Maid Of Sol
Ideal 'n' unalterable, merit believer,
travels on misty links of a lone soul;
a wraith I am in her mind, a glimmer,
she spells orisons, rainy maid of Sol;
and in a blest of time she descends,
from distant cumulus, collected rain,
amid blessings and dusk lights amends,
amid pensive lines to weave and reign.
Pondering 's the wind, waves foliage;
my sky reflects a deeper blue of sea;
continents away; a ruminative adage,
her lips will sing this ode on our quay.
With smiling face, gallivants in gusts;
quotable's her bestowed love, noble,
amid the upheaval of roiled thrusts,
a voice responds, far away to global.
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Byzantine knight
Swordsman on a holy mission,
his destiny is an infused road,
promising a transitional upload,
ahead to Acheronian contrition.
Triumphant is in armor wrought,
Byzantine knight of firm caste,
Catafractos, bullocky to waste,
a glorious life of death sought.
'With thine emblem victorious',
blade hammered in blue flames,
carved upon, ancestors names,
whose kill was as meritorious.
Elevates his arms to eagle form,
beneath the wall hordes assail,
when Helios appears far to sail,
killed barbarians in blade storm.
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Ate
-An Ode poem-
Strophe:
Shadows know the size of her love,
as night passes from her crossroad,
firm owls call to the stardom above,
while her songs back in time abode.
Stable strings the scene's stillness,
where her laughter waves in ether,
in small hours' thought's steepness,
advances silence, soft as a feather.
The owls stared with eyes of amber
a deity descended with stars' glare,
her eyes submitting love and candor,
that ghost time travelers, shared.
Antistrophe:
Brilliant the moon in ventured glory,
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Lady of God
Lady of God
Impenitent agreement, a promise of eternity.
A convent woman, a sanctuary. Obscenity
impending in every temptation's quell matin,
her adoration-values unequal, of waned satin.
A Holy Holocaust of sentiments of earthy offer,
a sanctity turned to embrace a holy transfer,
advertens in vows of austerity, a soul to gale,
as all expressions facial, pray on holy trail.
Her soul betrays just a hint of cry, her heed,
attentive to a Crucifix, a plasticity of mead,
sweet vow to him, to always, in dark, grope,
was it a certainty to be, with him to elope?
Perusing all her impudence, she withdraws,
ex-courtesan, God's covenant, unholy flaws,
now of eyes far to see, to carry any burden,
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Mizzen
Rivulet traveling in green field, of thin rain;
in a caper sweetly song, October fitting;
accurate lovely nature, precise to refrain,
mirroring forms of cumulus, in sky meeting.
Facial reflection of a child to navigate a cork,
a mizzen, as flow guides it, to distant sea,
white hopes in sepia recall this rain's work,
where the child is of nebulae, a departee.
Acceptable 's the drizzle in his soul, angelic,
a message that only estimable spirits trail,
when sullen darkness in his life is empathetic,
in rivulets of memory the cork returns in gale,
And takes his soul to ocean routes his mizzen felt,
in apparitions of his dreams to a rainy apogee,
where nimbus go vividly in sepia gloss melt,
where links of childhood are lucent reverie.
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Medusa
You invaded my world, a form glacial,
gorgeous you appeared and perfect!
But dismal evil, forbidding 'n' bifacial
with thy figure scenic and bedecked.
Medusa head welled from shoulders;
evil dark eyes adorned thy forehead;
wolf hidden cynodonts were encoders,
of your transforming grace to embed.
Gods! I yelled while graces deplored,
of your appearance evil and badness,
a moon of stupor, unfavorably adored,
our romance; an entranced madness.
Thus you appeared in my world, wicked;
Malfunctioning in a world of evil quash,
A nightmare came in my soul to nick it;
while Demons chanted winged to bash.
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Sky gathered stratus
Your eyes are holding the rain, shy to explain,
our shore of Spring waited, dreams invaded.
Soul expiated eluded, accepting death pain,
spiraling in void, extending, in a feast equated..
Then it was a past to glean oceans of margin,
our reasons stayed on windy, gray thresholds,
to become dreams, skies of solitude to wean,
a flow of tears in causes dear and cast molds..
I bestow honors up where heaven's borders,
expected me to shelter, world of a dim decry,
gray clouds and a fire of soul, and embers,
disdaining parallel lives, my ancestry to deny..
My hymn of sky gathered stratus, and cumuli,
a route to testify, to cry, in rain, my dark bride,
flying sole nimbus, my strophes, rules to apply,
a lonely cause, a solemn ebb of ocean tide.
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Evadne
Foam of ocean, royal blue of Aegean depths,
where deities like Triton and Nereus inhabit,
a hymn of fifty Naiads accompany the steps,
of Poseidon's bride, Pitanis, in Cosmos orbit.
Evadne, Nymph of Deep Blue Poseidon's ways,
bestowing Sovereign Olympus Charis, aborning
offspring of Immortals, beauty unfettered in bays
a Delphic God will claim her, his Lyra extoling.
Apollo, loved foam-purity's soul on bluish dyes,
paeans tuned as oracles of Pythian legends lead,
to embrace of immortal peaks, lines in skies,
Helios and Moirae spaciously weave gild to wed.
Evadne in Apollo's thoughts, his heart's wave,
Iamos was their son, to start a sacred tradition,
Olympic Games perceived in true ways brave,
as all descendants honored 'em, ruling patricians.
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The mast Hangs Aft
The Mast hangs aft; we lower our Top-sails.
seeking a birth, aptly captain conns the ship
the vessel bears under the course, furls on trail,
we strike the flag, pull it down upon the cup;
The helm is 'hard a weather', we stow the hold,
the mizzen 's abaft, we gaze land in niep tides,
seaward to the land, course offing and bold.
ship rides a thwart, then betwixt wind and tide.
Ebony trees. Darkened vastness, we abreast,
quarter winds in favor, we lay the quoil on shore.
A whisper rides overset, cold spell's obverse,
sudden of darkness fell, time dissembled yore.
In mist we hear a hymn, icy cords of tensed lyre
numb we launch hoe, maids beseeched, beg;
unintelligibly, our minds freeze, at sound eerie;
accordment passive, and offing, fore to clegg.
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Brass lantern lights
So egregious of a western datum to command
of this travel and conquer new, unknown lands,
what an effusive cause of my tidal obsequies,
my galley had taken an imperious route west.
Nomad women named of this, a ghostly route,
nobody had survived to report, or preached,
on new lands that no one before placed his foot,
my monkey shrieks at this analogy bewitched.
I spoke to the steersman to be aware of stars,
that shine south, beyond the parallel of N.27,
because their luminance is evident of storms,
and of the morning rainbow that brings tempest.
Brass lantern lights illuminate to a nowhere,
around the steadfast an immense void to dismiss,
lonely serenity embraces a dim fear, as we stare,
because dark monsters will emerge of the Abyss.
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