Nesreen

The tempting, dancing Nymph performs her chore,
unfolds in air, resplendently and splays
datura flow in mind her moves implore,
her vision passed.-  a wraith on thoughts, she stays.

Upon her altar sacrificial tolls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
manipulates and in half light, enthralls,
ethereal to conquer and divulge.

Instinctive ancient dance, the crowd accourts,
she flows in veins, red aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet - but one she thwarts -
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

And triumphant aggresses with applause,
(blade-splendid in her bedleh and shalwars) ,
unfolds her wings, a desert hawk that claws,
betrayed male minds with apathy ignores.

She dances, and her jingling cymbals rings
incursion of a deathly whiff and rye;
monotonous the Dervish siege she sings
for victims of her charm, eager to die.

© Georgios V. 08-25-2013 All rights reserved

elegant giraffes

He wondered if his verse was made for mules
or chickens cackling their jazzy tales;
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls,
by elegant giraffes and crazy snails.

Amid the donkeys, in his country cot,
while gulping spirits the pig-farmer writes;
his scrawl becomes a cultivated naught
and straight he quaffs one more for his insights.

The detrimental muse of his confused
absconding inspiration, though, evades
poetics so much alcohol-abused
and drinking up the Absinth liquor, fades.

The prompting advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment 'superb'!

© 06-27-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(English sonnet, Iambic pentameter

ghostly barque

ghostly barque

The seabirds fly amid the clouds
and all along fear naught to stray
accompany the autumn shrouds
that deference the rain's ballet.

Define me in their source of gray
where sky dimensions sting like thorns
with flash and thunder to convey
rain's irreversible each morn.

Beloved picture here returns
before me blooming glowing light,
some prominent September ferns
and primrose scents define the night.

Up there our songs recite above
obsidian glass of granite crags,
the scents and railleries of clove
and breezes, too, caress the grass.

Two forms are dancing on the field
evanescently feast in dark
the waves become their nightly shield
as they set forth their ghostly barque.

© Georgios Venetopoulos,08-12-2013 all rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

Μαέστρος ΙΙ

Μαέστρος


Αερικό του ορεινού κι ατέλειωτου χορού
ασφάλτινος ο δρόμος ζωντανεύει·
εκεί που κατευθύνεται το διάβα του καιρού,
στου άπειρου τ' απέραντα ερέβη.

Κουβέρτα εβένινη νυχτός και πέταγμα του νού,
των φύλλων αγκαλιά τον σαβανώνει,
που γίνονται αλλόκοτη υπόσχεση κενού,
ο βρυχηθμός της μηχανής, παγώνει.

.............

Ιδανική χορεύτρια σε χρόνια αντικρινά
ωδή συγγράφει στης ζωής την άκρη
της πρωτινής αντάμωσης φορά τα γιορτινά,
και άνθηρα στου άνεμου το δάκρυ.

Και ο χορός τους λέγεται το τάνγκο του καιρού
επιταχύνουνε κι η νύχτα φεύγει
ασπάζονται τις αστραπές, στην άκρη τ' ουρανού
κι η θαλπωρή της μοναξιάς τούς στέργει.

..............

Οριακά, στα κόκκινα, ηχεί η μουσική
τετράχρονης στον παγωμένο δρόμο
βουνίσιο οδόστρωμα, των άστρων εθνική,
πια της ζωής του καταπάτησε το νόμο.

Ω! Πόσο τέλεια χορεύει κι είναι χθες,
μαέστρος, στροβιλίζεται στο χιόνι·
κι ακολουθεί του ουρανού, ιδανικές τροχιές
καθώς το πεπρωμένο του ανυψώνει.

Copyright 2015-01-16, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Ίαμβος 14/11 συλλαβών)

Young lady Mary

Young  lady Mary walks on the meadowland
composing a romantic pentameter twixt
the sovereign trees, meantime the zephyr sound
and her Iambic knitting intermix.

So amorous, she paces on the ground,
where gracefully the butterflies romance,
divine her inspiration, in command,
requires in verse the nature's élégance.

Her carefree Alexia-dog is jumpsing round the trees
so blithely at the insects laughs and woofs,
the bees encounter blooms inside the breeze
and harvest nectar nighly and aloof.

Whate'er the maiden's inspiration forms
disperses round the flowers and the trees,
the dreamy pentameter, hence, transforms
to abstract lines the buzzing bees appease.

'Woof hither not, ungrateful doggy mine,
my lines' last syllables repose unstressed;
while thou art dancing round the blooms and pines,
I'll miss the deadline of the great contést.

Apollo, bless my metered création
and countenance me as thy designee
while I pronounce my heart's déposition
to be perpetually thy devotee.'

Marmalade upon the bread

Marmalade upon the bread   7
- yet not there alone -   5
tempts the birds to taste the spread
search the unbeknown.

Stood before them, overwrought,
- Poetry and Art -
clever efforts led to naught
sweetness to impart.

© 2015-04-07, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Trochaic 7/5)

My Adiabatic Love

My Adiabatic Love

'My adiabatic love', she smiled;
event encountered in tales;
exclusive were our input trails,
anisotropic our directions, filed.

Our enthalpy dispersed out slow,
it was a process isentropic,
inlet and outlet states, endoscopic,
efficient in standard flow.

The binary vapor power regions,
reversibly worked, ecstatic;
two isothermal - two adiabatic,
thermal heat engines and conditions.

During the fluid standard cycles,
utmost availability was obtained,
the standard state was sustained,
touring forever on our cycles.

© 07-24-2012, Georgios Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved

Clubbing on

Clubbing on

The rooster jumped o'er the fence,
cause craved on clubbing on to bask
and gallivant forever, thence
throughout the day and after dusk.

He danced in classy cabarets
where birds enjoyed to fox-trot
his moves jaw-dropping as all pets
were clapping hands around the spot.

Alike a Pro he trotted on
the marble floor, outwearing all,
his Leghorn structure lithe and brawn
his stare all chickens to enthrall!

Thus, dancing, he became a thrill
upon the jazzy floors and decks,
inspiring hens to use their quill
on poetry where art reflects!

© 2016-01-02, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

Carnal Prayer (Primrose)

Carnal Prayer (Primrose)

The clockwork ticks transformed to fog and air
while dusk absorbed the beacon's blinking signs,
- surreal and indefinite designs
with tangible his steady flash and flare;
beneath the kind, retentive cloak of chance,
- he breathed her in, her aural scent and glance.

Inside the tavern sea-men ordered drinks;
amidst the tulips of the hazy smoke,
he felt the night with the owls' persistent croak,
and lady Sadness on the starboard brinks;
Invisible the night descended slopes
in quietness with dark, elusive scopes.

Her primrose scent - ambrosian sorrow's gate,
remote Paradisos and range of soul
perfumed her whiff surpassed, and burned like coal,
he clenched the glass and drunk the dark drink straight,
the tumbler shattered - deep inhaled her scent,
- with unrelenting his blood thrash torment.

The night was dense; inside the mists he drew
with red drops dropping from the deep palm cut
a wraith, she vanished while her louvres were shut
the nightfall's emptiness inside him grew
caressed the heavy door, its luster stained
the primrose scent inside his mind ingrained.

And she descended - Nymph the fates had graced;
betimes he breathed the scent of night primrose,
same carnal prayer and adytum disposed,
her sacrosanct of pathos' splendor traced;
with flash reflecting in her eyes' domain
the primrose scent dispersed inside the rain.

© 09-07-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(five sextains, sestines or sestinas  - Iambic pentameter)

The maid of brines

The maid of brines

The flag was waving on the stern;
she stared saluting and the mist
my face on forecastle, coldly kissed,
- she tried my figure to discern.

The Adriatic was that night
half covered by a cotton cloud,
- endowed the night's adorning shroud
and took our ship afar, forthright.

A ghostly ship, a ghostly log
- the maid of brines had left betimes
addressed us with the sounds of chimes
that rang accordantly in the fog.

Harmonious her song had welled
from depths, unearthly was the verse
that lingered in our minds' rehearse,
bespoken words, beloved and held.

Her image standing on the bow,
in dark my solitude enacts,
while shooting stars on earthward tracks
induct to quell by ocean's draw.

Our recklessness, the route defines
and nautical endangered role,
I know it's wrongful to recall
our bicycling and coastline pines.

The ghostly ship transports us there
attending to the deepness' shrine,
how beautiful the dewdrops shine
and grandness of her seaward fair!

© 04-21-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

Count Dracula

Count Dracula

It vas a time ov thirst, und zearchin,
ze Count, had becharmed thine every secret zeal;
vatever aappened to thee fair virzzin?
vatever aappened to his crepuscular meal?

..............

My bite I'll hold to thine exquisite neck,
(In Transylvania I'm vaiting, auspicious maid) ,
vas told that virzzins vanished from earth,
therefore vampires shall all be thirsty, I'm afraid.

My Castle, I assert, vill vait for thee,
It is embarrassing for Counts to dine on food,
meanvile red should be consumed like chablis,
vilt thou, fair maid, succumb to my persisting mood?

Hast thou ever heard of my night delights?
Thou vilt dine on rare meat vile listening to tunes from the abyss,
I'll beguile your thoughts under candle lights,
and then (enraptured nymph) thou shalt receive my kiss.

Thou shalt be my companion of benighted doom,
Teetotal I am due to the lack of virzzins,
it is more evident ven thine perfume,
enthralls my Dracula stimulated senses.

I shall be bending on your rest, vith you asleep,
vhere flittermouses zearched the room before,
thine fresh rose crimson I shall reap,
and in the doomed twilight ve shall soar.

Strange Lives

Strange Lives

Still rainbow stands in the air this morn;
The distant forest blooms adorn,
Like promised end that merits near,
Surreal nostalgies appear.

So dream and dream wraiths of their stare,
Amid sea waves and black rocks' fare,
Expending were they - strangers born,
On sepia stills and pictures torn.

Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt,
Their tears become the rain's first flirt;
And meet with drops, communion wine,
Deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.

How beautiful's this flow of streams
When dancers love and send pure dreams
Where silver wraiths of years eighteen
Meet roses blooms homecoming queen.

On iridescent days and glow
Next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
Regales old promise to relive
And twinkling is ther glance of grief.


copyright 2012, G. Venetopoulos all rights reseved
(Iambic tetrameter)

Ευχή

ΕΥΧΗ

Πόσες στεριές μ' ένα σκοπό γυρίσαμε μαζί,
Αιώνια ταξιδεύοντας - στιγμές του αποσπερίτη,
Πόσα σημάδια από στιγμές σε κύκλους και σιωπή,
Πορεία με το νοητό που μούδωσες διαβήτη,
(τόσο μακρυά και απρόσμενη στου ονείρου τη γιορτή) .

Καλό τιμόνι να κρατάς σε ρότα αληθινή,
Θυμάσαι; Σε περίμενα - αυλή Πολυτεχνείου,
Καλό τιμόνι σταθερό στου ανέμου τη βροχή,
Ευχή που απλώνεται παντού σα συντροφιά του κρύου,
(Κρυφή πυξίδα νοητή - ανείπωτη ευχή) .

Ιδανική, Ανάλλοιωτη σε κράτησα κι Αγνή,
Τη σκέψη σου για φυλαχτό χτίζοντας τις σιωπές,
που απλώνονταν ολόγυρα και γέμιζ' η ζωή,
Μονάκριβη ολομόναχη στων άστρων τις τροχιές,
(Μονάχη συντροφιά εσύ σχεδόν αληθινή)

© 2006 Γεώργιος Βενετόπουλος
Απαγορεύεται η λογοκλοπή και εννοιοκλοπή όπως και η αντικατάσταση των συλλαβών του ποιηματος από άλλες ομόηχες οποιουδήποτε είδους, από τσαχπίνηδες μέντορες-λογοτεχνες  με πολύ ελεύθερα χέρια και έκδηλα (ψωρίλικα) ένστικτα κοινοκτημοσύνης.