"maia" poems
XVIII. TO HERMES (12 lines)
(ll. 1-9) I sing of Cyllenian Hermes, the Slayer of Argus, lord
of Cyllene and Arcadia rich in flocks, luck-bringing messenger of
the deathless gods. He was born of Maia, the daughter of Atlas,
when she had made with Zeus, -- a shy goddess she. Ever she
avoided the throng of the blessed gods and lived in a shadowy
cave, and there the Son of Cronos used to lie with the rich-
tressed nymph at dead of night, while white-armed Hera lay bound
in sweet sleep: and neither deathless god nor mortal man knew it.
(ll. 10-11) And so hail to you, Son of Zeus and Maia; with you I
have begun: now I will turn to another song!
(l. 12) Hail, Hermes, giver of grace, guide, and giver of good
things! (31)
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XXIX. TO HESTIA (13 lines)
(ll. 1-6) Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless
gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting
abode and highest honour: glorious is your portion and your
right. For without you mortals hold no banquet, -- where one
does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first
and last.
(ll. 7-10) (33) And you, slayer of Argus, Son of Zeus and Maia,
messenger of the blessed gods, bearer of the golden rod, giver of
good, be favourable and help us, you and Hestia, the worshipful
and dear. Come and dwell in this glorious house in friendship
together; for you two, well knowing the noble actions of men, aid
on their wisdom and their strength.
(ll. 12-13) Hail, Daughter of Cronos, and you also, Hermes,
bearer of the golden rod! Now I will remember you and another
song also.
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Amplify my cuteness,
Oh! Bidaal Devi,
Like a cat,
Kitten,
Like a cat,
Oh! Feline Devi,
Amplify my cuteness.
I shall adopt some kittens,
Oh! My Cat Goddess,
Maybe a Tom,
Or a Pushy,
Maybe a Tom,
Oh! My Cat Goddess
I shall adopt some kittens.
I shall adore my kittens,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
Bring me a Tom,
Or a Pussycat,
Bring me a Tom,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
I shall adore my kittens.
I wish that cats adopt me too,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
That's why I shall adopt some kittens,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
I wish that cats adopt me too.
I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
Without your children, I'm alone,
I don't want to end up all alone,
Without your children, I'm alone,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC
Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o’er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May.
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We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day;
We saw Thine eyes break from the East,
And chase the trembling shades away:
We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.
Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do
To entertain this starry stranger?
Is this the best thou canst bestow—
A cold and not too cleanly manger?
Contend, the powers of heaven and earth,
To fit a bed for this huge birth.
Proud world, said I, cease your contest,
And let the mighty babe alone;
The phoenix builds the phoenix’ nest,
Love’s architecture is His own.
The babe, whose birth embraves this morn,
Made His own bed ere He was born.
I saw the curl’d drops, soft and slow,
Come hovering o’er the place’s head,
Off’ring their whitest sheets of snow,
To furnish the fair infant’s bed.
Forbear, said I, be not too bold;
Your fleece is white, but ’tis too cold.
I saw th’ obsequious seraphim
Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,
For well they now can spare their wings,
Since Heaven itself lies here below.
Well done, said I; but are you sure
Your down, so warm, will pass for pure?
No, no, your King ’s not yet to seek
Where to repose His royal head;
See, see how soon His new-bloom’d cheek
‘Twixt mother’s ******* is gone to bed!
Sweet choice, said we; no way but so,
Not to lie cold, you sleep in snow!
She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips
Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;
She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips,
That in their buds yet blushing lie.
She ‘gainst those mother diamonds tries
The points of her young eagle’s eyes.
Welcome—tho’ not to those gay flies,
Gilded i’ th’ beams of earthly kings,
Slippery souls in smiling eyes—
But to poor shepherds, homespun things,
Whose wealth ’s their flocks, whose wit ’s to be
Well read in their simplicity.
Yet, when young April’s husband show’rs
Shall bless the fruitful Maia’s bed,
We’ll bring the first-born of her flowers,
To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy head.
To Thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep
The shepherds while they feed their sheep.
To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King
Of simple graces and sweet loves!
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves!
At last, in fire of Thy fair eyes,
Ourselves become our own best sacrifice!
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MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
May I sing to thee
As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
Or may I woo thee
In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles
Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles,
By bards who died content on pleasant sward,
Leaving great verse unto a little clan?
O give me their old vigour! and unheard
Save of the quiet primrose, and the span
Of heaven, and few ears,
Rounded by thee, my song should die away
Content as theirs,
Rich in the simple worship of a day.
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(February 23, 1821)
At midnight when the moonlit cypress trees
Have woven round his grave a magic shade,
Still weeping the unfinished hymn he made,
There moves fresh Maia like a morning breeze
Blown over jonquil beds when warm rains cease.
And stooping where her poet’s head is laid,
Selene weeps while all the tides are stayed
And swaying seas are darkened into peace.
But they who wake the meadows and the tides
Have hearts too kind to bid him wake from sleep
Who murmurs sometimes when his dreams are deep,
Startling the Quiet Land where he abides,
And charming still, sad-eyed Persephone
With visions of the sunny earth and sea.
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O' sprite full Maia, come attire our lands with your boundless prize-
Of joyful swelling by the nature's pleasing bloom,and green surprise,
To sprout a floral bedding,round the yards and shades for worthy dales;
And birds will spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.
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Hail! to you goddess, deck the forest’s lingering beauty, thus come:
Let streams to flow across the thick and- bushy meadows over your prime,
For hawthorn white and lilies to bud, and converse fragrance in air,
To wind down our minds with breezes- blow,groovy lifts cool us lighter.
3
Mid mate of months, come and show your
primeval splendor and glee,
While south is praising vintager’s autumn,
North's propitious spring does fly,
And make the country lush with garden- fruits,the sweetest scents they spray,
To fill each rose with flavors long,
for all the ardent grooms they pray!
Come Glitter, glitter ***** rays-,
and sun is warm in moderate mood;
Behold! the coming of her-,
bees gathered among the newly buds
Nithin Purple from 'Halcyon Wings.'
REFERENCE:
*Maia— Greek goddess of May month
*Hawthorn—A spring-flowering shrub or small tree of the genus Crataegus.
*Vintager—A person who harvests grapes for making wine.
***** rays—Attraction of sunlight towards flowers, showing a dependency.
*Sprite—Middle English: alteration of sprit, a contraction of spirit.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
It was just like any other night,First night of the weekend, the city buzzing with young hot bodies,preparing for the evenings festivities.
But something, someone was watching, in the shadows.Gut wrenching pain in its guts, desperate for a fix.
Maia had just stepped out of the shower, she shivvered slightly as her wet body responded to the air from the window.As her dripping hair fell on her back,she began to dry herself and caught sight of herself in the mirror.
She lay on her bed and relaxed while breathing slowly, becoming aroused with the silken touch of her hands on her skin.As Maia moved to the rhythm of her own body, she became aware of something else in the room.
She opened her eyes to see a huge dark figure looming over her, and before she could respond, he was on top of her.Strangely, she wasn't afraid, in fact she found herself becoming more aroused by his hard, hot member entering her wet void.
Suddenly, her body rose up in ecstacy as he slid down her body and bit into her groin.No pain was felt as she slipped into a trance like state of pure eroticism, groaning beneath him,their bodies moving faster and faster.
Suddenly, he stopped. He stopped and she fell onto the bed, confused and spent.Maia wanted to give more, but instead, he slit his throat and offered his life blood to her.She accepted gladly, soon they were feeding and ******** at the same time.
Maia awoke from what seemed like a coma, to be greeted by the blazing sun through the window, and found herself thirsty, thirsty for blood....
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
We exist to have one speck of stardust in a universe which we call our own
Merely one tiny point in a cosmos that can't care even if compelled or forced.
no heaven.
no hell.
We are here by fate unknown to us ******
We may be here by our sins or by the fate of our dice.
We are not even the end result so desired,
We see ourselves too highly.
We try so hard to make our little speck brighter
We hurt ourselves trying to brighten our piece.
Yet, in these infinite cosmos,
We, our specks, mean nothing.
Still, we struggle, why?
We are without a doubt the most important specks in the cosmos
Every one of those little specks,
no matter how bright
no matter how small,
Without them all, we would have nothing
The ones that shine brighter and attract others to rightful causes
Cause entropy to reverse and for disorder to become order.
As Joni Mitchell once said,
"We are stardust, we are golden, we are all the same,"
When we are not together,
we skip lonely through the void,
awaiting what we know we will never find.
Apart, we are merely dust, drifting silently searching for love.
When we give up that hopeless dream,
then finally, by becoming one,
We can create stars.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 6:58 AM UTC
For the earthquake stricken people in Mindanao
×A collaboration with Maia Padua..another published author and poet..
As the wrath of the earth
Swipes us off-guard
Our own works knelled down
Its debris scattered all around
Roars from beneath unearthed
Deafening the already deaf ones
Once so numb by her cry
and her lullaby
In the midst of rustling winds
and roaring sounds so frightening
Cries of men rippling
Wondering why such wrath
whipped us all
the rage we cannot fathom why
Had led us back to what we are
from nothing...nothing
We light this candle of hope
Praying that your tears will be gone
Your broken heart will be whole
Faith and faith alone withstand
Like a flame of lighted candle
Flew to where the breeze would go
May it bring hope to everyone
Lifting and bring their hearts afire
If only we can sing a song for you
A song to keep you going
A song of hope not fear
A song of faith to bear
Keeping the faith burning..burning
GOD WILL SEE YOU THROUGH.. Agape
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
"I hate you more when I'm drunk" you said
Everything about me makes you angry
I still sit on my hands and try not to say anything unless spoken too
"No one else will deal with you, **** stop crying, I don't want people seeing my woman with tear stains."
So I wouldn't cry in front of you anymore
Each night I'd fall asleep helpless to my meal sized portion of pills
Anti-anxiety, antidepressant, sedative, pain killer, sleeping aid
"You're just like your Mother, all messed up"
I'm so ******* tolerant and you're so ******* disturbed
At least my Mother, didn't **** my married Father for his money
Sorry I just told everyone that
"Why can't you be more like...
Claire? Caitlin? Maia? Anna?"
I don't want to be like them
but if I was, you'd probably actually love me or at least stop
smacking me hard enough to make my jaw ache for hours
Three days before you put me in the hospital,
by the way I tested positive for Rohypnol
You gave me a ring, solid gold and diamonds
that night you weren't worried about my stomach being pumped
but,
"She better be wearing that ring, better not lose it in the hospital"
I flushed your $15,000 guilt gift down a hospital toilet.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
A fresh beginning
Down life's highways new
Each day joy bringing
Laughter is their glue
A bond unites two
In the park at play
Soft heart waves the wand
Offering a way
For maia to bond
A mother so strong
Can overcome foes
Healing any wrong
Easing any woes
Mother's daily pride
Amazing young child
Ignites love inside
All is well she smiled
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
A month named after Maia
A transition from spring to summer
24 rotations on its axis
19 circles round the Sun
A boy born, his future uncertain
Years of hardship, keep enduring pain
Heart shattered at 16,
And haven’t recovered from the loss
Her body cremated and ashes in the river
Never got a chance to bid farewell
Turned 17, oh what a miserable life
School life turned to hell, full of rumors and lies
At 18, graduated from school
His efforts and work never came to ripe
I hope you’re okay on this fine Friday
Accept my regards as this poet turns 19
Cause I haven’t given up yet
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
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*Shy black-eyed beauty
Star upon the mountain peak
Nurse coming herald
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 3:39 AM UTC