Poetry Blogs (Greek Myth)
Far too clever for his own good
Deceitful and quite crafty
He got up to stuff that no king should
In fact, he got plain nasty
Killing folk and cheating death
Is not proper or obedient
Thus when it came to his last breath
Zeus couldn’t be less lenient
Forced to push a boulder up a hill
But never reach the top
Could make a chap feel queasy-ill
If not allow...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:16 am
My love is a two-edged weapon, wielded by insecurity and sharpened with fear.
Akin to Pandora’s pithos, it remained concealed; destruction would only come of openly sharing it to the outside world.
My heart is shielded, once scarred by mistrust, now a lone vessel playing a broken melody looped:
Just as soldiers march through wet trenches in perf...
Friday 16th February 2018 1:26 pm
~~Orphan phantom all alone
Within reach from dusk till dawn
Scuttling limbs of Arthropods
Play the harmonious earthly cords
Bitter velvet in water’s core
Chanting monks, four by four
Angelic screams jogs the storm
As hounding harps rabbits their form
Burning icebergs cremating ghoul
Ecstatic mermaids make love to fools
Travellers boat, companion Charon
Spring has lost to Persophone
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:29 pm
It speaks, says they
In a form of perish
She sleeps purely
to only start waving
to them and their
little deformed spirits
Come closer, hence –
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:26 pm
etched in gloom.
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
eyes, as heads,
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
the skin of time;
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
Somewhere, the 9 till 5 office worker stops me with a deadpan stare,
Fixes me with the times of timetables passed, the graph paper squares
Of tomorrow’s schedule. The high-rise offices never bother to look down.
I never liked the city.
Never really cared
for the city’s callousness, its daily suicide,
the shadow at the top of each building that watches with certainty.
Tuesday 31st January 2012 9:14 am
We're indebted to the Greeks
For exposing the leaks
In the Eurozone
Could the Parthenon
Once again be
The birthplace of democracy
Thursday 30th June 2011 6:53 pm
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
Created by the Gods
Pandora left her mark
Thursday 20th May 2010 9:42 am