Tag: Love

Poetry

Apollo’s loss

The Royal Octopus

In golden light, where laurel grows,
The god of sun, with grace bestows
His love upon those hearts that bloom,
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon.

Hyacinth, with beauty bright,
Apollo’s gaze, his guiding light,
In fields they laughed, in youth they played,
But fate with cruel hand was laid.

A discus spun, a fatal blow,
From Apollo’s hand, the winds did throw.
Hyacinth fell, his breath withdrew,
But from his blood, a flower grew.

The god wept tears, the petals kissed,
And in the bloom, they would persist.
Forever marked, their love divine,
A memory of a god’s design.

Cyparissus, of cedar born,
Whose mournful heart, forever torn,
For love of stag, Apollo’s gift,
His sorrow vast, his spirit swift.

In grief he asked to join the trees,
To stand with branches in the breeze.
Apollo’s love, though bittersweet,
Transformed him to a tree complete.

The cedar stands, its shadows cast,
The symbol of a love that lasts.
Apollo, bright as morning rays,
Holds them close, beyond the days.

2024 ©️

Poetry

The birth of Love

The Royal Octopus

In chaos first, where darkness slept,
The seeds of life in silence kept,
No gods yet born, no light, no sun,
But from the void, all things begun.

From Chaos rose great Gaia’s form,
The Earth herself, both soft and warm,
With sky above, Uranus bright,
Together clasped in endless night.

Then Eros came with wings of fire,
The primal force, desire’s desire.
His arrows flew, igniting all,
From gods to men, to hearts so small.

He wove the bond ‘twixt land and sky,
In lovers’ gaze, in whispered sigh,
From heart to heart, his power spread,
In every union, where love led.

Thus love was born, through godly strife,
The force that binds all forms of life,
From ancient tales to souls today,
Eros guides love’s timeless sway.

©️ 2024

Poetry

Demeter

The Royal Octopus

Beneath the earth, the shadows spread,
Where light once warmed the fields, now dead.
Demeter roams with tearful eyes,
Her daughter lost to darkened skies.

The wheat is still, the harvest cold,
No golden grain, no tale to hold.
Her arms, once full of life’s embrace,
Now reach for Persephone’s stolen face.

Each flower wilts, each tree stands bare,
The bitter winds weave through the air.
Her sorrow’s deep, her cry a storm,
A mother’s love, without its form.

She waits in winter’s long, cold reign,
For spring to bring her child again.
But in her heart, the ache remains,
A world untouched by joy’s refrain.

For when the earth beneath is torn,
A mother’s grief is everborn..

©️ 2024

Poetry

Arlo, the Cat.

The Royal Octopus

Arlo the cat, with his misshapen head,
One wonky eye, like the moon overhead.
Yet oh, how he’d strut with his tail held so high,
A marvel to all, and the joy of my eye.

His fur was a patchwork, his whiskers askew,
But something about him was noble and true.
In every soft stumble, in every low purr,
Beat a heart full of kindness that nothing could blur.

They whispered he’s strange, a little bit odd,
But Arlo brought laughter, a gift from the gods.
From Insta to Facebook, from mountain to shore,
He gathered up hearts, and then gathered more.

For what is a flaw in a world that is vast,
When the love that he gave was a love built to last.
In every embrace, in each gentle paw,
Arlo taught us, that love defeats all.

A hero to many, though quirky in form,
With spirit unbroken and heart ever warm.
The world knew his soul, not the shape of his face—
For in every heart, Arlo had found his place.

©️ 2024

Poetry

Hera’s plea

The Royal Octopus

Hera stood before Him, her voice but a plea,
In the halls of Olympus, she showed her vulnerability.
“Zeus, my husband, my king, my heart,
Why must we always stand worlds apart?

Is my love not enough, my arms not warm?
Why stray to others and cause me this storm?
I’ve borne your rage, your whims, your fire,
Yet still, I remain, bound to your desire.

Look to me, and see all I can be,
Not just the queen, but your eternity.
The heavens, they tremble when you betray,
Yet here I stand, though you drift away..

Do they offer you more than the stars in my eyes,
Than the love in my heart or my soft, faithful sighs?
Do you really not feel the weight of my tears,
As you chase after shadows through these endless years?

I’ve asked not for power, nor thunder, nor throne,
Just you by my side, and you alone.
For every lover, I fade in your skies—
Zeus, please, let me be the sun in your eyes.”

She waited, and waited, her heart heavy, like stone,
While the king of gods sat silent on his throne.

2024 ©️

Poetry

The Petition of Hel.

The Royal Octopus

Through the veil of mist, she treads,
Where all light fades and shadows wed.
Across the fjords of jagged stone,
A mother walks, but not alone.

For grief, her constant guide and ghost,
Has led her where all lost souls coast.
To Helheim’s gates, dark and grim,
She prays the Goddess will hear her hymn.

Her heart, a vessel made of flame,
Burns with her lost child’s given name.
With every step, her body shakes,
But her love for him will never break.

The air is cold, the winds are wild,
Yet nothing chills like death of child.
The ancient gates of Helheim groan, But still she calls, though all alone.

“Hel, great Goddess of the dead,
Return my child,” the mother pled.
“Take my life, my breath, my days,
But let him walk in the sun’s warm rays.”

The silence lingers, thick and still,
As if the earth absorbs her will.
From shadows deep, Hel makes her way,
Her face half-pale as winter’s day.

“I cannot give what fate has sealed,
For death is a truth that can’t be repealed.
But mother, strong with heart so true,
I will grant one gift to you.”

The child appeared, a fleeting spark,
His eyes aglow in the endless dark.
One moment more, one final kiss,
Hel’s precious gift, a fleeting bliss.

Then darkness wrapped him in its shroud,
And silence fell, so harsh and loud.
The mother wept, but rose again,
She had held her child in Helheim’s den.

She turned and left that shadowed realm,
Her heart a bruised and battered helm.
But though she walks through life alone,
She carries him—her flesh, her bone.

2024 ©️

Poetry

An Eternal Love: Hades and Persephone.

The Royal Octopus

In the shrouded depths where shadows creep,
Where endless night and silence sleep,
The king of darkness waits alone,
Upon his cold and ancient throne.

His heart, once barren, void of flame,
Spoke only death, unknown to name.
But in the earth, a flower bloomed,
A spark of life where none presumed.

Persephone, with light so pure,
Her laughter gentle, touch demure,
A goddess bright with verdant grace,
Brought spring to every barren place.

But fate entwined them, night and dawn,
A pomegranate, a story born.
Through winter’s grasp and summer’s reign,
Their love would bloom beyond the chain.

For in his arms, she found her peace,
In her eyes, his darkness ceased.
Together they reign, a balance of two,
In death and life, forever true.

No chains could bind what love had made,
No world could part their endless shade.
For even in the deepest night,
They find each other, purest light.

And so beneath the moonless skies,
Where shadows dance and time denies,
Hades and Persephone stand as one,
Eternal love, their story begun.

©️ 2024