A death foretold - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, Judas, and Mary Magdalene. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Golgotha

In a squalid hovel out of town

a gypsy hammers rage and steel

fashioning four shiny nails to kill

the prophet king. 

Pan and Selene - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Moonlit Myth: The Tale of Pan and Selene

innocence surrenders
to wanton lusts

she has denied for ever

inflamed by carnal thoughts
she falls into

the arms of the salacious Pan

Alan Kurdi - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A drowned refugee child

the mast is broken

the boat is leaking

and souls of little children
float around on the water

white knives stab the sky
and the moon plunges in the
sea and dies

Atthis comes to Mytilene - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Sappho

bewildered by strange

new dreams

she comes to Mytilene

and under a curious blue sky
the scent of jasmine
and the coolness of the vine

She loves you not - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Unrequited Love

Tormented by memories

of my failed life
I wait for you to come.

I'm early, you are not here

and suddenly I panic.

Zeus and the Virgin - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Jupiter Beguiled by Juno

in myths and make-believe she gifts herself to the stellar king

Primrose Hill - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Primrose Hill

Dusk is falling on the hill
and sensual shadows dance
with shards of mellow light.

The metronome - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Shadowed Figure by a Tree

The metronome strikes

a thousand beats

tic, tic, tic, tic.

Monotonous and dull.

And the clock ticks no more - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Couple's Emotional Struggle

All that's yours neatly packed,

all that's mine scattered on the floor;

nothing much to show for a life.

You've taken all that I ever was

and everything that was ever mine.

Erato - a poem by Chris Zachariou

a beautiful butterfly

Lonely child

painting the meadow green

hands reaching for the moon

writing words to love songs

The Sound of Seven Trumpets - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Nuclear War

Armageddon has begun.

Can you not hear the sound

of seven trumpets?

Suffer the Little Children - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Napalm bombing of Vietnam

Men with God on their side
fly high in the burning skies.

Napalm death pours down
on little children fleeing in terror
their tiny bodies burning.

Selene - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The Moon and her Lover

I asked Selene

"Will you be my lover?"

She smiled and said
"Meet me by the river when dusk begins to fall"

I went down

to the river and watched her bathe

Forty Days And Forty Nights - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Mary Magdalene. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Jesus

An ancient war is being fought again.
The Fallen Angel mustered all his legions
and the battle rages on for forty days and nights.

The armies of the mighty kingdoms

have assembled in the desert

to proclaim to the sounds of trumpets

their allegiance to the great King.

A wrecked life - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lonely Woman in Despair

A short span of happiness.
I reach out and touch a memory—
a glimpse from another time
of a life that might once have been.

Circe and the Siren - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Echoes of Enchantment 

Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca.
Behind your iron gates
I was once a prisoner.

Tiger Lilies - a poem by Chris Zachariou

butterfly

All that we buried deep

has now risen to the fore.

The anger, the fury and the rage.

This reveals to me so much more

than your rhymes will ever say.

Little children - a poem by Chris Zachariou

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Rachel with a yellow star

on her tiny little arm
walks into the jaws of death.

Little butterfly - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loneliness

You flirted so sweetly.

Oh, how you laughed when

he teased you and how

cute you looked, blushing

the way you did every time

he said your name.

A love story - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Our situation was absurd.

Improbable. Impossible even

the voice of reason screamed.

But we knew this from the start.

So we banished the voice.

We were so happy.

Our minds and souls

joined in perfect harmony.

Persephone leaving - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Hades and Persephone by Tatiana Barbesolle

When Persephone came back to me

a rainbow of colours exploded in the world.

I had waited for her for so long, I could only see

the child that left and not the woman who returned.

To me, she was still my gentle lover.

My welcome guests - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Melancholy Embrace

An avalanche of memories—
songs, white lilies, yellow roses;
my friends and welcome guests.

They knock on my door
we sit around the table
we smoke, drink wine
and talk about you.

Icarus - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Icarus by Henri Matisse

Rise to the dizzy heights

dream the dreams

and think the thoughts

that you and only you

alone can think.

Persephone's return - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Hades and Persephone | Tatiana Barbesolle

The first day of spring—

purple hyacinths, lilacs and lilies

red carnations on our doorstep

bread and wine on our table.

Choices - A Poem by Chris Zachariou

Love Conquers All: Couple's Leap of Faith

In the beginning, our

situation seemed hopeless.

We were overwhelmed.

We duelled on it for days,

we argued over it for months.

What were the choices, we asked.

You Wanting Me and Me Wanting You | Cyprus Poems

A Young Woman Finding Solace in Books

The Sixties was a good time to be young

but you had barricades inside your head.

Alarm bells and sirens went off

every time you tried to cross the line.

Resisting all thoughts of impropriety

you fought me off with so much bravery

and all year long you wore a cross

of sainthood around your blushing neck.

Words - a poem by Chris Zachariou

An Angry Young Woman

Our only reality— words

their beauty the lovechild of minds alike.

Now a new world is dawning.
The mast that dared touch the sun

is broken and the yellow boat is leaking.

The street party - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loneliness in a crowded place

Tonight the street is so dark

that it seems it's nearly bright

and a lusty giggly moon

is crawling up the sky.

The muse has fled - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loss

Unhappy and betrayed

the butterfly has fled her shelter.

Now the humbled word smith

works late into the night

weaving words to write a song

but words do not come easy

and their rhymes no longer chime.

Oblivion at last - a poem by Chris Zachariou

oblivion

I've come back to you

but you are angry with me.

Hissing, spitting, screaming.

Don't send me away again

shelter me in your blackness.

Please save me from the voices.