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Waiting for the Wrath of Mars (for ecrivan)
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Waiting for the Wrath of Mars (for ecrivan) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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remembering times I summoned Gods. A challenge, now, from ecrivan-- so warily I called Nimrod: "I pray you grant me cunning, Sir-- the keen of eye and stealth of foot-- lend to me a draught of strength and courage to do what I should." Surprisingly, his voice was mild. "Tell me then, what is your prey that makes you carry on this way?" but wavered voice betrayed chagrin. "I do not know what I long for, but I must hunt the God of War." it's not enough that you know Strife?, nurtured by the vile Discord-- you ask for that you ill afford!" "I do not wish to embrace War-- yet should I be denied my stay-- I swear that I'll die anyway!" Go then, child, to your demise." As all the stars of heaven cried, I shuddered as Orion sighed. Muttering, he waved one arm, "Strength can't keep you safe from harm." I fasted there for forty days. With bloodied hands, I dug my grave, and prayed my sins would be forgave. as one by one, I battled fears. I had to first survive the Hell, and slay the demons birthed by self. I gathered herb. I hummed The Tune of Summoning--I could not sing-- until I felt the quickening. Words in whispers must be kept. but know that some Gods' names are sung, while other names of Gods are wept. Forgive the silence of my ink. I cannot tell you--you must think-- the rule of rite of summoning-- repose~realized~remembering... I felt the need of fire's heat. I gathered rowan from the field. I bundled twigs, encircling me. and sandalwood of heady smoke-- I wailed as labor pain began-- I wept his name in love's recant. then scorned the Roman Mars as meek, boasting that I danced on grave and all the world was finally saved from Panic, Trembling and Terror. The sons of War, enslaved forever. His minions now were mine--by whim-- into the night, I laughed at him. and I fell deep into the Pit. Scenes of rape and riotry, crimes of war and bigotry-- the taste of bile rose in my throat-- and I collapsed before his throne. A poet? writing poetry? She calls herself serenity! Cute." He snarled derisively. She's a disgrace. Let her scream for sin of haste." I wailed to him--"But I love you! I gladly gave up light of stars to gaze upon the face of Mars. You are the mighty son of Zeus! I betrothe myself to you. I offer love as sacrifice. I stand before you, trembling bride. For you, I would die willingly, but first, I pray, you lay with me..." and he smiled to my surprise. "What a cunning bit of wile-- you are indeed a wicked child! How did you know what I long for? Alas, I can't make love and war. But would I could, I'd make you wife, but never shall I betray Strife." but no one else must ever know that on the Earth was moment's peace when God of War showed his mercy." by light of stars: "serenity dares wrath of Mars..." in twinkled script--he winks--"nice try." [This message has been edited by serenity (02-08-2002 08:37 AM).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
serenity, Nice try...to seduce Mars and walk away unscathed is no mean feat. To write about it with such style is amazing. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Incantation knows not pen. Words in whispers must be kept. but know that some Gods' names are sung, while other names of Gods are wept. Forgive the silence of my ink. I cannot tell you--you must think-- the rule of rite of summoning-- repose~realized~remembering... Thus came the dusk, night 'thirty-nine,' I felt the need of fire's heat. I gathered rowan from the field. I bundled twigs, encircling me. Around the raging eye of oak and sandalwood of heady smoke-- I wailed as labor pain began-- I wept his name in love's recant. I called him, Ares, of the Greek-- then scorned the Roman Mars as meek, boasting that I danced on grave and all the world was finally saved from Panic, Trembling and Terror. The sons of War, enslaved forever. His minions now were mine--by whim-- into the night, I laughed at him. =================================== "WHO DOES DARE TO CALL ON ME? A poet? writing poetry? She calls herself serenity! Cute." He snarled derisively. "Let her burn. She's a disgrace. Let her scream for sin of haste." I did the only thing I knew-- I wailed to him--"But I love you! I gladly gave up light of stars to gaze upon the face of Mars. You are the mighty son of Zeus! I betrothe myself to you. I offer love as sacrifice. I stand before you, trembling bride. For you, I would die willingly, but first, I pray, you lay with me..." ========================================== OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you eat before bed baby???? I want some of what youre having!!! KAREN??!!??!!! Do you know how AWESOME this is????? Do you know how cool this is???? You just kicked poetic butt girlie... this is an epic inspire...as my sweet Sy says...this is EPOPEE!! I dont know what the challenge was but good grief I know you had to have taken it to new heights...look at the imagery in this...and the metaphor and rhyme divine ... talk about working a theme to poetic perfection. Your muse is a heavenly body me twin ... and this is more impressive than I can express. Hows the view from up there baby  Yer so keeeewwwwl  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
*library* filed under K for KEWWWWWL You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oh well. I guess I wrote past the average attention span, huh? Thanks for sticking with it, Keth, and Jan! I think everybody should write their own hero's journey... this one was a lot of fun, and for a few hours last night, I was in mythology land! Thanks for reading, my little epic--I am grateful. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
"WHO DOES DARE TO CALL ON ME? A poet? writing poetry? She calls herself serenity! Cute." He snarled derisively. =================================== YES ...she is a poet!!!! a damn fine one ... and yes...shes cute too. No mere myth-God is a match for her or her muse. |
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Moonlight Romeo 
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
Mine is not the average attention span. This is not the average poem. Excellent in its thought and form. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  WOW!!! OH MY GOSH, THIS IS A TRUE CLASSIC EPIC, I LOVE IT!!! (BIG HUGGGSSSSSS) Oooooohhhhhh...your words always make justice and imagery come alive, this is fabulous, we can be anyone in our words and you are a true heroine of the pen!!! (kiss on cheek) We all love you so much, sweet friend, BRAVO!!! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karen, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Does the word 'submit'!!! mean anything??? This is truly exceptional!  |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
A true pleasure reading what can flow from the human hand and spirit, and having thus expressed your challenge to fight the God War,my ruling planet nonetheless!!Oh Queen of Hearts what can I do to seek your generous forgiveness leave your orchard of hearts and return to my accursed land of mortal souls  Great stuff would like to see more of this(shorter ones are good too..hehe)[This message has been edited by ecrivan (02-08-2002 06:48 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Kethry you are my "bud". I appreciate your replies and when they are complimentary I'm thrilled, because you call 'em as ya see 'em. Janet, you are a nut! Gawd, but I love you, what would I do without you watching my back, hmmm?  Moonlight Romeo, I thank you so much for taken the time to read my rather long winded saga, here. My gratitude. Noah, sweet Noah, I wish I had just a grain of your enthusiasm. Thank you for the applauding thingies! Poet D--submit is something that I am working on...grin, we'll chat later! and now ecrivan, I must thank you, because I had more fun writing this than I have had writing in a long time. I just lost track of all space and time, and yes, the lenghth concerned me, but when I went back to edit? Everything meant something to me...so it stayed. Thanks again for the challenge. No forgiveness necessary. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
and THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! BRILLIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! you are poetry in motion me twin... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I watched the sky as planets moved. I gathered herb. I hummed The Tune of Summoning--I could not sing-- until I felt the quickening. * * Incantation knows not pen. Words in whispers must be kept. but know that some Gods' names are sung, while other names of Gods are wept. Forgive the silence of my ink. I cannot tell you--you must think-- the rule of rite of summoning-- repose~realized~remembering... * * * Thus came the dusk, night 'thirty-nine,' I felt the need of fire's heat. I gathered rowan from the field. I bundled twigs, encircling me. Around the raging eye of oak and sandalwood of heady smoke-- I wailed as labor pain began-- I wept his name in love's recant. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have I mentioned that you ROCK!! On my best muse day, I could never write at this level.... you define poetry. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I have not a word to aptly describe the awesome poetic visions you project...in story teller's mode amazing and left speechless, no dumbfounded....incredible writing lady! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
All I can say is, Why have you never published? Looking for a new direction as you are? You have a calling, not faint,but loud and clear to all. Alas you do not hear and act much to our regret. Love, latearrival |
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water_stained_wisdom Junior Member
since 2008-03-07
Posts 28 |
As are we ... her books are in mourning, weeping each unturned page" Untitled Tears From this moment on ... all the words unwritten, belong to only you. In this sudden stillness, time unravels ... memories draped in shadowed silhouette your rhymes fall around me (cadenced pirouettes) a promise to remember (as if I could ever forget) "tortured beacons give off the most light" (if only the past was as easy to re-write) archived echos etched in shades of fading blue, may the goddesses be as merciful on us all ... its going to take much more than poetry to fill this sorrowed silence of you. ~~~~~~~~~ jm ... for "lovie" ... (ikykikyk) ****** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhY4LSqY3Ak "So don't leave me ... but I know you're justified" ***** Ghosts Of Jackson Square by Edwin McCain Ghost on the street today Doorways of Jackson Square In tinsel and tap shoes Mardi Gras beads in her hair Down to the graveyard She wrung out her hands As if he will meet her All day she stands So don't leave me but I know you're justified So don't leave me Cause a part of you in me died We wish ourselves beautiful We cry in the night And it's not the love you feared But the fall from the height My personal ledges Afraid to look down My crepe paper bridges Enough water to drown |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This left me breathless, a promise to remember (as if I could ever forget) "tortured beacons give off the most light" (if only the past was as easy to re-write) Little did you know that is exactly where she is going to rest, right at Jackson Square. The Gemini circle will never, ever be broken. She is in my very heart and soul. It will take way more that poetry - way more. A love like this one aches forever. Thank you. ♥ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
No mere myth-God is a match for her or her muse. How right you are! It is the unspoken words that are going to be an the ache. |
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water_stained_wisdom Junior Member
since 2008-03-07
Posts 28 |
thank you Sharon, It was hard to choose which poem to use as there were so many of her emotionally lovely style that I had set aside, but I picked this one as it showcased her exceptional talent to take a theme and craft the metaphor, imagery and rhyme to a higher level..and because as she said in her reply, she enjoyed writing it on a higher level as well. I met her here in the blue...it was only right that I say goodbye here as well. *May she find her peace in the mystic* Continued thoughts and prayers to her family in this exceptionally overwhelming time of loss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_Pn4OF2ktc |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know I thought of something last night - the fact that Karen's closest friends in Passions each had a "different connection," with her. Your mutual love of music for instance, and your love of using the dictionary as your canvas. With me I couldn't write like you two, but I could sure listen to her heart, and help in ways that worked. Those conference calls - remember? LOL, we could laugh long and hard on the phone and at least that one day was better. Each of us shared a different facet of that jewel. There was a full moon here last night, and I remember us laughing at ME when I said once, "We have a big full moon tonight here, do you in New Orleans?" Doh! I used to call her my blue butterfly, and tell her some day she would be free of worries. I hated those hurricanes! I hope she will be running up and down the French Quarter with flowers in her hair, bare feet, and have more Mardi Gras beads on that anyone ever has! I did this up a long time ago, never thinking that peace would become reality.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Amazing really! Dear Karen, treasure box of life's emotions, where are you sharing your soul's beauty? Missing you and your sharp mind. Sharon, what a beautiful message and image! Thinking of you, dear Karen, with love and admiration. Margherita |
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