Poetry Blogs (goddess)
She got a hand for every one of her virtues
Showing goals a path for the soul
There is nothing she can do
A goddess with a wealth of spiritual beauty
The moon will dance for her
Golden completion the lotus blooms for her
Not obsessed with what she gives or what she gets
Everyone loves her children are named after her
She gives good luck with ever touch
Wisdom and purity ...
Friday 24th July 2020 7:39 am
Blue thy name blue thou cosmos
Guide you’ve been, how shall I be?
Locked in solitude I miss thee
Self introspection and I see
The laughing element inside me.
Dear Goddess, Mercy!
Bless me divinity and everything fancy.
Dear Goddess, Mercy!
The Eden is full of flowers yellow and red
The trees bear fruits that God had said
Beyond the world some place unknown
Wednesday 22nd April 2020 8:28 pm
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
~~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
The lady was a goddess in her looks and demeanor. Very beautiful in every way. From the way she swayed her hips to her seductive smile to fluttering her eyelids. It was what wasn’t said that got men’s attention but the hidden and unseen, images placed in their minds eye. Only one man was lucky to own her heart. For a long time they were happy. Then he fucked it up big time. They ha...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:03 pm
The Goddess of war makes her stand in the upper skies,
pitting man and machine in deadly battle.
Hazy colours of blue and grey make way for burning
fire and pyres of smoke.
Up here she knows no mercy as men die
in a second to please her lust for death.
No one can beat her as she is immortal and ubiquitous.
Make just one mistake and she’ll ...
Tuesday 27th December 2011 2:24 pm
I've done some work on a previous blog entry, entitled 'Mammy Wata'. I hope it's now a little more complete, and makes more sense. I've a feeling it's going to be one of those projects that NEVER really feels finished.
The Yoruba verses
I - Constance
Who comes to visit me,
when the sea is fat with breath
and streets are quiet?
Who is it hangs, one-hande...
Sunday 10th April 2011 5:00 pm