...
invoking athwart.
consanguinity that is the meaning
of poetry's verbose transfusion.
heir, heiress, universe--a haunting
inheritance Whole.
I Am a sprightly idiot found out amid
the galactic cauldron.
hellbent gods and goddesses plucking
stars from my hair.
doctoring my itch.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC