"rhea" poems
XII. TO HERA (5 lines)
(ll. 1-5) I sing of golden-throned Hera whom Rhea bare. Queen of
the immortals is she, surpassing all in beauty: she is the sister
and the wife of loud-thundering Zeus, -- the glorious one whom
all the blessed throughout high Olympus reverence and honour even
as Zeus who delights in thunder.
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D- Daughter of Cronus and Rhea.
E- Every spring and summer her daughter would come back but then leave again for four months in the underworld.
M- Mother of Persephone and goddess of agriculture.
E- Eleusinian Mysteries, something that Demeter is known for founding.
T- The great Olympian goddess of corn, grain and the harvest.
E- Everyone would starve and the crops would die if Demeter did not do her job.
R- Responsible for creating winter and a mystery religious cult.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
And then
you find someone who
understands you don't
need them
but
there's an irreplaceable
desire for them
soaring through your body
© 2015 Rhea Nadia
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Above, beside and way below
Who are we but men to know?
Of three quite strong yet treated wrong
By The Sisters Three, and cruel was their song
The first, the second but not the third,
Mother's love finally bore hard
In solemn jest, she did what need be done
Lest all were lost, leaving her with none
Hædes the first entrée to Khronos
So was the *second of "The ****** Foes"
Then came Zeus, the third and last
Favoured was he in the days that pass't
Mother Rhea quickly thought out a plan,
She fed a rock to the cruel Titan
In swaddling cloth she wrapped the stone
Then in it went, to Khronos, unknown
Of age came he with rage and wrath
Poor was Khronos, who fell in his path
In awe, he gasped, "How could it be???!"
Then Zeus replied, "Oh yes, 't is me!"
And as per the prophecy, triumphant was he
To then save his brothers and be all he was meant to be
And now we know of Zeus above, Hædes below,
Posseidon with us and together we'll grow
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
As Mars ascended,
One split in two;
The mitosis of fact
Splitting right through.
An anaphase ritual
Lining the floor,
Where I wanted mine,
And you wanted more.
But Venus was kind
When last she was here
And gave us a gift
Of temporal fear,
So we’d done this before
And the God was decried,
Yet out of the darkness of space
He cried:
‘Oh come to me Father,
I shan’t be denied.’
And Saturn, he heard
As he fought with Rhea,
And looked at his mother
And the remains of Theia.
A plan came to mind,
A clever time trick,
And we were caught fast
By the Great Malefic.
As Saturn ascended,
We split up again,
With no time to heal,
Our love was in vain;
For Venus had long since
Bored of our space,
And our love had begun
The sad telophase.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
stôrm/
a violent disturbance of the atmosphere.
of my atmosphere
You are the only one I lived through.
- In a sense of comfort and survival.
They warned me about you.
They told me to pack my things while I was young and had time.
They told me to pack light because I would need what energy I had left.
THEY TOLD ME.
but I believed you would be gentle. I knew I had done just the right amount of observing and that I had you figured out. I told them not to worry about me because I knew exactly what I was dealing with. I told them I would love you, no matter the damage. "There is nothing that cannot be fixed."
And to this day I'm still holding onto that, trying to believe it.
This home I spent 22 years building and securing, is now one with the ground.
My walls that I finally found the perfect shade of teal for, all red now.
Standing in the middle of this ruin, no windows, no door, nowhere to hide.
I have fallen into disrepair and you meant to do it. It's in your nature and I knew it!
Was it confidence or ignorance that led to my unseeing belief in you?
(your ability to be tender and serene)
"The calm after the storm..." Is that what I was supposed to hope for?
No, of course not. I should have known better than that because we all know
Storms never do last forever.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Oh Kronos, you left me behind,
Speeding down the track to Oblivion
The seconds, the minutes, the hours fly by
And yet your hands pull further from mine
Dear Time, leaving me to wander,
What depths are there left to ponder?
Leviathan will consume us all
While you wait at the end with the glaring gall.
Speak to me through the threads dear tourist,
Lend me a sign, a clue, a hint you friend and altruist.
I cannot be left to drift in the futile battles already lost
My heart and soul are the final tokens to pay the dear cost.
You would leave your Rhea to suffer her children’s slaughter?
Eating the small things she holds dear, only to satisfy your lustful fear?
Time, hand me no more. Lead me elsewhere than your gut.
I am not to be fodder to the fireless man waiting at the end of time.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
Always for a reason bigger than both of us.
I cannot adjust these attributes you're so intent on changing.
The more I ask for you to just love me as I am, the further you draw away.
Like running towards the ocean when the waves are receding
then having them crash right into you once you're leaving...
its the way you cause me to feel.
The only way you cause me to feel.
The only feeling you're accustomed to causing.
Perhaps the only custom you're causing yourself to feel?
*You hate to love yourself
but you love to hate me.*
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
King of sky , king of thunder , zeus was the king of gods
Sixth child of rhea and Cronus , doom of titans he was
Being hidden in the caves on Crete
Nymph became her mother
Clashing weapons by curates
hid his crying thunder.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:06 AM UTC
That night we were perfectly irrational,
your mother spoke like Rhea in an ancient
Greek tongue. We straddled the mighty
Norton five-hundred and joked of Marxist revolution.
She tightened her arms on the ascent.
Danger flurried down our spines and palms
began to sweat. At breakneck speed we whipped
round snaking grey meanders along the cliff edge.
Our compass set in lunar chatoyance
the stars were squinting feline lovers
as the night light washed upon her eyelids,
lashed with jagged stalactitic silhouettes.
We coasted down a sandy path; emerging from the hills
where the shepherds’ ruby grins were the nights hue.
Hearts cast in iron and minds sat on sand,
the sky snapped pink to blue, to navy dogtooth.
The spider grass on the dunes, the mirage
of twisting dancers and sand storm pirouettes.
Full beams off, we’d blink and stand amazed,
that very trace of privacy at night
which leaves you dazed, for unlike the crowded
light of day which knows no heart nor wonderment
moonlight dances on the pier, and bounces off the waves.
My first born son who parts the fog and clouds
to carry primal thunder; I gift to you,
the joy of life, and beauty of the oceans wealth.
The sand will bed and water cleanse,
the tide will carry and coral mend.
Until you, La Pedarosa of the floating world,
may sail over those who tell of any boat
you cannot sink and any fleet you cannot fell.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
I'm a child of Saturn,
With power and grace
I'm turning in the Space
Timeless, vast, sprinkled
With stars, moons and suns
I'm always alone,
In the mirrored universe
I see my father Saturn
From far away, sunk in
Clouds of dust.
So many galaxies died
Until I reach him finally.
His rings of rocks and winds
Embrace me with his love,
His heart of liquid hydrogen
I feel from distance how it beats
With pulse of pure loneliness.
I'm Rhea, dressed with light
Of little moon, tulle and lace.
You couldn’t see me now,
My shadow is ahead,
I hide my face behind my father.
© n.nour
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
I read a book last night.
About a girl named Rhea,
Who put up a great fight.
But she lost either way.
And then I thought to myself.
"Wow her name is my name just that she has an H and I don't, but her name is my name.
Our personalities are the same.
Her pain was mine just that hers was more defined.
Entangled with horrendous secrets.
Its like our pain was intertwined"
I thought so much about this fictional character. She made me cry and then further broke my heart.
It then hit me.
"That girl is me"
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
This cafe is no Starbucks.
No tea leaf&coffee; bean here.
They don't even play music.
Instead of tables and stools,
I've found myself lounged on top
of a quaint, bohemian styled sofa.
I'm figuring the target atmosphere is comfort.
Its fitting, but not for me.
Old memories are sitting on the sofa across, staring right at me.
I have to remind myself not to wave.
*"Don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."*
Be that the representation of everything I have to let go.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
I walk on fire, my spirit is the beam.
This confidence that’s on my skin, I can’t take off.
It’s glowing and giving off shimmer, even in the dark.
I didn’t ask to be seen. Only needed to be heard.
My voice is dry, no flicker, no flare.
Domineering my way through the flood of still flesh, just to be the tongue of volume.
Refusing to subscribe to the code of this noxious world.
