"helios" poems
Aura,
My lips are pressed against your ear.
Listen carefully; do not forget.
Deliver my message swiftly.
Dryads,
Sway gently, laugh gaily.
Fill the sky with red and green.
Bloom with my unspoken emotions.
Selene,
Beautiful with all the imperfections.
Darkness falls and you listen.
Know my dreams and pains.
Chiron,
Shin bright up high and counsel.
Helios,
Explode in magnificence; weave a golden cloak.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
XXXI. TO HELIOS (20 lines)
(ll. 1-16) (34) And now, O Muse Calliope, daughter of Zeus, begin
to sing of glowing Helios whom mild-eyed Euryphaessa, the far-
shining one, bare to the Son of Earth and starry Heaven. For
Hyperion wedded glorious Euryphaessa, his own sister, who bare
him lovely children, rosy-armed Eos and rich-tressed Selene and
tireless Helios who is like the deathless gods. As he rides in
his chariot, he shines upon men and deathless gods, and
piercingly he gazes with his eyes from his golden helmet. Bright
rays beam dazzlingly from him, and his bright locks streaming
form the temples of his head gracefully enclose his far-seen
face: a rich, fine-spun garment glows upon his body and flutters
in the wind: and stallions carry him. Then, when he has stayed
his golden-yoked chariot and horses, he rests there upon the
highest point of heaven, until he marvellously drives them down
again through heaven to Ocean.
(ll. 17-19) Hail to you, lord! Freely bestow on me substance
that cheers the heart. And now that I have begun with you, I
will celebrate the race of mortal men half-divine whose deeds the
Muses have showed to mankind.
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Arrive in a neighborhood not mine.
Phoenix sun splits the mailboxes,
Cracked cement, bald lawns, deflated kiddie pools,
sippy cups gone brittle in the sun.
A toddler screams
until a sibling gathers him inside.
Helios whips his chariot down the street,
steals my parking space.
White Shell Woman hushes the child
with a wind of cool dust.
I buy
donuts, Cheetos, pickles-
eat them in the car.
Gas station sink, hair and grit.
I scrub off orange powder.
Kokopelli swings from the paper towel rack,
flicking drops of water onto my face,
flirting, laughing at my small hungers.
Cemetery, sitting on the hood.
Graves hum in the heat.
Yours more-so.
Hecate steps from the shadow of a mesquite,
offers me three paths,
none of them home.
Coyote pads along the stone wall,
head cocked, grin sharp,
watching my pulse quicken.
White Shell Woman whispers:
_Run._
The blood in me stirs-
knife-bright, restless.
I step off the hood,
already fleeing toward
any other life.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Come get up!
Take out your winter wary wool.
Hark! the charming chimes of churns
Rolling red rays reaching
to raise your rugs!
See! Makara Sankranthi has come!
Jump out.
Just embrace the warm welcome sandal pasted red rays
The Indian ways,
receive the joys
gay to say a Hi!
The sun Himself has got up early!
To flag off this Bhogi, Maggie
Suggi,
mithila, uttarayana,
Engall (our)
Thai pongal!
Let's basket dance with our neighbors
Ohm shanthrimantra chanting welcome Shri Makara Rashi
Wish you all Happiness
Om Suryaye namaha!
Om Mitraya namaha!
On Bhaskarsya namaha!
Om Adityaya namaha!
Oh Helios,(source of energy), Not me!
Oh Apollo... Not me!
Om Shanthi! peace! peace
To all...
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
I drown
and glimpse Poseidon's kingdom
I fall
and I am lifted by the winds of Anemoi
My heart looks into
medusa eyes
And I run freely about the lair of Eris
I clutch the moon
in the wake of Hecate
as the war is waged against
Selene's solar bounty
Lethe guides my hand into ignorance
Ponos holds my head high
in the face of my deepest fear
Theia bares Eos to me
and I offer the reddest rose
for she is the light
that lets Helios reign
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
here is something that
mother told me
about god complexes:
“everyone believes themselves
to be gods among men:
even that hideous monster from your
half-remembered Hellenistic dreams
will retreat back to
his craggy hideaway and continue
with his hedonistic ways.
the poor creature:
he will don a halo,
iconize himself in caricatures
pretending that if for a moment
his veins flow ichorous that
Icarus may have envied when his wings
beat in tandem with the footfalls of
the sun chariots’ horses.
“the sun shines upon
hallowed ground, though Polyphemus
will avoid Helios’s scornful gaze.
he herds sheep––his only acolytes––
an unabashed king in his realm,
like a god plays war, or as a child
would play house,
humming hallelujah,
veins running gold-blooded.
when moon rises,
he will hang his weary
shadow at his door and retreat
to his fire-pit. perhaps this will be
the closest he will be to the gods,
basking in the heat of Hestia’s
humble hearth.
“in the end,” mother said,
“Nobody will end up deified.
Icarus may have rained down wax and
feathers in godlike fury
before tilting his head to Helios once more;
Polyphemus waded into the sea,
eyes clouded in godlike fury
before resigning himself to fate, head bowed.”
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
1
You will not find a more willing participant
To join you on this serendipitous adventure of luck.
We will merrily hijack the trippy ride of Helios
And daringly traverse the long way around the sun.
We will sleep together in the heart of the meadow
Where sun-dappled leaves and rabbits frolic in jolly romps.
We will swim in salmon-filled rivers and go upstream
Where many-coloured coins glint upon the surface.
We will not curb our enthusiasm to conceal the truth
Fixing Nyx, we share unbridled passion upon the moon.
We will cradle each other's fears within parched lunar craters
While the world waxes on the rim of existence, our love will not wane.
Let us be more than willing to unshackle the mind
To explore lost messages in a bottle on the high seas.
2.
Yet I'm willing to journey through the darkness even
With eyes closed
In an attempt to reach you
To find you.
I am so willing to play the fool advocating love
Than to be over cautious and lose out big time.
So, I am willing you ....to let drop the scales
'Twud be astounding to have a willing....you
Willing us to deflect this way untimely contretemps
And placing us this day upon an unbroken tide beyond.....
S T, 8 May 2013
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
O' Helios'
Back arched in regal Blue,
bows into pillar puffed petrichor
Amethyst warred in the underbelly,
verdant memories of waning night
swore legendary red,
o're musk of organdy
blushed brightly pink
an awakening sky.
Daffodils and dandelions
lean into the chariots wind...
sans the sounds of summer's sweet,
eulogies weep over Endymion's eyes.
Cardinal night, closes his door
morning will sing a yawn
in symphony...
and into
the grey goose dawn,
fifty more daughters
are born.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
At Summer Solstice, the Sun is far
distant from the celestial equator
and that day is the longest of the year.
From Khufu’s Great Pyramid at Giza
the scarlet Phoenix with the golden crest
swoops silent and low across the Delta.
Only half a millennium of life
before it passes to the flames of fire
and is reborn again from charred ashes.
This yang bird, fiery and blood cardinal
a solar flare blazing incandescent
pumps joy from the igneous heart of earth
erupts red hot energy volcanic
exciting and swirling the power of Qi.
Sun’s light and heat brings universal life,
and worshipped as Samash, Mithras and Ra,
Aztec God Tezcatlipoca,
Greek Helios, Phoebus and Apollo.
Now comes the agile Phoenix, sunset-stained
Broad-winged and gliding in the cloudless skies
Certain source of abundance and plenty
Plump-rich each berry, mango, peach, pear, plum.
Squeeze juicy sweet and succulent to taste
Summer full blown, mature and glorious.
© M.L.Emmett
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Barking along the seething sea
Tethys sparkling
Sans Pellagrino
Bubbled up with volcanic
Albido
And it exposed the cragged shores
Of a incessantly compiling
Or
Completely snuffed
Mountain
Bored and drilled by time
Sharper than a dying dimond
Cooked and left to rest
A Dinar plate
To which an all you can eat
Buffet
Played out pleasently
From antiquity
To present
A gift to an aging child
To be which pure joy can behold.
