My greek ancient tragedy

no limitations

  The Apollo Of Poetry Complex
a modern version of the Cassandra complex



alpha                                
                                         
depths of temptation; brown-eyed girl's
lips begin discussion, like investigative-
journalists reporting panic stations in
twelve o'clock headlines & documentary
trailers, now showing  narcotic  induced
warzone, rape ridden in carnivorous
hatred; packaged as 15 year old dates in
prostitution, heroin & satanic death;
yielding cold chromed machined-guns
screaming "Libya! Libya!Dollars for Africa!
(A modern day Troy)                                  

foresight American, trump of the parade
stomps-on-circumstance & alarms the
misconstrued relationship of democracy
versus liberty in a quick iambic dimeter
(given the topic prompt)
(given a new topic prompt)
turns triangles, eyes & owls from bankers
& rumours, to the trojan horse in the room
                         
beta                                          
                           
beckoning-boy-ears, deafening
blasphemous tears; mind encouraged
heart piercing enthused-informed-pupils
digging official nine-nymph-muse-lists
subconsciously; searching  volition
possibilities & similarities dreaming which
mythology nymphet appears?                
historic value seemed accurate,              
lacking in excited eyes & lust filled futures
left daughters of Orea, Aegeirus & Oreads
bereft, value-less & lifeless
   
               
gamma
                                                            
brown-eyed-girl sports shabby, seamless
shorts & a shako; memorabilia of shagged
out evenings shackled in the memory of
modern military madmen, arabian killers
nursing tortured memories. shelled silently
awaiting contracts & treaties from heartless
generals yielding death-squad-orders
in cold, wet, unlit, rooms of birthed hate
(hell's own residency)                                  
                                         
                             
"just know you can't sleep with me"
sternly echoes on steamed mirrors of
the gymnasium of mental water-muse
searches & mechanical microwaves              
binding single sided conversations
excavating facts that entice, binding
brains of possible suitor replacements
in damp damaged rooms of darkness
American towers, aeroplanes, bombers &
new documentaries "unfounded" yet soul
evolution backed in fact, like a lost
Hisarlık excavation of triumph
(muted  in  careless  humanity)                                          
                                         
delta                                                                   
                                         
beckoning-boy-ears, mutate to become a
resounding chorus; angles & calculations
as military general's name is confirmed
"Apollo"
she cried in the deafly silenced night.
faces delight knowing that no muse or
nymphet resides in this heart. as tears of
freedom from corrupt presidents & thieving
politicians sit vehemently ignored
in earnest stealth. Apollo had spat in lips,
snakes had kissed ears
"this; this is the daughter of Priam & Hecuba"
screamed heartily in eureka moments            

"Cassandra!"
echoed through dainty damp filled walls
"It's Cassandra!"                                          
                                         
epsilon                                    
                                         
                                         
brown-eyed-girl Cassandra, shorts & a shako
skips red traffic signals crossing intersection
198, commuting an unlit Vesper scooter
following moon-light, destination
candle-light;  living life read-right!                                          
                                                                           
                                            
-x-                                          
                                         
                                         
                                         
                                         
Author Notes : -                                          
                                         
1.a. Image reference :- The Louvre Apollo Sauroctonos              
Roman copy after Praxiteles (360 BC)                                                                                   
                                         
2. Information reference :- Apollo : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo                                            
                                         
3. Information reference :- Cassandra : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassandra_(metaphor)                                          
                                         
4. Information reference :- Nine Nymphs : https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymph                                          
                                       
                                         

Thank you Al for the "archi"(=the Alpha, the start, the beggining,the first..like when we say ancient its origin truly means the first in greek)
That was great
What is that with the greek letters in universities? (Irrelevant)
lol

personanongrata said:Thank you Al for the "archi"(=the Alpha, the start, the beggining,the first..like when we say ancient its origin truly means the first in greek)
That was great
What is that with the greek letters in universities? (Irrelevant)
lol

Thank you!
Your competition prompt is stellar!

;)

Stella is my second "first name" after my father's mother.haha real

Culture’s Gift

Discord is culture's gift
wars to state who's in the right
winners picked by rule of law
the losers gripe we're all confused
each side seeking angel's bless
the other in the demon's grip
this is the parties’ line
when the knives are set to dine

malice is the stated goal
when the enemies address the wrongs
only goodness is the cause
when the same is done by our side
no nonsense is the only goal
while dogma tips the stated scales
fun house of mirrors walked
as all fall to Cassandra's fate

the last to hold the sword does win
dismemberment becomes the game
ultimates are at finger tips
while hands are amputated at the wrists
words placed in the other mouth
turned to poison by sleight of hand
sadly our voice is lost
by ventriloquist of foe's ilk

exclamations made to trap
quotation marks set the pace
nuanced trails led to grief
for friend and foe to contemplate
the list of ironies is too much
from word to sentence then to grave
culture wars will find their end
when sacred hope is buried there.

Cassandra

Cassandra calling
prophetic disclaimer
of events befalling
the insensible ones

when she does speak
regretting the pain
worlds are fast lost
on words then unheard

to kiss would be pleasure
if it were the way
when spit is the answer
betrayal is plain

blind lead the deaf
each keeping their council
while Cassandra berates
the fallen of heaven

the stubborn resist
unconcerned for their past
the future unhinges
on the lore now deplored.

Melpomene (muse of tragedy)

Flesh like spirit, soul of night
skin as white as angels' flight
dark hair like wings of some loved dream
which steals away within the night
Upon her gaze I was enticed
to kiss the devil's sacrifice
and cursed that it was not yet time
to be with her in paradise
and with her kiss I'm always cursed
to taste the endless universe
upon her tongue a song is sung
which never could describe the thirst
Her lips with which her throat like fire
whispers in my own desire
where new life buds my very blood
has stained the lips of that vampire
I fall within her loose embrace
like feathers from a phantom face
pressed against her naked breasts
seducer of the human race

that was a great entry archetype23, thanks
mythology says muses , daughters of Zeus and Mnymosyne(Rememberance) gave us arts. Melpomene, with her tragic mask in one hand and a knife on the other , gave the art of performance the tragic pain
!!!

Know thyself
Heal thyself
Be thyself
Free thyself

Greece

It happend
there
one mans view
a little freedom
so we could
choose
it happend
there
when the children
broke
the ones
who held the guns
it happend
there
when modern freedom
nearly begun
to bring our loved ones
into the sun
it happend
there
when we told our children
it has finally begun
a little freedom
under the sun

The cave

This system
that we see
has been weaved
for our comfortably numb
abyss
for our ignorance
to grow
in the fertile ground
within the cave
of plato
where the new seeds
that we breed
becomes barron
of the thoughts
of what could be

so happy to see another greek flag in DU , Drone,lol

Harlots Turning

Harlots Taking

In my eyes blue as the cold of death
Floating
In pools that shimmer horizon
A mirage to my outrageous thirst
That hangs on
In insect exoskeleton claw grip
Stuck yet fragile
My vulnerable mind willing to play the fool
In return for not knowing the truth.?....
Or rather....not listening

In my eyes blue
You see suddenly
A station change  gone white noise
It's noxious buzzzzzz
Alienates my thought from action
Or rationality
And a mad man twist begins
Screwing rage into tempestuous hate

And evil dances in on graceful foot
Easing herself into my good graces
And we giggle like school girls with secret plot
A  eucharist of deep red weep
Is gingerly placed by fingertip
Onto the girlish swell
Of ruby lip

She warns me....shut out their cries
Your blood lust alone will not be shelter enough
To shield you from old sympathies
Hear them only hurling their diatribe
Reducing you to nothing but a hole for cocks
Hissing disaproval of your appetites
Until your man spat his accusation
On the place previously reserved
For jizzzz

And then my darling....
Swing with deadly accuracy
Until you feel the warm red droplets of justice
Anointing you clean of their mark
A blood let baptism washing you free of mortality and good
Welcoming you wildly into your sanguine need
Monster goddess