I am not the cure to worriment,
I AM THE THE RESTORATIVE FOR MY OWN ANIMA.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Feb 6, 2014, 11:37 PM
i miss you and i dont know where you are or if you'll even get these i just really hope youre safe and that you know i love you
Feb 6, 2014, 11:39 PM
and i dont know i dont have anyone to talk to so i'll just write to you i hope you dont mind
Feb 6, 2014, 11:42 PM
the formal got rescheduled to next friday (valentines day, blech) and he texted my aunt and she was like "thats okay, that just means you'll have to take her out tomorrow" and i literally laid down on the floor
Feb 6, 2014, 11:45 PM
i miss you
Feb 7, 2014, 1:33 AM
why do people not care about things or other people i dont understand
i dont know
why do people ask questions if theyre not interested in the answer
Feb 7, 2014, 1:34 AM
i hope your night was okay, i really hope you're alright
i love you man, goodnight
Feb 7, 2014, 2:53 PM
so chris told rhea that the only reason he started dating her was so that he could make gabby jealous or something wow
Feb 7, 2014, 10:40 PM
we got chris in trouble i feel so bad and apparently his mom is an alcoholic and like god, i dont even know i just wanna pat him on the head you know
Feb 8, 2014, 3:21 AM
**** i really miss you i hope you come back soon
Feb 8, 2014, 3:34 AM
i think i dont believe in love anymore
like in the way that i can see other people loving something or being in love with someone and that's perfectly okay and i can LOVE people and things but not well enough and i cant be IN love with anyone and i just i dont know anymore i cant tell if im the headfuck or if everyone else is
Feb 8, 2014 3:44 AM
but i love you
Feb 8, 2014 3:44 AM
whether it's me or you or both of us that's a headfuck and even if i dont really know how to be a good friend to you
Feb 8, 2014, 3:46 AM
i love you
Feb 8, 2014, 3:47 AM
always
Feb 8, 2014, 3:48 AM
i hope one day you're happy
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
To stand in my place means
to kneel where I've fallen.
It means crawling where
I've learned to walk
© 2015 Rhea Nadia
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
This is a man (Malcolm X) I believe gave our Black people confidence in times most needed. He extended common sense amongst scrambled minds and perspective to scholars who thought they had it figured out. His methods, must like a scientist. I'm speaking of the way he even compartmentalized subjects with much harmony and such fluidity. I respect the approaches he took to bind our Black people. I know that he held sincere compassion for the progress of our Black communities. This is why he weighs so heavy on us 50 years later. Probably heavier than ever, he resonates. He rises every time the consistent bullet of injustice pierces the flesh of our people. Each time one falls victim to ignorance or returns to the way they know better than to follow, Malcolm X is there. He is in our Black men, the rebellious hunger. The starvation and thirst will drive you to a point of discipline and control of self or the continuous massacre of dignity, pride and structure in the Black body. We are failing ourselves. We were once victims and for too long stayed that way. We are surely oppressed and have been for too long but we are not to feel sorry for ourselves. We are not to help the oppressor further press us down into our own graves. We are not victims anymore. We are not to allow others to sympathize for us. We are not the minority, they may say what they will. We have learned far too many lessons and we have had far too many teachers to continue letting this ignorance run through and destroy our beauty. Volumes of lectures, instructions - literally the key to rising is in our possession and we have failed generation after generation to seam our strengths and unlock what is already ours. We have been warned, it will not be an easy task nor a joyful journey. We will fight, we will bleed, we will not rest many nights, we will not look the same many years from now, we will not hold the same energy, we will not have the amount of time that we have at this very moment. The amount of time that we have to wake up, change and be better for those looking for answers 50 years from now. **Like those before us, it is up to us to leave our words, power and visions as the foundation of inspiration, as the response for what our struggle has really meant and the love that has to be built to get us there. *
*© 2015 Rhea Nadia
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
There's a rhythm to these 6 a.m. clouds.
A story to tell in each swirl of color
... much like her eyes, a blend of hazel.
Cloaked in mystery - and misery.
Proof that the traveling winds live within the strands of her light hair.
The blended beauty that blew from coast to coast...
6 a.m. feels like love.
As sure as you see daylight, there she is.
The woman who kissed those clouds behind millions of stars
just to prove that love goes the distance.
6 a.m. lasts all day, somewhere in the world.
