"medea" poems
Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd ***** her last tear and turns away.
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When fierce conflicting passions urge
The breast, where love is wont to glow,
What mind can stem the stormy surge
Which rolls the tide of human woe?
The hope of praise, the dread of shame,
Can rouse the tortur’d breast no more;
The wild desire, the guilty flame,
Absorbs each wish it felt before.
But if affection gently thrills
The soul, by purer dreams possest,
The pleasing balm of mortal ills
In love can soothe the aching breast:
If thus thou comest in disguise,
Fair Venus! from thy native heaven,
What heart, unfeeling, would despise
The sweetest boon the Gods have given?
But, never from thy golden bow,
May I beneath the shaft expire!
Whose creeping venom, sure and slow,
Awakes an all-consuming fire:
Ye racking doubts! ye jealous fears!
With others wage internal war;
Repentance! source of future tears,
From me be ever distant far!
May no distracting thoughts destroy
The holy calm of sacred love!
May all the hours be winged with joy,
Which hover faithful hearts above!
Fair Venus! on thy myrtle shrine
May I with some fond lover sigh!
Whose heart may mingle pure with mine,
With me to live, with me to die!
My native soil! belov’d before,
Now dearer, as my peaceful home,
Ne’er may I quit thy rocky shore,
A hapless banish’d wretch to roam!
This very day, this very hour,
May I resign this fleeting breath!
Nor quit my silent humble bower;
A doom, to me, far worse than death.
Have I not heard the exile’s sigh,
And seen the exile’s silent tear,
Through distant climes condemn’d to fly,
A pensive, weary wanderer here?
Ah! hapless dame! no sire bewails,
No friend thy wretched fate deplores,
No kindred voice with rapture hails
Thy steps within a stranger’s doors.
Perish the fiend! whose iron heart
To fair affection’s truth unknown,
Bids her he fondly lov’d depart,
Unpitied, helpless, and alone;
Who ne’er unlocks with silver key,
The milder treasures of his soul;
May such a friend be far from me,
And Ocean’s storms between us roll!
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Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd ***** her last tear and turns away.
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The stellular supernal of
Translation exalting the
Absurdist rudimentary
Vale of tears; the place
Death was born blanketed
In twilight's eternal
Oblivion, breaking
Immortality-
The propitiative law
of Medes and Persians
From time out of mind,
'Whom the Gods love die young';
The amaranthine race to
Drink from the retentionist
Cup filled by Medea's ichor
Imbrued kettle readying for
The harrowing of Hell.
Eleete J Muir.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I took this job down at the Corinth Mint
after my marriage went on the skids,
I was bored at home on the DPB*
and I was sick of those two **** kids.
Jace shot through with this ***** called Glauce,
her name brings to mind an eye disease,
and her old man wants us out of Corinth
even though I got down on my knees.
I feel like the serpent who was Golden Fleeced
when Jason slipped the snake oil past it,
but, since I've been working at the Mint,
I can spot a twenty-four carat *******
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Me gustaría verme ante tus ojos, no a través de ellos…
Siempre es peligroso verse reflejado en pupilas llenas de vida.
Creo fervientemente que Medea nunca pensó en la percepción de Jasón,
De la misma manera en que a Medusa jamás cavilo el posible último pensamiento de Perseo,
Pero ambas fueron presa de la excitación que produce encontrarse bella y entera.
Cuando tus faltas se encuentran a la vista de todos, es difícil no ser consciente de que el castigo de los dioses se encuentra en la transfiguración de lo que yace dentro;
cada cabello poseía voluntad propia, esencia que explota ante la contemplación.
Los dioses son crueles y los héroes eternos,
Aunque ya todos conocemos como termina la historia, no dejo de pensar que lo que Atena porta con orgullo es el más bello relato de amor;
El cuento del ser humano que se encontró a sí mismo en la imagen pétrea del presente, no en el recuerdo del pasado atesorado ni en el ente que vive en la percepción de los demás…
A lo que quiero llegar, es que de la misma manera te amé, aunque en el momento no tuve las palabras precisas ni el valor para decirlo … pero chance a estas alturas del partido Esteno este orgullosa de mi
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
my teeth are sensitive too--
candy smoke strangles them
they are the crown jewels of some British empire
one day at the circus he bought me popcorn, and boy how the unpopped kernels cut my gums. I laughed and the iron taste blanketed my tongue. I noticed my chair had only three legs, and my scarf was red and sticky
o world, how I want to shake your head
and tear wires from the fusebox
to taste the sound of incandescent crackling and burnt popcorn
o shining irises, where is your citrus now?
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Just because you make it okay in your Mind;
Just because you felt that you were in a bind;
Just because you feel that now is your Time;
Just because you blame what lies behind;
Just because your ethics are self-aligned;
Just because your pain is undefined;
doesn't make it okay
to act with Vindication
in a destructive way;
Acting in such spite and scorn,
you may as well be Medea:
You'd practically **** your own kids
to satiate thy lust to act as Karma;
You'll get yours.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
the views of the few
can make the views of the few
seem like the views of the many
what the news tells you
in the voice of the few
is that the voice of the few
speaks for the choices of many
more fool you
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Here's a little ditty about my father named Hugh.
He has three grown children, that's one more than two...
He was born in Ontario but now resides in BC
Along with his three kids, Medea, Sean, and me.
He has a work ethic that is second to none.
I remember as a kid he would say yard work was fun.
He would bust his *** until his back was sore...
Then come home from work and still do more. .
He had some slips and trips that broke his hips..
And that's not Ironic..
Thanks to the great Doctors, he is now part bionic..
I've looked up to this man right from the start..
And still do so.. though he's an old **** .
So I stand up here so I can shout..
Happy birthday dad, I love you, and peace out!
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Just like any bad breakup
Except it never really was.
A dream I held on to until
You became the one I lost.
My skin tingled and my
Stomach got cold. My nose
Started to burn like I was
Coming down with the flu.
You told me you'd set a date
With the girl you'd loved since
You were thirteen.
I remember those days and
They way your voice broke.
I remember the boy you were;
I want him and the man you've become.
My chest is burning with
Happiness because your
Cup is full. Except, I also
Feel like I'm suffocating.
I feel like fury, I could be
Medea. A creature of
Power till the hero broke
Her heart.
I could burn in hell
Or Apollo's embrace.
Be eaten by dragons
If I could just get away!
It's all going to change
And I don't want to grow old.
I feel the clock ticking and
I want it all to stop and go back.
I want it to go back to when
We were children, full of
Angst and pure passion
To a time when I still had a chance.
All I see now, is time racing
Ahead before I have a chance
To reach my goals. I feel forgotten
Though I know you still care.
I couldn't wish her pain, the
Child you love, but I do wish
That I could erase every trace
Of her in this world.
So while I burn inside,
Plummeting deeper,
I wish I could resolve
And ease the pain I'm in.
I don't want to feel numb.
I want to rejoice with you.
I just want us to be something
That never was.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
LA CA,Baja, New York,Greece:
It might be easy thinking
by the ****** for hire
brain dead childless type,
the covert narcissistic enemies
working the various
Invasive medical fields that
eagerly plot the demise
of a precious heroic human being
Amazing intelligent talented
surviving witness Mom.
Such stupid enemies
Don't you know the fact
that no one can **** an idea much less what an exemplary
Mother
stands for; Loving
Raising saving protecting
her legitimate offspring
full custody awarded children
Against deadly jealous medea
habitual drug users sterile
thieving **** of Earth!
~~
Unless evildoers succeed breaking
a righteous human being spirit first.
~~
B.B.A's spirit soul Mom is safe
UNBREAKABLE..
Guided guarded by
Living among the very best
of bestest from ancient times.
~~~~
By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
With Karijinbba.
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 10:35 PM UTC
Para coger un pan sobre el morrillo
Dando pecho y axila a los pitones,
Juan, anónimo Juan, Juan Torerillo
No recibiste clásicas lecciones.
Para llevar a casa veinte duros
Entre la chifla de inhumano coro
Bebiste golpes, aspiraste apuros
Y al aire al suelo al aire y siempre al toro.
Del miedo, que es ingénito en el hombre,
Nació el valor, congénito en el hambre;
Así en la tauromaquia, Juan Sin Nombre
Fue antítesis del gran José Raigambre.
José, nieto de Venus y Vulcano
Fue un semidiós con la esbeltez de Apolo
(Frecuencia tuvo aquel Teseo hispano
En liquidar seis Minotauros, solo).
Mas Juan, el pobre Juan de carne y hueso,
El más mortal de todos los mortales
Opuso a sal valor, arrojo al seso
Y "molinetes" contra "naturales".
Tres siglos en la historia del toreo
Se derrumbaron ante dos colosos:
Del morisco e hispánico alanceo
Hasta el futuro en los taurino cosos.
Y Joselito muestra al horizonte
Toda una enciclopedia en su percal.
