"myrmidon" poems
body like a Hoplite,
raised from the dust to lay the land-
sent armed
ashen spear and heart,
trunks of armour clad legs
growing into the clay coloured Earth
rooted.
these lyre-heartstrings taut with longing.
to see
a browbeaten Myrmidon,
in daylight.
watch, as the breath of Zeus escapes
Grecian chests,
concave with muscle
Olympus itself exists within those crevices.
i lay offerings,
ambrosia soaked spoken word
at the under-flesh of your calf
laying beside myself
in hope the whispers bestowed to you from the Fates
on the eve of Troy
mean less with your lips, pressed to wine, against mine.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
i choose to be a misfit, it's part of my artistry. i choose to be a misfit, a pirate and a bandit. a slave to my ministry. i outwit your chemistry and scream from the pulpit. i awoke to explosions and time lapsed erosions. the air filled with fire and rainbow smoke. i couldn't find my breath, the bed was ablaze. i inhaled the nightmare and began to choke... just then, things went fragmentary. i was more than just a dignitary. i found myself in a cinerary, facing someone legendary, and they were me. so i looked up my apothecary, knowing that i should be wary. i quickly dispensed with commentary, avoiding all things monetary. but nothing's free. speaking briefly of the goings-on, i stopped to berate the hangers-on. my mouth wove a verbal marathon, it was a virtual phenomenon. lost in my ego. restless, like the myrmidon, i was unsure of my prolegomenon. when i heard the ringing carillon, i went for a swim in the phlegethon. like abednego.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
ACHILLES son of king PELUS of PHTHIA.
From near Thessalia not Sparta.
Born near where you parents married on mount Pelion.
Your mother Thetis a NYMPH known by AGAMENON.
King MENELAUS'S betrayal the Greeks all cross the Aegean.
Odysseus and PATROCLUS an armada some by passing the CRETAN.
Sons of Priam killed and only Odysseus escaped back to Ithica.
The BESIEGING of Troy in a wooden horse from Sparta.
Prince of the Myrmidon's to avenge PATROCLUS it's HECTOR you cut down.
All Troy did burn weak horse lovers they should have fled and in the RIVER STYX they would drown.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Supposez Goliath mené par Myrmidon.
Le cornac est tout jeune et la bête est énorme.
Le palanquin tremblant par instant se déforme
Et vous cahote au point de vous estropier
Sous ses rideaux de cuir et son toit de papier.
Un monstre n'a pas moins de roulis qu'un navire ;
Comme un vaisseau chancelle un éléphant chavire,
Et vous avez le mal de mer sur Béhémoth.
Le cornac, nain pensif, conseille à demi-mot
Le colosse, et le monstre écoute et ne se trompe
Sur rien, ni sur le gué qu'il sonde avec sa trompe,
Ni sur la route à suivre, et jamais l'éléphant
N'a peur, pourvu qu'il soit conduit par un enfant.
759
Feminism is lying
It is not driven by equality
It is driven by dominance
And I, a humble observer of what is both beautiful and empirical
Have no argument for the contrary
Their fertile nature and ensorcelling majesty, I am but a myrmidon
To what is the zenith of divinity
that this circumscribed world permits
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
One Destiny.
One goal.ants to the task ,warriors
One..death
Honor ?
Who is to say.
Freedom is not without cost.
Strong hearts meet task.
Weak ones can only bask.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
Writing wasn't an excuse
for feeling
Just a truer medium
of understanding
my sighs and broken
thought patterns
-cj
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC