Poetry Blogs (ancient)
Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,
unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,
all encompassing Nut,
whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.
of such fierce womanhood I would hear.
But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,
Only for that bulbous bum.
Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad!
Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,
Thursday 24th January 2019 4:45 pm
While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night
I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged
by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight
an inner shout; the fearful dredge
of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;
remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.
South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle
as night-walkers, stepp...
Friday 27th October 2017 12:55 pm
King of the world for my time,
I ruled the world, and in my time
There was no death nor disease
(Except, of course, tooth disease
Which we will conveniently ignore).
My father was the sun, and I was
A simple farmer believing in the
Old ways before I met my destiny.
The creator of all things came to me,
And called me to be a prophet.
He asked me to spread his words,
To make his religion,...
Wednesday 11th January 2017 6:51 am