Y remata sus lances Juan Belmonte
Con su "media verónica" renal...
La Muerte se disfraza de capricho,
Y en la más increíble paradoja
Subsiste quien vivió a merced del bicho
Y muere quien "¡no hay toro que lo coja!"...
Quedan atrás los años de la infancia:
Sevilla y su noctámbula capea...
Como un Jasón, Juan, en su rica estancia
Mira en la tauromaquia una Medea.
Porque si en su niñez fue Juan Sin Suerte
Y fue en su adolescencia Juan Sin Pan,
Hoy, ya casi un anciano, es Juan Sin Muerte
Porque la Muerte tuvo miedo a Juan.
Y quien burló a la muerte en tantos ruedos,
Mil veces sentenciado por suicida,
Sólo cuando lo quiso, y con sus dedos
Mató su muerte y se quitó la vida...
A Juan, que no toreó por soleares,
Muerto, no he de llorarlo en seguiriyas.
Sean por martinetes mis cantares,
Cante de yunque y fragua y herrerías:
Cristo de la Expiración
Cachorro de los trianeros,
Bríndale tu absolución
Al mejor de los toreros
Cachorro, si en Viernes Santo
Te faltara un penitente,
Asóciate a nuestro llanto
Que es Juan Belmonte el ausente...
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Alien and unwanted, my smile
always singed my lips. Platitudes
polite and civilization vile…
Many times, I longed to prelude
my burdens to him, my husband.
But, love is no longer the case…
What a woman gives up for an end
to live happily ever after…
An access
to be one with another’s world…
I felt a freedom
in slitting my brother’s throat
as seasons ebbed
and eddied with each part of him
was discarded for my love’s
need for an empire.
I felt the moment, the freedom
of Fatherland.
Lived within this foreign land
of endless lies, Amen.
A wife-time of anguish for a man… I’m resplendent
Eve: noting wishes beyond Adam’s and God’s assignments.
Jason: husband, an end, has been…
I’m slitting our children’s throats
on this dark continent as me, an alien
for one thing you to see: making my own exile’s scene…
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
Medea,
Tell a vision,
You lie and we listen.
Medea,
Truth is fiction,
Make the lie our addiction.
Medea,
Sorceress in blue,
Tell me what is true.
Tell a vision to me,
Make the lie our reality.
Tell a vision to me.
The truth is a fantasy.
Goddess of illusion.
Tell a vision.
Cast a spell on me,
I am your zombie.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
she was the devil in a sorcerer's bones,
a wreath of thorns and skeletons
on her mind.
those words spilled
from the mouths of weaklings,
crowned heads; Jason.
oh, how she loved cruces - unraveling
another's soul to heed their
sins, virtues, luscious blemishes.
his were a pretty face and
the glint of sworn gold.
hers was mislaid ardour.
in her garden of ****** roses, her heart
was hefted with the measure
of a feather.
within shadows, she ruled once more.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Stunned played by fate
She didn't play
any Chess games
to know
to Sheikh-mat cut off timely
the stonefish proud Greek
in his own chess biggoted
many a game with
non Greek queens
She noticed his weird gaze
morph his face
uglily though as he spoke of marriage deceivingly so
the mad Greek had been checkmated
by Greek evil Medeas
the freak in his far away land
Hellenic chess game of lure
under their jealous spell
of Synanceiidae
stonefish medea Kiriaki
and her many more Medeas
knowing his record
marked his queen for death
The geek proudly ignored
She me had checkmated
with great value King
American elite
in the chess game of life
having checkmated
such a valued King
she had won the chess game
of Life and love
knowing Chess games or not
She then sheikhmat
his deceptive Greek gaze
bone fish old man
She was no Queen in power
to move freely away
but she fled soon as she could
anyway
And as her true King
has the value
the queen has the power
for moving freely so
in his palatic home
to lose the value King though
cornered in his castle's bed
by other Queens
And in this Chess game
of life
to lose the value King
is losing the Chess game
and every other treasures
promised or received
this is a wise matter to know
to not lose
the many other games
surely to come
reigning at the king's court
In looking for love
dear queens!
