[Poem] The Lost Demigod (Allallu Bird part 2)

The god lies in the centre of the ring
Son of Earth and Sky,
Female creatures dance around him and sing
While opium makes his mind fly
Girls from the village join the dance sometimes
Enticing him to dance with seductive rhymes
Still he sleeps, dream and forgets, his ennui and pain consumed
Till She(Danu) comes, who can make his fire burn as bright as the sun

[Poem] To Dionysus (Dumu, Child of the Abyss)

Hail Dionysus, is it for you I dance?

Hail Roarer, with ivy tresses, ecstasy’s lance

As I slice the wind, great Rhea grins

Does Euboea still sing you hymns?

I feel wild nature grip me tight, bride newly-wed

She caresses me from my toes to the top of my head

Let Apollo play your notes of death and rebirth

While I sing the tune and dance

Hail Lord of Health, great Bull of the Green

Your glance induces a primordial trance

Wild and fierce nature spirits come, sweat sheened

Bringing pleasures… That no drug could mimic

The dance imbues me with the gravitational pull of a star

But too quickly it is gone

The dance ends in pain

For Spring is dead

…

Until it begins again

Image: I can’t find the original source. I got this from a site about Bulgarian wine.

Also, I think I’m going to start editing the shepherd and goddess short story I wrote a while back. It’s a mess… This is the prototype Dionysus (Adonis combo) I wrote about, Dumuzi (Osiris) the Sumerian god of vegetation and rain, brother of Geshtiana, goddess of the vine. The Greek, I think is a mishmash, of an earlier Egyptian and/or Sumerian deity, which is probably also a retelling of an even more ancient story.

[Poem] Thus Spoke Indra (A Dream)

Little sister Cauvery came to me first

Bowing her beautiful head in supplication

“Help me,” she begged, “I am dying of thirst.”

In her request for help, the first application.

Rivers and mountains followed suit

Himalayas and Ghats beckoning

While man ravaged them for loot

The spirits did not ask for a reckoning

But for a life line. Varuna then came

And Shani hobbled to me, though lame.

I wished to unleash the Rudras

But my guru made weak my mudras.

One more chance, says Indra

Sing in peace with Maa Rewa

Forsake your petty greed

And plant a new seed

At peace with the rivers

At peace with the mountains

At peace with the oceans and the seas.

There are enough resources for everybody.

Don’t be fooled by the politician’s hypocrisy.

Don’t be fooled by the propoganda of consumerism

Nor be fooled by artificial divisions of caste and religion

Nature does not care! Nor does the moon or the sun.

Selfless spirits only give, and you kill them by taking too much

Much more than you need. Your greed has become a burning crutch

That will set you ablaze. Remember Tripura! Let ashes remind you of chariot Prithvi.

Do not make the same mistake as Taraka

And unwittingly unleash Naraka.

Image: https://www.booksfact.com/religions/indra-hinduism-buddhism-jainism-taoism-zoroastrian-europe-bali.html

[Poem] Song of New Beginnings

I swear no fealty to religion or nation

I don’t give a damn about racial identity

Don’t care about the greatness of polity

My people are the clouds in the sky

My people are the trees, low and high

My people are the birds singing their tunes

My people are the mountains and the dunes

My people are the healers smuggling hope

My people are the ‘loons’ who cannot cope

My people are the mad artists absorbed in creation

My people are the surgeons of cosmos, beneficent destruction

My people are the rivers, seas, oceans and estuaries

My people are the flora and fauna, in tune with Gaia

My people are the ones in between, flitting in and out of existence

My people are the ones, who without complaint provided your sustenance

Let the mandate pass to my people, oh Creator

The world has lost its balance, unsustainable.

Come yakshas, come dryads, come muses, come and sing

Let’s turn to the Temporal and say, ” Oh Faro let my people go.”

[Poem] General Sequoia’s Green Supremacy Club Band

General sequoia: I’m a green supremacist, coz why the heck not…

There’s white, black, yellow and brown already

Talking shit about history. Yeah, I’m a bigot

We’re vita superior: Sequoias, teaks, rosewood mahogany

The disenfranchised masses nobody talks about

No vote! Not a human ear hears or even cares when we shout

We were standing tall when you little shits were learning how to breathe

Singing songs your ears still can’t hear, telling tales that you’ll never read

Without us you’d suffocate, asphyxiate… We’d annihilate

Turn your bodies into silicate.

(Lay down the beat Mr. ELM)

Elm: You puny beings can’t hear my beat

Even if you weren’t all in perpetual heat

From the E to the M, that’s E L M

I’ve got the best rhythm in the whole green realm

Sssssllllloooooowwwwing it down until time stands still

I’m so gangsta that I always pays the bill

(Take it away Miss Mulberry)

Mulberry: Down in the Jurassic, back when there was no plastic

That’s how far back I trace my roots…

Now, how about a moot on some home truths

(The mic is yours M. Ash)

Ash: Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle Mulberry… Enchanted as always

Attends! You cut, you burn, but we can take it we know

Destroy destroy, but again we grow

Cut too many? Non non non…

Then you die, but our seeds again grow

(English ain’t his first language. A for effort M. Ash.

Now how about some Orange smash)

Orange: Nah, I’m going to crash

Someone planted me near a distillery

And now I feel really silly!

(Finally, introducing Grandmaster Fig)

Fig: No, how many times do I say this? I don’t give a f…ficus about your little band, Siqus. Good day!