The poet's lament - a poem by Chris Zachariou

An Embrace in Societal Reflections

The poets gather at the well

of broken stanzas to mourn

for all the rhymes stolen by men

in white suits and loaded guns.

Sweet songbird - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The horrific death of migratory birds in Cyprus

Sweet songbird of Saranti
look at the purples in the hills
see the vines on their slopes
with red and white grapes.

Winter tales - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Pirates Gambling for Maidens

I.

An icy North Wind sailing

on green and purple seas

whips and mauls the land.

The frozen peaks

of the Anatolian Mountains

tower in the distance

and the Moor is howling

in the Devil's Sea.

The story of the laughing son - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A chronicle of a death foretold

At six o'clock

with his open casket

on their stooping shoulders

the frozen mourners shiver

and stumble in the mud.

The lilac march rises

in the sombre streets

and a eulogy draped in black
weeps silently in the censer.

Poets in love - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Lovers Embracing in the Mud

The poet with unbridled thoughts

and the scent of fledgling sparrows

   on her lips

rides bareback to the river

on the preacher's scarlet mule.

Baring her teeth, she hunts

the piety of the mosquito hunter

until her quarry whimpers

Gethsemane - 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 Judas. 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 and Judas in Gethsemane

All my life I searched for you
and now you are here Lord.

When you talk I hear birds sing
I hear the whispers of the Sea of Galilee
and I see a rose in white bloom waiting
for her bridegroom at the gates of Heaven.

The smile of May - a poem by Chris Zachariou

today
she has the sadness of
November in her eyes

tomorrow
she will have the smile of May
and the world will be more beautiful

Looking for Snow White - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The Awakening of Snow White

Reflections of my lover

dancing on the frozen lake
echoed every night on the
walls of the grey scullery.

The Ice Queen watched
each pirouette and veil cast
until enraged by the neon sunshine
stood and speared the screen twice.

Poets Come of Age - A Coming-of-Age Poem

Αισθησιακό γυμνό ζευγάρι - Poster by Awen Fine Art Prints

We talk of poets and white doves
till sunrise
of blushing anemones, chilled juice
and ice cream and mother's apple pie.

Istanbul - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Istanbul's Skyline

Once you begged for absolution

but now you straddle seven hills.

Frenzied red Arabian horses

swirl at your open gates

your porcelain-white limbs
are kissed by the broken moon
and you fastened your sainthood
to the bottom of the sea.

The poet's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Romantic Disillusion

My sweetest lover, daydreaming

in the shade of an old aspen tree—

a green world of wondrous madness.

She, the purple gateway to a citadel
of sin and I the Mississippi River
raging between the marble pillars.

Icarus must die - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Icarus by Henry Matisse

Icarus has flown too high

he has eclipsed the stars.

The Sun-God has decreed

the youth must die.

Portrait of the poet as a lover - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Passionate Embrace of Lovers

The goddess commanded silence!

She was raging; I had disturbed her reverie
and though I said she was my only lover,
she scorned me and told me I was a stranger.
She broke my guitar, she burned my parchments
and locked away all my songs inside a jar.

Judas Iscariot - 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 Judas. 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.

Judas

My Lord,

our covenant

The Messiah

in a crown of thunder

in a blaze of glory.

There will be death, fires
and Roman blood

and all the bells will ring

'Jehovah has come to Zion'.

The Universal Harlot - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Istanbul's Skyline

At the crossroads of the world
the sacred whore is lost in dreams

of cinnamon and purple nights.

Who are you?

the rising moon commands.

I am the harlot of the world.

For so many perfumed nights

I slept with emperors and kings

but all the time I dreamt of Eden.

The Crimson Virgin - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Seductive Scarlet

In a cavern full of chameleons

and green apples, the actor binds
the virgin to his bed made of silk.

Lilies on the moon - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The moon
is smiling.

I weaved 
her name
on the moon
with lilies.