know your chess game rules
calling out check mate timely
wins heaven on Earth
and the willing King's love
each time
~~~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
03-30-2020
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revised 04-28-20
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Could anyone, ever, ever, imagine
While struggling in moments of
Life, in this dark hardening world
Any greater tragedy to know of
In a life lived, yet always nearly lost
Than a soul's abandonment of love
Boyfriend, girlfriend, flirts, flings
Lovers, mistress, wife, husband, all
Can suffer (without seeing an end)
In the unwanted loss of a dear love
But such love, is always found love
Always a chance, of another to find
Really, such is such a little big thing
Laid alongside a meant destruction
With a loved one's hate of only kin
Care of same given blood, all gone
A sadly lost, gifted blessing, of love
Not unlike the gift of a God's love
Is it even possible, a mother loving
Not, a sweet daughter or brave son
Or a jealous sister's hatred of sister
Or a son's coming to rage, in
Twisted hate of a living father
Whose life's burden came crushing
Or like the very first two brothers
Cain, with Satan's new seed of hate
Sprouting a considered cause to ****
Or in Euripides' play, Medea's
Wrath filled hate of Jason leads to
****** felicide of her own spawn
Naturally, death comes for any one
Destiny's fate, followed a sin by two
But all loss of a blood born love
Of which there is only ever one
Arises from a most unnatural mind
Or possibly, unforgiven sin of one!
© 2017 Jim Davis
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
El marfil con tal arte ha sido cincelado
que en él se ven de Colquida la floresta sombría
la hermosa Medea. Y el Toisón, como el día
radiante, en una estela reposa recostado.
El Nilo, cerca; y ebrias, bajo el azul dorado,
Las Bacantes, que riegan perfumes y ambrosía,
adornan con un pámpano, entre luz de alegría,
el yugo de una yunta que lenta huella el prado.
Abajo hay un combate de caballeros rudos;
después, héroes que vuelven muertos en sus escudos,
ancianos sollozan les y madres plañideras;
y en fin, en forma de asa, encorvando sus flancos,
apoyando en los bordes sus firmes senos blancos,
en el ánfora vense bebiendo las Quimeras.
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What could come next on this life-or-death quest;
femmefatales around every corner & turn;
‘Delicious,’ thinks Medea, staying below
in the hold; only one Hero need be
willing to offer himself for sacrifice. . . .
but which; Asclepius, Heracles, Orpheus,
Argus, Tiresias, Theseus or perhaps
even Jason himself
Medusa, a ravenous wild thing, smells invasion
‘This spoils my plans & it stops here and now,’
Ever the rebel she'd been planning a new temple,
Unknown & in secret to be dedicated to nature;
for so long viperous and royally maddened,
now at midnight she hears the mystical lyre,
one string or one thousand, playing near;
Medusa feeling molten, suddenly must stop
gyrating on drunken satyrs’ laps as they throw
Leaves & make it rain on every nymph
throughout her dripping wet forest playground
lying down, she calls for her helpful maidens
Who sweetly rub her from temples to toes
With Nectar of Tiger’s **** and Librium,
which causes true disaster, her legs shuddering,
Her body quakes; the earth itself erupting
with quivering pulsations; the heroes knowing
Well what this all means as all has been
foretold on the ancient stone tablet;
For now though, the heroes of the Argo have
yet to encounter Calliope & the other
nefarious goddesses of her retinue; Muses,
fairies, furies, harpies, nymphs, queens, witches, etc....
by Medusa & Johnny Noir
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything.
heart of gold King of hearts
Dear twin flame twin soul
we are lost and found again
profile after profile I seek thee
let's bless, the curse
darling to heavenly grounds
transition our fated paths.
No more sadness your joy and pain is my own into the forest land we roam free at last, nothing can break us apart
No Naga snakes can deceive me
to strange geek sociopathic Medea infested lands mislead ****
nor poison me.
I feel safe in the dream scripted
for us crafted
I know there's only,
only one like you
There's no way they could have made two we are uniquely tied in one dream
St JudeOhpat my Saint
you're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for ever more
King of Hearts Adam true love
I am your Eve lover.
Thine beauty Eve is me Karijinbba
from here to eternity.
Ye paint mine own Heart's divinity;
two spirit souls forever one in unity
my first love my last
oh my everything!
glued together babe oh babe
sweet baby oh darling
I love you.
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By; Karijinbba 08-2020
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
i tried to die for you —
give my little body up for you :
and for
those
that i
loved
but maybe i didnt love anybody ,
and maybe
that’s why i stayed.
they say that pain is always temporary
but i don’t feel
temporary —
and
they say
that you can always
heal,
but instead, i guess
i
hurt the ones i loved the most
and then
realized there were people
watching .
.
i would’ve died for you ,
you know ?
hung my body up like a curtain -
a poison crown of thorns .
.
but
maybe god wanted you
instead.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC