Category: Poetry

  • Demeter and The Eleusinian Mysteries

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    Demeter in the Eleusinian Mysteries (from google)

    Veiled in the ancient shrine of the mysteries,
    Robed in the esoteric knowledge of Olympus,
    There appeared a numinous woman on the altars
    Of a great temple built by Keleos, King of Eleusis
    At the instruction of Demeter, the disguised goddess
    Presiding over grains and the fertility of earth in distress,
    For her daughter Persephone, deflowered by Hades,
    The god of the Underworld was still retained in Hades.

    The tale of woes so lachrymose with her eyes so dolorous
    With the tears of the goddess welled with pains of heartaches
    Began as Demeter called Keleos and other priests by the altars,
    All of whom were equally intoxicated by her divine humanities
    Of Anguish, Despondency, Dolefulness, and even Wretchedness
    And listened to the elegy of their goddess of sacred grains
    Of earth where now was barren and fallow for she was without grace .

    “My daughter Persephone, the apple of my eyes, Flower of Flowers
    On earth was ruthlessly ravaged by Hades, that dreadful Hades,
    Of the Underworld, who then abducted her to his realm of darkness
    Where only shadowy spirits wander with eyes depraved of lights,
    Where the shadowy spirits importune for drops of blood for prophecies
    To those a few mortals of valor destined for performing heroic feats.

    There, Persephone, my beautiful daughter, was bound to Hades,
    Who was also a brother of Zeus, god of gods, the ruler of the Universe,
    Who was also an accomplice of this great crime, this god of gods!
    Alas! Where’s Justice? Where’s Nemesis? Where’s God of the Universe
    When this god of gods connived at his brother’s crime and sealed the mouths
    Of other gods and goddesses who were nothing but divine cowards?

    Thus, I searched high and low for my dear Persephone for nine days,
    And on the tenth day, Hecate, a daughter of Rhea, and the sun god Helios
    Came to me, for their pangs of godly consciousness disturbed by the pathos
    Of my grief and lamentation was more divine than their divine essences
    To tell me the crime of Hades and where my Persephone was that was
    Hard to bear, harder to believe when my divineness was betrayed in Olympus,
    Where all but I, the goddess of grains and fertility on earth was left amiss!

    Thereupon, I fled Olympus, the ghastly place of godly beings in idleness
    Who were nothing but abductors of fair maidens, manipulators of wars,
    And conspirators of jealousy, all of it was against my nature and sacred office
    With righteous contempt for all of it, I left that place of lewdness,
    With no regrets, but with a longing heart for my Persephone in darkness.

    Into this land of Eleusis, your land of Eleusis I wandered with hopes
    Of meeting my Persephone one day as an old slave woman in disguise
    Named Doso and met your wife by an old well near your splendid house
    Where I became a burse to your son whom I fed ambrosia at nights
    For Eternal Youth and put in the center of fire for Immortality, my Graces
    To your kindly family till your wife full of foolish speculations
    Betrayed my sacred appreciation and divine intentions and thwarted your son’s
    Gifts of Eternal Youth and Immortality, the essence of the Immortals in Olympus!

    Here, you built me my temple in honor of me, to initiate the Eleusinian Mysteries,
    My Persephone will also preside for her four months’ stay on earth from Hades,
    Alluring her to eat four pomegranate seeds, so she can’t stay here in bliss
    For ever, forever with me, when the land will abound with crops and flowers,
    And when you will purify yourselves with nine days of fasting and celibacy
    with a consecration of the first grain harvested first of the year for the rites
    In honor of me and Persephone, the goddess of spring of blissful liveliness.

    Thus was a tale of the goddess, who was the goddess of humanities in essence,
    Who was the goddess of the Eleusinian Mysteries with full of arcane principles
    Of Purity, Morality, and Humanity, sealed in ancient secret rites so mysterious,
    With sacrosanct pledges of select a few mortals mystified by the Mysteries
    That would elevate the excitement of the souls and the passion of the hearts
    Like no other in this world and in that world, afterlife where the spirits
    In bliss promenading in the Eleusinian Fields boundless into the Mystic Universe.

  •  Anticipation

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    from google.com

    Flowers spring from the grounds,
    Spirits are high above in the sky.
    Spring will come in seconds,
    Winter will soon leave in gray.

    Monday, March 28th, 2011

  • A Wreath of Wrath

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    from google.com

    He was angry with his foe
    And his wrath grew strong
    Till his wrath became aglow
    With his vengeful wish all along.

    He went to an old witch on a hill
    As his wrath was growing stronger
    And asked her for a portent spell
    To fill his foe with wrath of an avenger.

    Thus was laid a wreathe of wrath
    On his foe by the paragon of wrath
    That consumed his everything to ashes
    Ere it bore a fruit in his foe with gashes.

  • In the Ruins of the Temple of Artemis

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    Artemis, a Goddess of the Moon (from google)

    Over the relics of the marvels that belonged once
    To a sacred dwelling of a Lunar Goddess, a divine
    Maiden of Wild Beauty and Eternal Chastity destined
    To chase the wild from dawn till dusk with her golden
    Arrows missing nothing even from the top of Olympus,
    A High Moon spoke with full of pathos of her immortal story.

    “I once lived on the isle of Sicily with Athena and Persephone,
    Gathering flowers in the Elysian Fields during the days,
    Weaving our father Zeus’ robe at nights under the Moon and Stars
    Enjoying our muliebrity unscathed by the lust of amorous men
    Whose lascivious desire of women would forever be inordinate,
    Spurning Eros, Aphrodite, Songs of Love, and Bliss of Marriages.”

    “Then heard was no more; a mirth of our Persephone was heard
    Nowhere, for Hades, the god of Underworld, swiftly abducted her
    In his chariot and disappeared into the pit of the world down under,
    Where I and Athena could not penetrate even with our divine aide,
    Ending the blissful companionship of sisterhood for once for all – forever!
    And thus I left the isle in quest of eternal pursuit of wild beasts alone.”

    “Immune from the spells of Aphrodite and the arrows of Eros,
    I am an eternal maiden who is free from marital obligations
    So that I can chase down wild beasts with my ever loyal hunting
    Companions of a Bear, A Wolf, and a Stag behind me all day long
    And dispense my vengeful justice to all devoid of decency and civility,
    Like the ones who were cruel to my mother, my brother, and me!

    Such was the litany of woes told by a Goddess of the Moon
    On a night when a Full High Moon filled the night alone,
    Shining brightly alone above a lonely traveler listening to her
    Tale of her divine destiny of solitude chasing her objects of
    Pleasure for ever- forever continuing till her father Zeus takes
    Away her immortality in pity and makes her a star next to Orion.

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  • Gone with Tears

     

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    ‘The Angelus’ by Jean Francois Millet

    Gone with tears are the four hearts of four souls,
    Weeping for the world pitiless, merciless, cheerless,
    Overawing and expiring the tiny flames of four lives, and
    Leaving their remains soaked with tears with no friend.

    Hope? Forget about the vanity of ethereal remote longing,
    Unavailable to them, unthinkable to them, for their suffering
    Was theirs, theirs only, theirs alone, not ours, not yours, not mine,
    Thinking “Thank God, it’s them, instead of me” with a glass of wine.

    Where was Charity when the four souls- two parents, two babies-
    Were forced to wander around in the vacant lot nights and days
    Facing daily unkindness, hopelessness, rejections, humiliations
    Gnawing every part of them till their spirits plunged to a low bottomless?

    Woe is to the four souls aborting their Fates so hard, so harsh
    In defiance against such Fates that even allowed no remote wish
    For instant happiness and now wandering the Place of Grief where
    They tell us their failed dreams and disappointments hard to bear.

     

    P.S. : This poem was written in memory of the family of four found dead in the backseat of a van in the parking lot of a CVS store located in Garden Grove, California. It is said that the family seemed to live in the van for about six months or so. The family was composed of a father, a mother, a two-year old daughter, and a nine-month old son. Although the Police is  investigating the cause of death, I can’t shake away my strong speculation that it must have been a case of suicide… Hence, this is how I feel about these souls who had no choice but ending their own – including the little ones of their own- . If the father or the mother could have gotten a job, or if anyone could provide them information on how to get public assistance, such as acquisition of housing and food stamp, they would have been with us… They should have not died… I wish they would rest in peace., especially those little ones as my heart is crying…

  • In a Twilight Dream

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    courtesy of google.com

    In the wee-hours of waking from a slumber which
    left me bewitched and reluctant to slowly
    return to Reality pervading me inch by inch,
    My eyes saw them glowing in the twilight silently.

    The faces – the faces! – those angelic faces
    of the celestial choir of Cherubims and Seraphims
    with the eyes of stars in the night sky, but alas!
    those eyes, those starry eyes full of silent woes!

    As the dawn’s breaking, and breaking ever rudely,
    the faces with the fateful eyes becoming faint and fainter,
    and the candlelight by the bedside flickering weakly,
    My eyes saw the Lights of Life growing big and bigger.

    That heartache puncturing my heart in every pieces,
    filling the voids with perpetual pathos of longing
    lingers in the remains of the days till my soul sees
    the sorry faces to tell them I love you, and the love is never-ending.

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