"maned" poems
XXXII. TO SELENE (20 lines)
(ll. 1-13) And next, sweet voiced Muses, daughters of Zeus, well-
skilled in song, tell of the long-winged (35) Moon. From her
immortal head a radiance is shown from heaven and embraces earth;
and great is the beauty that ariseth from her shining light. The
air, unlit before, glows with the light of her golden crown, and
her rays beam clear, whensoever bright Selene having bathed her
lovely body in the waters of Ocean, and donned her far-gleaming,
shining team, drives on her long-maned horses at full speed, at
eventime in the mid-month: then her great orbit is full and then
her beams shine brightest as she increases. So she is a sure
token and a sign to mortal men.
(ll. 14-16) Once the Son of Cronos was joined with her in love;
and she conceived and bare a daughter Pandia, exceeding lovely
amongst the deathless gods.
(ll. 17-20) Hail, white-armed goddess, bright Selene, mild,
bright-tressed queen! And now I will leave you and sing the
glories of men half-divine, whose deeds minstrels, the servants
of the Muses, celebrate with lovely lips.
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#prairiegrass dreams
*Across the Sandhills
wading into the untamed Niobrara
barebacked.. brown, and beautiful
Within her Misty Mountain dreams
she is heading my way.
Ah, sweet lord God almighty,
look at her go..
Westbound, she is best-found
right there.. on the edge
of these dreams of my own
Oh my lord..
look at that beautiful horsedream go
Will I be able to survive her..
I don't know
. . .
You feel him.. don't you, sweet one..
my beautiful Snickers
on that Gordon, Nebraska hill--
his home, his birthplace..
Until his beautiful spirit
one day.. finally found me
Striated and stoic
he is waiting for you..
To bring, you
the rest of the way home.
North now, into Dakota
as you bleed
with the Lakhóta
on a trail, split
between Pine Ridge..
and Wounded Knee.
Feel your war-torn Spirit
melt in to them
(you will not fall)
As you ride this black-maned dream
just a bit further North..
towards a man, named Paul
Within my own, I can feel you both
Ah hell, babe..
I can feel you all*
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Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
queer creature of white stone:
the spirit of the island in the head of this lion,
the soul of the natives in the body of this fish,
spirit and soul, lion and fish, mingle together by
mere wry humour of evolution’s word
we revere this beast, (it watches over us
from nine metres above), we bow down our backs,
(worship it as our exemplar): for many of us,
unknowingly, we emulate the spirit and soul
of this queer white creation of stone.
standing tall (unshaken!) even as jaundice bolts of heaven’s
creep tip-toed behind its scales and strike:
its cemented steadfastness of stone we emulate,
for through the towering grey waves of crisis, and
the threatening dark clouds that foretell our very fears,
we too, have floated and transcended and appeared
unscathed.
mutated monster – child of bad genes,
they despise such unfavourable antagonistic features
(shall it rule like a lion or flail like a fish?):
its unlikeliness of surviving, of thriving we emulate:
for this dotted smudge of red pen ink on the globe,
destined to bow down to fate – bowed down not, and
flourished.
beams of white water spouting out in a
perfect shape of a quadrant’s circumference, endlessly,
its majestic spewing action we emulate:
this island of expectations, sterile smell of success,
fate of our future in the setting of an exam hall,
(in there do you not think we resemble the merlion,
our mouths the hoses, the papers our well?)
but, oh, the merlion – so many of it –
the merlions, same-maned, same-scaled,
fluttering and bursting with imitation across our home:
such congruity, conformity we emulate:
for years of yearning to swim in the mainstream waters,
of being goldfish, instead of losing the waters for flight like flying fish,
have made us very much, about
the same.
queer creature of white stone:
do you see not how we resemble your very self,
how we offer you praise (by
lifting our human arms, arching on our mere knees,
hoisting our lowly mortal heads, surveying your colossal royalty,
camera in hand)?
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 7:02 AM UTC
I remember her then:
Pale skin and rouged lips,
Playful whim and pendulous hips.
Oh yes, I remember this.
The fairest of them all,
Midnight-maned with eyes that wish,
that she were born under the rule
of a queen and not a witch.
Who chose this?
It was I who tried assist,
and when the thorn of roses missed,
I knew the witch could not resist.
Sickened magic, poisoned apples,
Made to seem a tasty dish
Made their way onto the table
of my true love's wedding gifts.
Later, in the darkness,
hiding true love's wedding bliss,
I was courted with foreboding
As if this, our only tryst,
would be soiled by the treason
that this hateful witch insists.
I lay there in the dark,
my lover's breath, a ghostly wisp.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
My uncle.
Who I love.
Is a peculiar man.
He once told me of the oddest conspiracy.
He said that the reason major governments of the earth don't fight each other constantly, is because the already do.
In space.
Each country has a ship.
Armed and maned to the teeth.
And they just shoot at each other.
Everyday.
And that's how all of the big national disputes were settled.
Star Trek style.
So when I heard this, I tossed my thoughts into the atmosphere.
Letting them swirl and shine among the satellites.
What did they do, up there?
Sitting in their spaceships.
Thinking of each other.
Wondering why they all were stuck in tin can time bombs.
Surrounded by the icy void.
Waiting for their ships to be shot out of the sky.
The debris to fall through children's dreams and shooting stars.
Spitting sparks like ancient dragons.
And these people wait for that.
Hidden from sight and mind.
Only just to shoot at each other.
Over a border, a mans wish, or a loaf of bread.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Reality was bereft
As your head,
Caresses the pillow
A night deft.
As I hear the crickets
Lagging behind, I
With you on the way
To dreamland with a ticket.
Don the Hatter's Hat
In Alice's Wonderland.
As we sip tea
With Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat.
Be large or be small
Eating chocolates
And muffins
Down the rabbit hole.
A carpet of wings
We fly over
The Caspian, The Aegean
To where the Siren sings.
Three headed dog is yours
A gargoyle, mine.
Little pets we walk
Down Tartarus's corridors .
Europe behind, we face
South West
To the land of Mayans
And folk of a mystical race.
We play war chief,
Play in our blue tepee
Flying on the backs
Of eagles as they screech.
You dance around
My fire
Gyrating in that form
Bringing rain down.
Purple Rider
On a wind maned horse
Black One on a
Golden strider.
Barfights and shootouts
Brawls and scuffles
You gained a puffy eye
While I broke my stout.
Seeking a view
We jumped from
Skyscraper to skyscraper
Old and new.
Jumped from hills
Into rivers
Spoke to the wild
For time to ****
Wary of the time
We take flight
Off the Everest
We just climbed.
Down and down
Into a sea
Coloured silver
Bubbly diamonds all around.
No lack of gas,
You put swimming to the test
Tripped on a rock
A jellyfish attacks!
Boom and Pow
Wham, slam and
A big crunch
Little jellyfish said ow!
Get stuck in traffic
Office hours
We suppose
As the birds swam chaotic.
We're here!
Portal to reality
Now exposed
By now the dream was dear.
Maybe now you can't see
But we will,
The sun rise,
From the bottom of the sea.
So we wait
As the sea turned
Silver to fire
A nice first date.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Across the Serengeti
The fierce maned lions roared
Lands of the dark continent will soon be no more
The tusked grey elephants roaming few in number
Will exist only in legend and lore
The ancient rich soil
Ripped apart and torn
Thick oil
Poison shiny and deadly
Washes up on pristine white shores
Black deep tunnels
Punctured and violated the ground
For the shiny chunks of yellow gold desired by man
The glittering priceless diamond stones
People unwillingly forced from their lands
By many foreign companies insatiable greed
Are growing with anger and resentment
The beginning of revolutions seed
Cleanse the evil infiltrating your country
If need be charge them with high crimes
Allowing Africa to retain its stately beauty
It has possessed since the beginning of time
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan.10, 2014
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
A burning Desire roars deep
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my sleeve with eyes fixed
potent in plea for a satisfaction begging
for a satisfaction that
grant it I won't
Golden-maned lion
I will starve you til every rib shows.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
They walk—no, more likely, they saunter,
Embassy functionaries, associate profs at G-Dub,
A smorgasbord of polka dots and vitae,
Leopard-print and Linkedin pages,
Sufficent and necessary in their presents and futures.
I occupy a bench in my own shambling manner,
Denim-clad most days,
Perhaps affecting a less humble khaki
If I am feeling particularly grandiloquent,
Redeployed here from more rough-and-tumble of more avenues,
Among the bar-and-concrete hosteled llamas and coyotes
(Probably closer kin, if one is being honest)
Simply an ornamental thing, overgrown garden gnome
Or bowdlerized lawn jockey, unobtrusive and unnoticed
By those who would coo at the macaos and mandarin ducks
Or shudder at the offal left uneaten by black bears and maned wolves.
And so such days proceed, from my convenience-store coffee arrival
To such time that something approximating dinner
Must be conjured or cadged from somewhere,
My thoughts tend to stray not to the lionesses
Nor sleek Catwoman-esque jaguars,
But to the unpretentious turkey vultures of the fields of my youth,
Circling warily, inexorably in threes and fours above
And I know there is neither ennobling nor annihilation to find here,
No outcome but to simply await.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
The waves begin to growl
there's a quickening of the air
temptation bubbles to the surface
destruction and dominion too close to ignore.
Conceived in fury and shaped by desire
the birth of monsters from deepest nowhere
snarling to the beat of thunder.
Four thousand hooves of one thousand horses
the cavalry galloping, relentless, toward the shore
rear their great maned heads with a fearsome cry
then fall
breaking themselves against that jagged shore.
Behind them Power howls and roars
revelling in itself
as the battle wears on.
Now its might's remembered
the rage begins to pass
and oh so gently it enters
come to collect its dead
sweeping them back home to the depths.
Keep your forgiveness
save it for the days to come
they never flinched
they asked for none.
If ever there was peace before, then this is what comes after:
this is the desolate calm
that follows a sea-storm.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Here I am again staring at this ceiling
Glance at the clock, 11:11
Make a wish right?
********
Do you have any idea how many "11:11's" I've wished on since you've been gone??
Not a one has come true
Not when I'm awake anyway
Why am I laying here, thinking about you? And not just that I miss you but, every little thing we ever did together
Over thinking each word you ever muttered to the 10th degree
Am I even a passing thought?
When you sit to take a **** do I cross your mind then? Considering that's probably the only time you have alone
Probably
Have you ever saw a car that looked like mine and wondered what it'd be like if I was really in it?
Whenever I hear that certain sound I felt your little car made, I **** in my breath and wish
There it is again
All this **** wishing, where exactly has it gotten me?
In the same bed, staring at the same ceiling thinking about you some more
**** have you ever wished you'd stayed?
Do you ever wonder if you'd just maned up and stuck or rough patch out, what we'd be like?
I mean, I'm not sure you wish for anything
You sure don't seem to have control over anything
It's like your brains made of mush and you'll just go where the wind blows, and then just follow further orders
Is it so that if you fail, you can say "well it wasn't my idea to go work there" "I didn't choose her over you, she did"
I mean how much absolute ******** can go through your mind until, you can even listen to it anymore
Seems like your tolerance level is high
You'd been lyin to me for months, tell parts of but never the full truth
I sigh, this is getting me no where
It's now 12am and I'm laying here wide eyed
Holding back screams filled with tears
Why am so stuck?
You're a liar
Even to your ****** self
I wish you'd just been honest so I coulda just left liked I planned
But, you played my weak spot to make me stay
It'd be nice if you didn't know me so ****** well
And you actually had half a clue who you are and what and who you want
**** it
That's my wish tonight
Hit the light switch
Let the dark hide my tears and bury my face in my pillow so neighbors can't hear my screams
I wish to fall asleep and not dream of you
Just grant me that one and I'll never make another wish again
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
You need to man up and face me,
Come and say good-bye to me,
If you hate me.
You need to man up and face me,
Come and tell me you care,
If I'm a Dear Friend.
You need to man up and face me,
Come and hug me and kiss me,
If you really feel bad because I love you so much.
You need to man up and face me,
Come and tell me we'll never be,
If you really don't like me.
You need to man up and face me,
Come and tell me you like me,
If that's even true.
You need to man up and face me,
And tell me the truth,
If I mean anything at all to you.
You need to man up face me,
Before I cry too much over you,
Before my heart is much too scared,
And I won't be able to move on.
You just need to man up and face me,
And tell me everything that I need to hear,
Whatever that is,
So, maybe, I can move on,
Leave you behind
But that seems so hard right now;
I don't think I could do it.
But,
If you maned up and faced me,
Maybe I could.
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 8:32 AM UTC
give me an ear to bite into,
or an arm to rip of
listen to my rambles
the ravings of a mud-mad-madding-mad-man
I've lost it
kaput
I'm InSAnE
My mind is lost to the soup
and I was Always told that too many cooks spoil the broth
and legions have gone into making me
If I could number the souls that have had input to me,
the men and woman who maned the turnstile and warped my soul
to fit flowers or knives,
if I could number them all I alone could stand and take on
Persia at its height
my soul is ancient
passed from one body to the next my eyes are tired
but I'm only 17
I've sat through temperature-twisted-townlessly-teetering deserts
on the roof of an old combie
I've walked circles around an island with my thumb out
and sung to the stars when they hide in clouds of smoke
the legeion in my mind has taken losses in numbers
when we lost our commander
my father
and we have taken our trophies of irrefutable wealth
your heart
but then i remember there wasn't thousands of men
just me
just my ambition
Good morning world
Im 17 years old,
And all-ready ancient
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I proceeded to have more darken dreams
I remember that old sad night
when you had made me cry
but then wanted me to stand by your side
while he told more Lies
I just had to walk away
with anger in his eyes
I had been wondering all this time
why did you need me to be with you
we are like night and day
I don't see things your way
after all these years
you still give me so much fears
while I sleep
I fall deep within darken dream
I hear a very loud voice
crying out to me
what does this mean for me
that is when it started to rain
I started feeling so much pains
I had always heard
time will heal the mind
will mend the heart
but mine hasn't maned
My heart is still marked
my mind remembers everything
Dark Angel brings
I still proceed to dream
dark cuts remain within my soul .
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC