Gods Poems
Gods fall
by matthew ramsey
The gods their fallings,
Signaling doom for all mortals.
Their ever decline has brought upon their fall
Toppling down, beings thought to be immortal
The death of many same as the few
has no impact, we are all doomed
We're done, we're screwed, small as a shrew
Here comes the end as chaos bloomed
......
no more deaths
by Rumi Ullidov
two of them were my friends
by Poseidon orders they took
into crumbs every polis turn
and eat it with mouths of wrath
behold the messenger
a word to utter and then flee
times have changed but you Poseidon the same remain
Sisyphus oh my friend, Prometheus my dear comrade
fallen for the will of others
fallen for the phantasy
......
the Fool
by Alex Rose
For the one who would take on a god in his hearth, in his home,
Small, all alone.
Skinny and bare, bolder than you'd hope but not as bold as you might think.
What else to reach for if not higher,
What else to pray to if not sky fire?
The hand in its place has no chance to erase
The pain of the days long gone by.
The ankh round the neck is a drag, a behest,
A reminder that gods too shall die.
......
Over the ridge among endless green valleys
by Wieslaw Musialowski
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/25/2019
Over the ridge,
among endless green valleys,
that divides but also unites
- the sky has spread
with blue,
and since centuries lasting
with an image:
with prayer mine
......
Gods fall
by matthew ramsey
The gods their fallings,
Signaling doom for all mortals.
Their ever decline has brought upon their fall
Toppling down, beings thought to be immortal
The death of many same as the few
has no impact, we are all doomed
We're done, we're screwed, small as a shrew
Here comes the end as chaos bloomed
......
the Fool
by Alex Rose
For the one who would take on a god in his hearth, in his home,
Small, all alone.
Skinny and bare, bolder than you'd hope but not as bold as you might think.
What else to reach for if not higher,
What else to pray to if not sky fire?
The hand in its place has no chance to erase
The pain of the days long gone by.
The ankh round the neck is a drag, a behest,
A reminder that gods too shall die.
......
Over the ridge among endless green valleys
by Wieslaw Musialowski
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/25/2019
Over the ridge,
among endless green valleys,
that divides but also unites
- the sky has spread
with blue,
and since centuries lasting
with an image:
with prayer mine
......
no more deaths
by Rumi Ullidov
two of them were my friends
by Poseidon orders they took
into crumbs every polis turn
and eat it with mouths of wrath
behold the messenger
a word to utter and then flee
times have changed but you Poseidon the same remain
Sisyphus oh my friend, Prometheus my dear comrade
fallen for the will of others
fallen for the phantasy
......
