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Piéria

                 Piéria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “the Muses’ ancient home between the roots of Olympus and the sea; to where ‘Pēneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star’.” ~ F. L....

No One

                       No One When you are dead, the violets will bloom In quiet purple or in white. The years Will pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loom With blossomed frost on window panes. The spheres Above this world will spin and sweep until Eternity...

The Degradation of the Divine

  The Degradation of the Divine The gods have been reduced to ploys for ads, Cartoonish movies, and perfume campaigns For goddess-like attraction, and for fads Like PS4-ish war games. Gods’ remains Are just commercial or for trivial Stupidities.  The great gods...

Northeastern Regions

          Northeastern Regions In parts of Europe where no lights had burned In people’s minds, dark ages (when they came) Brought nothing new.  No Ovid there had churned Out verses made of sun and sex.  His flame Of silliness and peccadilos had No sway in huts...

Hair Penetrating Hair

    Hair Penetrating Hair Why men grow strands in noses is beyond Me, frightfully unsightly as it is. I can’t imagine anyone who’s fond Of ugliness like that.  I mean, Gee Whiz, It’s sexy as a witch’s withered tit And yet the ones who fancy men must put Up with the...

Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet

                              Erde und  Himmel:  a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you.  It looked like you, though.  Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...