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Selected Travel Poems

Greece

Athens


Athens will steal your heart

and all the cash you carry

if you are not very careful

on the crowded streets and trams.

It’s never Greeks who do it;

always those damn gypsy folk,

you'll certainly hbe told –

a pestilence in Europe

down the centuries for sure.

They have insinuated into

every culture that they’ve met,

and learned survival from the best

instructors of so many hostile worlds.

So gaze across at Parthenon

upon Acropolis, and thank

those 19th century Englishmen,

Lord Elgin first to mind,

who first inspired your taste 

for all things ancient Greek

with those marbles that they "rescued"

for that museum back at home.

Lysistrada Starts Women's Day


I'm sure it was some time like this

with spring a month away

that Athen's Lysistrata

with friends, had this to say:


"Men, turn your swords to ploughshares.

Forget the wars you'd win.

You'll get no ploughing here at home

until the crops are in."


And being guys, they thought a bit

but not too long or hard

then shoulder-punched and headed home

to work their own backyard.


Lysistrata's ancient wisdom

may inform our world today

declaring sanctity of life

beyond aggression's sway.


The hope today in women's role,

assuming global power

is that we move the world to peace

in this its desperate hour.

Olympia Then & Now


The test resolves itself

to an athlete's urine

now and so long ago.

In far Olympia

some student

of Hippocrates

at Greece’s ancient games,

would taste an athlete’s piss

to find the herbal

signature that gave

advantage to some

hopeful over-eager

for success.


Today the detailed 

urinalysis seeks out

our modern chemicals of shame.


It all comes down it seems,

after all the contests and the crowds,

to that single dab of urine

tasted or tested then or now,

though no one thought nor thinks

to test credentials of the judges,

or hosts or financiers or lab

with just as much at stake

as any athlete in the race

for glory or for gold. 

Samari Gorge


Walk through millenia

together, every step,

an eon of accomplishment

until

the stubborn earth

reveals

itself a billion years before

in every fossil, folded layer

of rock.


Walk back beside me

as the youthful, hiking hordes

swarm like lemmings past us

to the ferries at the sea,

while we keep looking upwards

where the overhanging gorge

is just a jagged cleft above us

lighting boulders at our feet


Walk on, we two

as always

in the valley of our time

with all the world bypassing,

all the layers of life above us

and all the present stones beneath,

we stumble still at moments

catch the other

carry on

to find a rest

where all the waters

seek the sea.



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