Poetry competition CLOSED 19th June 2019 8:03pm
WINNER
gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
Ode to Venus
Veruca Salt
Hear me o’ ye great goddesses of rock,
You wowed our minds with many a song,
Men vowed lust and loyalties to you but I
Swore my love would always be strong.
Thy gifts of skill and beauty deeply enticed,
Thy rhythms reverberated through my soul,
Thy voices echo through the caves of my mind,
All the while you wildly rocked and rolled.
In those early days men like me were entranced,
By the vocals of goddesses rocking the world,
Their splendor unique it was completely enhanced,
When their guitars screamed and sultrily whirled.
And when they sang our hearts melted with want,
A sound of youth and desire awoke from within,
A profound truth with a fire provoked it would haunt
Our dreams with a primal need for some original sin.
Their hair, their eyes, their mouths, the way they stirred,
Their words roused many emotions never felt before,
Alluring the mind and body with something unheard,
Filling our spirits with melody and yearning for more.
Hear me o’ ye great goddesses of rock,
Thy rhythms still reverberate through my soul,
Desiring with lust, love and sheer admiration,
After so many years filled with your rock and roll.
Venus
You rise in the twilight
for I too bask in the dark.
While I desire the burning daystar,
I thrive in the night.
You’re ornamented with hues of
Hell and Heaven, lust and purity.
While I embellish the hues
of an angel’s velvety cape.
They say that your realm is tormenting,
whipped in lashing wind,
merciless sexually,
while you indulge in lustful divinity.
You are the burning star in my night sky
when I am with you.
Mother of love, sexuality,
do what you will!
You glisten like a star
and wink at me constantly
through the veil of black.
As for love, my heart mourns and sobs.
for I too bask in the dark.
While I desire the burning daystar,
I thrive in the night.
You’re ornamented with hues of
Hell and Heaven, lust and purity.
While I embellish the hues
of an angel’s velvety cape.
They say that your realm is tormenting,
whipped in lashing wind,
merciless sexually,
while you indulge in lustful divinity.
You are the burning star in my night sky
when I am with you.
Mother of love, sexuality,
do what you will!
You glisten like a star
and wink at me constantly
through the veil of black.
As for love, my heart mourns and sobs.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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