Theodora (Theo) Onken
(((Misantrope))) - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Swift footed- manical Zeus...
Cuts through ones flesh with his sword-
Ordaining the happenings of his legion
Leaving the God Apollo-less adored;
Common sense infuriates him...
So addled- deep in his Garden of green
Misantrope and failing Oracle...! ! !
Determind by the Acropolis to be very mean;
Calculating each and every movement...
Poison from the Adders livid tongue
Dancing with his Asp of terminations
Zeus's heroics-always unsung;
Evil and deceptive in his dealings...
Athens 'tis crawling with spies-
A can of worms for Venus and her lover-his gift...
Uranus 'tis falling from the sky;
Oh, let us not forget the sea of the Aegean...
Whose waters are: forever blue...
Elizabethan citys have never changed...
Insight and gut feelings ring true;
By, Theodora onken
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