Today it is home of the Croats
The ancient Frontier of a meiotic Rome
And over small-grain time
Made coats
Of arms and animal manes
To give a name
To the nameless
To give a place
To the missed
That old Tethys barks like a fish
Beyond the Odoacerean boot, Scylla and Charybdis
Where the whales float
And great souls
Stolen deep within
wishing to find god
Fumbling in the dark
Searching for Alexandria
The flame of life
Become great stories to be told
And nothing more.
Odysseus
Hug the shore
Follow the land of the mysterious Croats
Do not venture beyond the threshold
Or you will be consumed by time
And lost to her Circedean jealous pines
Do not anger the constant love of
Helios
No,
These Croats have never croaked
They know not of amphibiotes
And the sharpened clades of life
Made and tailored bespoke
Sowed
In the fractals
Of the quiet word of
Eloah.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
****** tension.
Luna wants to be on top,
Helios gives in.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
his golden chariot climbs high
pulled by four fiery steeds
his corona ablaze
shining and radiant
bringing light and warmth
to a mundane world
rising in the east
setting in the west
from horizon to horizon
for eternity
his only respite
was resting inside a golden cup
catching the red eye back east
via Oceanus
to start the day again
a solemn, solitary figure
dedicated to daily duty
Zephyr felt pity for him
she whispered a sweet perfume
that struck him like Eros’ arrow
his eyes followed his nose
he spied a maiden so fair
frolicking amidst flora and fauna
a wreath of yarrow crowning her hair
Helios had never taken notice
of mortals before
but found her beguiling
an innocent, unassuming hottie
so unlike the haughty goddesses
he left his chariot
to pursue her visage
the earth plunged into cold darkness
as mighty Atlas moved his shoulders
trying to see what was the matter
the earth quaked
humans shrieked in fear
“The gods have forsaken us!”
Zeus heard the commotion
and looked down from Olympus
he found Helios gazing upon his lady
entranced as if by Sirens’ call
unaware of the darkness
entrenching earth
enraged, Zeus hurled a lightning bolt
temporarily blinding Helios
shaking him from his stupor
Helios blushed with shame
for his dereliction of duty
creating the first red sunset
as he climbed back into his chariot
in a pre-emptive strike
a preventive measure
Zeus erased Helios’ memory
and first froze the girl in a block of ice
but took pity on her
and transformed her into a cloud
to the delight of humans
Helios resumed his duties
oblivious to the eclipse of his memory
but somehow feeling strangely at loss
to this day
every now and then
on the rarest of occasions
he would glimpse a peculiar icy cloud
dancing before him
uncertain as to why he would notice
one cloud from so many
he would just smile brightly
and carry on
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
a yellow rose winds to the skies,
blossoming, letting soft petals fall to
the cidery earth, blushing in
the caverns of the sweet-flowering day,
inspired like the greek
sun-god helios but
drawn out of rhododendron
and apple, drawn out of love.
a thousand years of summer,
the wolf, the thin mouth of sky,
a diamond bumble bee, the
gifts of a stolen sun,
shaken out like a rattle snake,
the broken angles of death,
the lost side of each word,
with all its intentions and promises -
fallen to the floor, like an apple,
or a blind mole loving
the soil, the dry earth,
the faded parchment sun,
or a rock of ice, in a tangy glass,
where the summer sun
grows roots and shoots,
shadow domes and leafy golden skies.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
The power lines provide
Elucidation in disguise
A sanctuary shadow-stained
Estate commandment private enterprise
Desensitizing blinded lies
The buy, buy, buy
Consumes the lives
As malnutrition feasts its eyes
Monopolized, the profits rise
The pockets lined with earth’s demise
Until the rockets own the skies
Devising how to energize
The Helios within our minds
As we just sit and stare with pride
Ascending our expenses climb
Mankind amidst the stars will shine
Except for who gets left behind
To overpopulate in time
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Heavy metal never really called my name
What have we come from?
Where are we goin?
Information at fingertips
helios
sunshine
moonshine
chromeshine
writing , for writings sake
No prescription - the session is free
for the
meaning to fit the key of the lock of knowledge and wisdoms fruit
gems
are the segments of an orange.
Who knows -
maybe this is best
the fleeting but perpetual motion
vibrant motions.
to whom do these shirts and clothes am i wearing belong?
=
A beige coat , with the old mans jumper.
and the best friends tshirt cut at the ends with whales on them
just riding the waves
in the floating oceans shores
drifting kind sifting but with intentional grace
slow
or fast.
Horns blast.
=
open
=
ding . ding . ding.
level unlocked !!!!!
=
boom ,, de la bot
robotics.
Ghosts in Machines....
ha,
ha
.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
**** those clouds.
If I were a cloud I'd be dark as the darkest pit in hell.
Every splash from Helios' cauldron would die in an attempt to permeate.
And those blinded underneath shall shiver for eternity.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
He ido bajo Helios, que me mira sangrante
laborando en silencio mis jardines ausentes.
Mi voz será la misma del sembrador que cante
cuando bote a los surcos siembras de pulpa ardiente.
Cierro, cierro los labios, pero en rosas, tremantes
se desata mi voz, como el agua en la fuente.
Que si no son pomposas, que si no son fragantes,
son las primeras rosas -hermano caminante-
de mi desconsolado jardín adolescente.
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❝many scientist wants to wander you for you are a galaxy,
Universe to be specific, that hold vast of hidden secrets;
another piece of a masterpiece indeed.
You hold hundreds of different secrets, curiosity, maybe.
But I'm gonna tell 3 of those secrets out of hundred—
Oh! You're the sun of the Earth, my love—
You brights in that loneliest corner,
even though it's just a penetrating sun ray,
it lit and gives encouragement to one another;
You inspires someone to be as delighted as you are,
I wonder if you're a fan of Helios, the god of sun.
—3/3
Oh! You're a whirling beautiful black hole
You keeps on pushing us in the boundaries of
curiosity;
You keeps on hiding secrets in the depths of your hole,
You are just so mesmerizing but— what does your
beauty wants to convey? What kind of danger does
we need to face to get to know the secrets you hide?
—2/3
Oh! You're an exquisite planet Earth, my love—
You sustain life and gives a special place for everyone
Where people live and love you for you loved them back
When universe is dying, you have billions of man to bring you back;
to plant trees and flowers, to bring nature back—
You're not failing when you have someone to live as your Sun.❞ 1/3
—to those who thinks they're not special, this poem is for you x Author
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
Soon after the sky had cast off
The tattered cloak of night,
And the midnight sun had set,
Helios himself climbed above the trees.
Dancing across the tops of dueling oaks,
Those primordial brothers between the ponds
Who, over time, grew up and into each other,
He sat spinning madly.
Shedding his golden rays,
As a lab shakes and sheds the water from his back,
They fell deliberately onto
And through my open blinds.
And I, stirred by the small streams of light
Cutting through the dark as if empty space,
I opened my eyes, only to close them again.
Lying, silently, I wait,
Tracing shadows as they slowly shift,
Dancing across the dull, white walls.
Fetid clothes lay protecting the floorboards.
The stale smell of smoke lingers,
Trapped in the soft cottons and polyesters
Of the cream throw pillows,
The blue waves of comforter,
The vast canyons of the corduroy futon.
Wine, fresh on my tongue,
Tells tales of the evening,
Lost of late in a world so distant.
My memories slip away like slack tide
Beneath rotten planks of a dock.
Twin cities, London and Paris,
A cold Christmas morning in Montmartre,
The warmth of the café we shared,
All hung up neatly on the wall.
Maps of emotions I never knew I had.
Only the breeze may speak here,
Whistling through the fissures in the wall.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
There was a time when I sang on you forlornly,
So wistfully heraldic,
That I might have thought you worthy
Of a gilded biblical throne of purple-prosed petals.
Let us be grateful then, for the song of perihelion,
And the whispered wisdoms of the dear tropics,
For the fresh breath from these friends whisks me
Back to my wakening, aurelian self.
I weave the holly in my hair,
I hang the mistletoe anew,
For solitary trees stand strong,
Though weighted by the winter’s dew.
I am Helios’s rantipole
I’ve no more time for tears of old,
With so much in me left to grow,
And so far in me left to go.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Cal-i-fornia (verb) the state of being golden.
Can you see the way the sand sparkles on the shore?
Golden shards of glass, or broken dreams.
Who possesses the Midas touch now?
The crushed gates of Atlantis on our shores.
Aphroditic bronze goddess of the sea,
Hair blown by the breeze.
Sea air & salty &
more than anyone could need, or was used to.
Giant sequoias stand
As mighty and proud protectors
Behemoths of lifetimes past.
Explosion of seeds inside
Fireworks waiting to explode
Pinecones, little grenades of life.
Ghost towns reminiscent of the Wild West
Mining camps from the Gold rush days.
Tumbleweeds & reptiles & powder fine dust.
Some say the earth is red from the natives’ blood spilt, and sunk in,
Reality – Oxidation turns iron in the dirt to rust.
So that’s why Mars is red.
After a bad storm in San Diego
Dollars lie broken & shattered on the shore
A bankruptcy of marine proportions!
Just go see for yourself,
The sand dollar apocalypse.
We were echinoderms too.
Life gone dormant, and violent beginnings.
As if Calliope’s harp needed to be retuned,
Sun god, Apollo & Helios with his chariot in the sky
When did we become so heliocentric?
Solitary white cross on the hill.
Never did anything to harm anyone, yet they fear you so
Enough to try to remove you from our presence.
Mount Soledad, or their SOLEs-are-DeAD.
- You know San Onofre is a power plant right?
- Radiation, is that a problem?
- Only if you want to have kids or stay cancer free.
- 25 foot sea wall -- To keep the waves out, or the kraken in?
- 4,000 tons of nuclear waste, who’s gonna get rid of that?
Ghostly tendrils of death
Blown fifty miles down the coast.
They call it SONGS, how quaint.
A symphony of catastrophe.
The greatest arias of death and destruction.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
*The crimson blush
On the silver face
Helios’s chariot blazing across*
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Escaped have I from bitter chains, from older captive hands
All there is are memories for me of solid land
Only clouds and sky and sea, only clouds and sky and sea
I have found, dear mother sea, that father sun, he calls
Free as a bird upon wax wings with the gods
Only clouds and sky and sea, only sky and sea and me
I have raised myself upon the brim to fly forever more
Fly not to high, they ask of me, or find Poseidon's door
Fear not love, onward I come, a god upon wax wings
To the stars, oh, to the sun, you'll find I too shall cling
To the sun I climb, dear soul, to the sun I climb... oh no
Brilliant sun, why do you lay such heated words on me
Causing this god to become boy again, with wax melting
One last kiss, one last touch, one last beckon and call
One last thing Helios sing, "dear foolish child, FALL"
So have moments turned from me, so must I turn down to sea
Time stands still as if its will's to see my follied ways
Tracing back the time I had before this fall, this flight, the chains
Mother sea, be kind to me as your arms open wide
The son you take, the heart you break, as your wave takes me inside
To scream terror as wax and feather fall into te sea
And tears that fall but can't be found... dear father, forgive me
I will be in my new mother's arms forever more
Never again to see the light of day, never to see the shore
And when sandy beach does meet your eye and sun rise once again
I pray land and live, your son forgive until you too descend
Pray do not forget the tragic tale or sorrowful, little me
Who at first glance had a chance to touch stars, but fell to sea
And I beg you, dry tears from your eyes, do not cry again
For whether land or sea, we'll meet once more, for both are mortal ends
Listen with open hearts, with listening eyes, unfaltered in your core
Reach for sun, dear soul, with humbled hands or see Poseidon's door
Only clouds and sky in view, Only clouds and sky... and you...
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
There's a hole in the sky,
Where light shines in.
Dark and hollow.
If you stare at the centre,
You see right through,
To other worlds,
To heaven, to hell.
All around the hole,
The light defuses.
Rays of sunlight,
Light is spread.
Apollo and Sol,
Ra and Helios.
Surya and Horus,
Tonatiuh and Amaterasu.
The hole has substance,
The hole gives heat.
Great fire of sky,
Our local star.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 10:16 AM UTC