INDIGO TOO

11 Saturday May 2019

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INDIGO TOO

blue sky
so blue
every vein in
my brain bursts

until the Universe
is like shot with a
red filter is
like Doppler receding

my hair
my life
red shifting out
of nowhere

and I do love
spontaneous combustion
creation
ex nihilo
(my ex is
a nihilist
after me
she became a nihilist)

but deus ex machina that
almost my logical
definition not
my true love

the idea that the Universe
(slime-ball it sometimes is)
should contrive to
send down a chariot
teleport, use the
Led Zeppelin escalator

to save some golden god-Emperor
whose life is all
about

reflecting the light

save him from crude
poetic justice, rewrite
his history airbrushing all flaws

this after caught flagrante delicto
in act of
swearing my
true love into
absolute self-slavery and
sexual submission

until she is but a discarded, blissful shell
of a character,
item of convenience

sacrifice most divine
(echo with me
always: her last delicious
licking of lips)

blue sky then
lots of cool blues to choose from
ice to cerulean
turquoise, indigo too

AGAIN

27 Saturday Apr 2019

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AGAIN

For years I dreamt of first alien contact
viewed through the mythology
of classical times

(our world hardly having progressed much, going for
much flimsier structures, shabbier ideas,
reintroduction of slavery,
poetry that
anyone with half an ear
would not wish to read)

and so I scanned the stars once again
carefully, but not exhaustively,
looking for signs
and signals yet
conserving my energies

no sense in arriving home dead
and dispirited
unable to rise in
mortal human homage

should Aphrodite care to visit
(honoring me again).

APHRODITE 2.0

25 Thursday Oct 2018

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APHRODITE 2.0

I trolled
your page
it was
all the rage

so many heart emojis
seemed like
Aphrodite’s
second, third
coming

to which I would add
in such a
sublime comparison

every part
looked the part.

RED, GOLD

25 Tuesday Sep 2018

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RED, GOLD

Red, gold
all that Sun energy
a sight to
behold

so much so
the gods thought
hubris, the gods
got jealous

the dark gods of
the raven, the bear,
hawk and panther

the old Viking gods
with their falcon and
eagle feathers
and armour forged
from ancient Pittsburgh steel

gods who could not bear the thought
of our team turned titan, our team become giants

and so
they
used their powers, as angered gods do,
to hurt and
humiliate, destroy the hope
of something bright, something new

players of light, players
of fire,
players bright as sapphires

diamonds
dug from our Niner mines

to mock them with their fragility, frailty
remind us that they are human
all too human
the golden thread of

their sports’ glory

so easily
cut.

ORPHEUS (IN TOTAL)

30 Thursday Aug 2018

Posted by drdamiang in classical, gods and goddesses, loss, mythical/mythological, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Underworld

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ORPHEUS (IN TOTAL)

eventually I let go
allowed that river to
draw me along

deep underground, to
the edge of the Underworld

and there
in that place of ghosts
and demons of the spirit
under cruelest of tutelage
I learnt to
play my song (my fingers
healing after terrible exertion)
sing
that which lies at
the heart

of everything

and nothing there was
that would not listen, could
not be moved

and why
should it
not be so?

this the pain I had
to pay
the life
to exchange

the Sirens so quiet
they know
here they
have no power, here
the loss
of beauty by
comparison
total