Poetry Blogs (2019, Greece)
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Flogita - 13 September 2019
a great sail fin of rock
high towering - dominant
haze hidden seat of hidden gods
and we, yes,
we would rise to their heights,
stand in their pantheon
to observe the tiny world
For from this seat
Prometheus set forth
and with Athena
set us in that tiny mortal world -
yet now we stand
Saturday 28th September 2019 10:18 am
are ripe on the tree
across the road
and the swallows
are skimming beneath the power lines
and the soft blue sky
The washing on the balcony rail is dry
The village dogs bark
Church bells summon summer in
and the early morning peace
is broken as a tractor heads for the fields
The sun heats the soft grey
feathers on the pigeon’s back
and he leaves his chimney perch
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:13 am
Boris lurks in clever Grecian lines
Pernod! Demos, oher!
I met her on Tinder, Medusa, she said she was Greek
Now I am stood here with a statue of Apollo
Bandaged babies, lepers and bikes
Refrain, refrain, rain
Boris Johnson is trashing
Davey’s wine bar,
Demis Roussos is singing ‘Do you
Think I’m sexy?’ to Angie and Dave
See the sea, let the wi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:25 am
I feel awkward without coffee
like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills
constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.
Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan
erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.
Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice
thick Teutonic forest leaning close.
Friday 3rd August 2018 1:08 am
Her once gleaming eyes
Now milk dull with fear and hatred
A once great titan brought to her knees, exhausted
Sensing defeat, she allows memories to overcome her
As the biting ropes cut into her legs and arms
Binding her forever more
To those she fought
Friday 3rd July 2015 4:05 pm
There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,
it can be what forms you.
It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,
a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -
bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.
I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.
I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...
Saturday 29th November 2014 10:59 pm
Eternity in a Chasm is my latest poetry video to celebrate National Poetry Day. Recorded in Kos, Greece, the poem was first published in Decanto Magazine. https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCv1WN4ZRhpBLr3nw1e168Cg
Thursday 2nd October 2014 8:12 pm
(to the tune of 'coming round the mountain')
The Greek people they have had it up to here,
With those ‘haves’ that say these times must be austere.
Forbes’ list shows the same old picture
The poor pay up - the rich get richer
Publishing financial crimes without a fear.
Has the Parisian Republic gone berserk?
I mean, growth through spending... ...
Monday 11th June 2012 8:19 am