Golden Shores
I beckon you, dear reader, to arrive
Upon these golden shores,
More beautiful than Aphrodite;
That Cyprian queen has been exalted
Here where the angles sing.
O, Death, where is thy sting?-
Behold- Ariadne was but shadow and shade
Upon the Grecian moors.
Now she sleeps in rosy grottos which thrive
By the emerald glade.
Leda is wreathed with waterflowers,
And Theseus has ascended with the glorious Athenian bowers.
Endymion plays in a whirlpool of gleaming wells.
And Venus, dreaming,
Makes love to the chime of cathedral bells.
And all of mankind’s citadels
Have been transformed to higher realms.
All the gold of America, Europe and Asia
Have been painted anew upon the sky.
Not that I
Praise the myths of Greece and Rome.
Nor do I laud
The wine-clad brow of Dionysus,
Neither do I wreath with laurel
The lofty head of Egypt’s Osiris;
Rather to aspire to Olympus
In the minds of feeble men
Is but a reflection
Of their desire not to die.
Every poor, afflicted peasant shall wear a princely ring.
Hence The Parthenon has been realized
In the cloisters of The King!
- John Lars Zwerenz
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I beckon you, dear reader, to arrive
Upon these golden shores,
More beautiful than Aphrodite;
That Cyprian queen has been exalted
Here where the angles sing.
O, Death, where is thy sting?-
Behold- Ariadne was but shadow and shade
Upon the Grecian moors.
Now she sleeps in rosy grottos which thrive
By the emerald glade.
Leda is wreathed with waterflowers,
And Theseus has ascended with the glorious Athenian bowers.
Endymion plays in a whirlpool of gleaming wells.
And Venus, dreaming,
Makes love to the chime of cathedral bells.
And all of mankind’s citadels
Have been transformed to higher realms.
All the gold of America, Europe and Asia
Have been painted anew upon the sky.
Not that I
Praise the myths of Greece and Rome.
Nor do I laud
The wine-clad brow of Dionysus,
Neither do I wreath with laurel
The lofty head of Egypt’s Osiris;
Rather to aspire to Olympus
In the minds of feeble men
Is but a reflection
Of their desire not to die.
Every poor, afflicted peasant shall wear a princely ring.
Hence The Parthenon has been realized
In the cloisters of The King!
- John Lars Zwerenz
(From Eternal Verse; To Be Published Soon)Collapse this post
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The Holy Trinity I ascended to a majestic mountain Above the radiant gold of a Cathedral Dome Where at its gilded height, There rose a massive, triumphant, wooden cross Adorned with a purple s...
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From Songs Of Rapture And Other Poems By John Lars Zwerenz
THE WOOD »
In the sacred wood, where the trees did sway. The clouds swept by the light of Mars. The dew of the dawn had graced the hay. The night was heavy, solemn and still,. And every snow-clad daffodil. Kept ...
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Mary, The Mother Of God The scenery of Mary's Court is green, white and gold. Green are her trees, white is the sun, And gold is of The Spirit, containing every other hue. There are brooks which run, ...
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The Colossal Wood All phenomena was profoundly understood. I reclined on a purple divan, overlooking the colossal wood. In my elegant mansion, more grand Than Hampton Court, I looked out upon the dapp...
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The Priest I beheld the priest In the cloister near the cathedral, In his passionless passion, Enjoying the gold of his marriage feast. With Christ as his Bridegroom, the chiming bell Did grandly knel...
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Excerpts From Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz »
Je Vous Ai Rencontré à Paris Je vous ai rencontré à Paris, Dans une tonnelle par La Seine. Entouré par la rose, le souci, l'iris, Vous avez souri à moi dans. La douce, à la pluie d'automne. Et oscilla...
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Excerpt From Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz
Je Vous Ai Rencontré à Paris (I Met You In Paris) »
Je Vous Ai Rencontré à Paris Je vous ai rencontré à Paris, Dans une tonnelle par La Seine. Entouré par la rose, le souci, l'iris, Vous avez souri à moi dans La douce, à la pluie d'automne. Et oscillan...
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Je Vous Ai Rencontré à Paris Je vous ai rencontré à Paris, Dans une tonnelle par La Seine. Entouré par la rose, le souci, l'iris, Vous avez souri à moi dans La douce, à la pluie d'automne. Et oscillan...
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John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American poet and writer. He is known for his romantic, impressionistic and mystical works. He has published five books of poetry: Selected Poems, Mist And Flame, Visionary Wanderings, Sonnets of Dusk and Dawn and Songs Of Rapture And Other Poems. His fifth book, a novelette, is a controversial and steamy love story entitled "An American Romance". According to Zwerenz...Expand this post »
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I Walked With Byron I walked with Byron in the regal sun To the chime of his lordly laughter. We spoke of our time on earth as the sea Kissed our ruddy faces with delicious brine. Then soon after He s...
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