Thread Rules: feel free to add on. Some of the poetry contains... err passionate imagery? Nothing obscene, but not for the prude of heart. No super duper mean criticisms please.
Aphrodite Awakened
Hands tracing over my voluptuous thighs
Strewn upon the grass as morning dew
Our garments of yesterday’s virginity
As lost as the falsities we wished true
Shackles of an unfeeling world
Numbed to God’s sublime beauty
Will tether me no longer
From this exhilarating infinity
The anesthetic called conformity
Has expired its grasp upon me
Passion the truest form of my heart
Liberated now in the dawn of my muse
Ode to Lawrence Kohlberg
I walked upon the sea
How it returns to her apprentice the shore
Washing over the rocks of ignorance
Smoothing them out, grinding them down
Forming them into the soft sand of hope
Here at the shore of eternity
Reminder of the vast world
My thoughts are carried to you
Old teacher
You saw a world of conviction
And had the courage to risk your life
That the children of Israel might live
And that the tempest not wreck their ships
Your mind was ahead of others
So brilliant and so complex
Working out of the wonders
Of the moral development
But the pain was spreading fast
And the world not catching on
To the idealism you so poetically described
The sun did not rise to end an infinite night
Winter frozen fast
Drive up to the coast
And surrender now to frozen bitter sea
Beautiful mentor
A husband and father
Herald of a message deaf ears don’t hear
Received into Atlantic’s breast
Poseidon’s kingdom your grave
I find a shell on the beach
Watch the sunset
And you return to us
Years later
Spirit dancing on the Pacific wave
Dear Odysseus,
How many nights I have spent tethered to my tapestry. Weaving away the fibers that protect me, and that cling on to the hopes that you will return. No man has ever matched the enchantment you have placed on my heart. I am teased by the echoes of your voice still resounding in the walls of our home, in the voice of our son. It seems the tears upon my pillow match only the countless drops of water in the sea you sail upon. I have counseled myself in shaken moments, and resolved to carry on without you. Others have tempted for your place in my bed, but how can I surrender to mediocrity? Some marvel at my loyalty to you. In all honesty, my loyalty to you is as natural as breathing. I tried not to be loyal, but my being could not do so. It is my only peace, my only way. I watch the sea every night, and I pray to the gods that one day you will sail on home. String your bow and slaughter the swine who make proclamations of love, seeking out only my wealth and my mortal body. I know not who you take to your bed in your journeys, or if they have enticed you beyond my capacity. I know not what wonders your eyes have beheld in the vast world of adventure and delight. If you could not be home I wish only that I could have been there. To have been watching the sun setting upon the edge of Earth’s reaches. To kiss your lips before we overcome the deadly grace of the siren’s call. Until we meet again, may my spirit be the beacon in the sapphire sky, rivaling the brightest star. Such is the intense burn and light of my love, and so great my resolve to protect you and bring you home. Follow its light in the darkness, and return once more to my arms.
Faithfully yours,
-Penelope-
Aphrodite Awakened
Hands tracing over my voluptuous thighs
Strewn upon the grass as morning dew
Our garments of yesterday’s virginity
As lost as the falsities we wished true
Shackles of an unfeeling world
Numbed to God’s sublime beauty
Will tether me no longer
From this exhilarating infinity
The anesthetic called conformity
Has expired its grasp upon me
Passion the truest form of my heart
Liberated now in the dawn of my muse
Ode to Lawrence Kohlberg
I walked upon the sea
How it returns to her apprentice the shore
Washing over the rocks of ignorance
Smoothing them out, grinding them down
Forming them into the soft sand of hope
Here at the shore of eternity
Reminder of the vast world
My thoughts are carried to you
Old teacher
You saw a world of conviction
And had the courage to risk your life
That the children of Israel might live
And that the tempest not wreck their ships
Your mind was ahead of others
So brilliant and so complex
Working out of the wonders
Of the moral development
But the pain was spreading fast
And the world not catching on
To the idealism you so poetically described
The sun did not rise to end an infinite night
Winter frozen fast
Drive up to the coast
And surrender now to frozen bitter sea
Beautiful mentor
A husband and father
Herald of a message deaf ears don’t hear
Received into Atlantic’s breast
Poseidon’s kingdom your grave
I find a shell on the beach
Watch the sunset
And you return to us
Years later
Spirit dancing on the Pacific wave
Dear Odysseus,
How many nights I have spent tethered to my tapestry. Weaving away the fibers that protect me, and that cling on to the hopes that you will return. No man has ever matched the enchantment you have placed on my heart. I am teased by the echoes of your voice still resounding in the walls of our home, in the voice of our son. It seems the tears upon my pillow match only the countless drops of water in the sea you sail upon. I have counseled myself in shaken moments, and resolved to carry on without you. Others have tempted for your place in my bed, but how can I surrender to mediocrity? Some marvel at my loyalty to you. In all honesty, my loyalty to you is as natural as breathing. I tried not to be loyal, but my being could not do so. It is my only peace, my only way. I watch the sea every night, and I pray to the gods that one day you will sail on home. String your bow and slaughter the swine who make proclamations of love, seeking out only my wealth and my mortal body. I know not who you take to your bed in your journeys, or if they have enticed you beyond my capacity. I know not what wonders your eyes have beheld in the vast world of adventure and delight. If you could not be home I wish only that I could have been there. To have been watching the sun setting upon the edge of Earth’s reaches. To kiss your lips before we overcome the deadly grace of the siren’s call. Until we meet again, may my spirit be the beacon in the sapphire sky, rivaling the brightest star. Such is the intense burn and light of my love, and so great my resolve to protect you and bring you home. Follow its light in the darkness, and return once more to my arms.
Faithfully yours,
-Penelope-