© 2015 Rhea Nadia
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Let us lay in each other’s arms for love, not for rest.
To be born a second time and nurtured by each other’s heartbeats.
Let us create a sculpture from this emotional ********
Mold yourself inside my passionate flesh.
Allow your heart to reach where your hands cannot.
Allow your emotions to seep into the crevices your fingers cant.
Tie your limbs around mine to represent the gravitational attraction we’ve been fortunate enough to strike.
Let’s just lay here in each other’s arms like we’ll never lay our love to rest.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
*
*Gentle gardener
Heart screams when her fruits are plucked
Hope comes bolting by
*
*
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
"Forever?" she whispered.
I closed my eyes and held the bridge of my nose.
I sighed, "I don't believe in forever"
She gasped,
"You don't?", her eyes became watery
"The concept of forever scares me, The idea of looking deep into your eyes and prophesying forever only for it to not be forever", I cleared my throat.
"I don't want put us both in an emotional disaster, I'm not about building ourselves only to be the main destruction of this utopia"
"I love you in a way that I have never loved anyone, you're my first"
"My first kiss, my first spark, my first intensified butterflies, my first everything, I can't let a promise of forever get in the way of that, I won't and I'm sorry but I can't promise you a forever, I love you too much to sell each other dreams" I sigh
"I lost my best friends to a forever, The first one committed suicide and I don't know what happened to Rhea, she's closed off, she's gone, she's all ****** up and here I am recovering from the worst kind of pain because I found you", I sniffed, clearing my throat to force the silent whimpers down.
"I'm not ready for a forever", I bowed my head.
"I'm not ready to lose you", I whispered
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Deep answers to deep.
As I answer my self who pays the mort-gage
theoretical spin off ona mobius strip
from who uses war
on reality as art, thus artificial, officially
authorized use for brainless mortal minds
projecting
re- ah, rhea, lovely
-- in the future, to the reader
-- use these mentally any where these signal
¿:-,? something more is needed --
-- answers must follow preceding quest ions
not sparked piezo wise
Brakes. Sparks, , more than enough.
ok
Flint to steel, steel to towers, to antennae to now.
Kapow. we have always imagined radio and TV.
We think in ways Issac Newton never did imagine.
Jiggle the prism dangling from my partner's ear.
Rhea bhering all the gods, and there, errors
began, gin being spiritually essential
to geth to gather sense
signals sortive
suggestive
-yes, whatifery, we have that, how much do you wush?
One more breath.
Why?
Why do you ask?
We have a rule.
No wasted breath. Make every signal clear.
The next idle word we speak won't wo not
be spoken as once is wont for any unrefined term.
Time out. Selah. Take a thought.
- we have no angst, thus no anxious thoughts
- should you be shopping for such,
- those are outlawed here,
- theives honor, liars pledged allegiance-con carne
-
- aye, ai, no-- we as words in warring times make
- peace, no concarne mind heresy, see your self
-
do a little out of body experience imagining
you can do it,
melt into your chair, that
is the easiest position to begin
facing forward and falling with no fear,
until
something unnamed as yet no words may be
in the beginning of beginning your
agreement to be mindful of me,
in your secret you stash, your hidden power
valued in talents, specie solid real esse state being
omygoooooooooo
djasay I may break into song, as I see
where this is headed headed up to see
from below what an *** hat I am, at times
out of body low
low as a JD Sumner solo.
A drunken god declared there is, as in
so be it
wine that makes glad.
so be it
wine that makes glad the core of man-made
in my image, goodness of happiness in any time
One more breath,
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
I have taken so many breaths,
without you.
I have taken so many steps,
without you.
I have witnessed so many sunrises and seen so many sunsets,
without you.
I have waken up so many mornings
without you
and
slept countless nights,
without you.
I have showered many days,
without you.
I have lived through so many moons,
without you.
So when you step into my world,
I expect you to show me things
and fill me with miraculous sensations
that I could never experience,
without you.
© 2015 Rhea Nadia
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
*I need irreversible affection.
I need timeless passion.
I need allusive arousal.
Love is just the other half..
Give a first hand testimony to our bond.
Pay tribute to the nexus..
This connection is erected.*
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC