I am glad we dropped the masquerade,
let the manners slip and strip.
Loosen your tie, shed your suit.
Toss the purple prose behind and
rewind back to dawn of men,
when battle cries shattered stones.
Unleash your carnal lust,
circle me with jagged shade of prowess,
heritage of nameless horned god.
Drag me with your heated pull
into ancient planetary tantric dance.
Majestic vessel...
thunder rolls beneath your skin,
your frame carved with riverbeds
for my wanton to flood.
Spread your arms, move the ground
beneath my feet with every leap.
Antaeus rising through your growl.
Under Red titan's shadow...
chase the fire till it yields on my flesh,
until we burn in tectonic unity,
molten iron at your fingers to forge.
And yet when the horizons break
your shoulders in defeat,
your back arched, spirit aimed at shifting skies.
In light and dark, spine won't shatter
until you rise again, nameless god in gods
among mortals with a thousand swords raised.
You served to stay in prosperity's background,
so let me in all my devotion
{...I lowly scholar...}
worship you for once...
Author notes
I wasn't inspired by a specific picture, but by the idea that in every male form in every position, on every juncture in life the male form is majestic and carries noble resolve that scares the enemy, even when in defeat.
Antaeus - son of Gaea, received power from the Earth itself, thought Hercules
A contest entry
- The Art of Beautiful Men...Harem of Charisma by Blue Rew.
931 points, ended February 23, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This contest must have been so hard to judge. I love every single entry. This is so much my kind of poetry!
In light and dark, spine won't shatter
until you rise again, nameless god in gods
among mortals with a thousand swords raised
~sigh~
Congratulations on the bronze.
~ crisstiena
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Congratulations on the Bronze!!!
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This is almost sacrificial in its plea to be joined...
I became completely involved in this elevation of
mortal skin to god want. I felt the worship and
too, the touch of weakness found in the one upon the pedestal. As most know, I am sooo fond of myth and you make it a seamless, primal part of
a passion professed.
A couple of tiny edits that would perfect:
"carved wuth riverbeds
for my wantom to flood" where I believe it should
read with and wanton
"your back arched, spirit aimed at the skies.
In light and dark, spine won't shatter"
where the stanza ending with aimed at the skies
needs a continuation through punctuation or other joiner to connect it with in light and dark...
"with thousands swords raised" double plural used
try with a thousand swords raised.
I am placing this in my finals and will not be judging until tomorrow evening. To say I am thrilled with this write is an understatement. It is a perfect fit
to my visions when theming. Blue
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Oh really? This is spectacular. I never had much idea what it was going to turn out. Just the first stanza grabed me and I had to write down the most logical for me body aka delve in myth. I do hope you caught on that the Red Titan is the planet Mars, which is the planet of Ares - god of war. This is my most subtle hint... Thank you for the suggestions!
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"...rewind back to dawn of men,
when battle cries shattered stones.
Unleash your carnal lust,
circle me with jagged shade of prowess,
heritage of nameless horned god. "
Oh my, going primitive creates such beauty, why ever would I want to be a modern woman again?
Great poem!!!
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Thank you! And I certainly wish I was in those primal days myself...
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