Venus

A face-to-face meting and,
Of the sad response from you;
But don't ossify your conscience and think that you are wiser!
For the authenticity of the matter is that,
You are Venus and i am Edward;
And i have an ultimate love for you.

Adjunct to scrutinise,
And ruled by one land for all;
But the scenario is not different from your face,
Because i do grow day and night.

You are all that the muse brought to me this night,
And i here to love you for what you are;
But, your sad response shows on your face,
And you have much to learn about love.
You are Venus and i am Edward,
But you are the act of the night from the muse;
So wake up and be very straight on this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Throughout the ages, stories with certain basic themes have recurred over and over, in widely disparate cultures; emerging like the goddess Venus from the sea of our unconscious.

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Song For You

It's all I want
It's all I needed now it's through
It all comes back to you
The only one
The one I needed I abuse
More color for the bruise
So I sing this song for you
There's nothing left for me to do
Good-bye dear one
Venus I thought you'd bless me too
So selfish to presume
So I sing this song for you
And I hope that what is true
Will find a way to you
I sing this song for you
Venus never showed the way
The stars would not be sold
Heaven stole the light of day
And we were never told
So dark the day...

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The Way To Flow As The River Knows

Venus through the looking glass, she may know no future but she’ll sell you the past,
Or she may give you it for free; she may reveal to you what your visions mean,
Calling on Venus obscene, Queen of delirium, ruler of scenes.
Could she reveal, the way I feel?
Could she peel away the veil?
Would she want to?
Would she fail in trying?

Alike the first bird to leave the nest,
To try her wings at flying
How could she have known that she would
Fade after climax, running for the shade?

As she may show the way to go,
The way to flow as the river knows
Yet she’s lost, forever unfound, there she goes
Her head upon the ground.
Like the last rays of the setting sun there she goes, beyond horizons.

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Mars, when guilty of homicide, and set free from the charge of murder by the Athenians through favour, lest he should appear to be too fierce and savage, committed adultery with Venus.

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By Moschus

I slept when Venus enter'd: to my bed
A Cupid in her beauteous hand she led,
A bashful seeming boy, and thus she said:
'Shepherd, receive my little one! I bring
An untaught love, whom thou must teach to sing.'
She said, and left him. I, suspecting nought,
Many a sweet strain my subtle pupil taught,
How reed to reed Pan first with osier bound,
How Pallas form'd the pipe of softest sound,
How Hermes gave the lute, and how the quire
Of Phoebus owe to Phoebus' self the lyre.
Such were my themes; my themes nought heeded he
But ditties sang of amorous sort to me.
The pangs that mortals and immortals prove
From Venus' influence and the darts of love.
Thus was the teacher by the pupil taught;
His lessons I retain'd, he mine forgot.

poem by William Cowper
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In My Dreamy And Happy Childhood, I Play Mathematics And No Music

seven a garden and a lawn
five the high jump
eight a thuja hedge
three the sandbox near lavender
four a sky venus
six an apple tree
two countless letters and numbers
one an acoustic piano

poem by Nicolas Grenier
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When their city was occupied by the Gauls, and the Romans, who were besieged in the Capitol, had made military engines from the hair of the women, they dedicated a temple to the Bald Venus.

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Paris and the Golden Apple

The best of possessions
I am holding in my hand-
The Golden Apple on which is written-
'For the most fairest'.

Strange is the way Fate works,
And I, a mortal, is chosen to select
Who among Hera, Athene and Venus
is the most fairest!

Hera said-
'Power is the ultimate goal of life,
every head must bow down before power-
with love or with fear-
The world stands before you trembling,
And you will govern it with iron rod.
Give me the apple and see
what I have to offer.'

Athene Said -

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Walking On The Milky Way

Walking on the milky way
When I was only seventeen
My head was full of brilliant dreams
My heart would call and I would gladly go
At twenty one the world was mine
And I was yours and youre divine
And nothing else would matter to us so
I dont believe in destiny
I dont believe in love
I dont believe that anything will ever be enough...
Man you should have seen us
On the way to venus
Walking on the milky way
It was quite a day hey hey...
Walking on the big stuff
Acting like were real tough
Baby we were on our way
So what do you say hey hey.
As time goes by reality
Destroys your hope and dignity

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For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

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Why I Love You

I told you that
I love you.
Then, you
Asked me why.

Good question!
For I hadn't
Really thought of the reason
Until now, so

You'll have to excuse me
For a while as
I go back to
When it all started...

Looking back,
I realize that
My eyes weren't
The ones that
Saw you that day,

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For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of a Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a MaCaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

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The Rimer And The Venus

This poem is a conversation between Rimer (poet) and Venus(goddess of love) . I wrote it when when my two friends eloped to wed.

The Rimer

O Venus! I wish to thee something ask,
But condition is put of making no mask,
Can your eyes deny the present sight?
Or, have you realized yourself a wight?
But, my grievances make inside me unrest,
Like a bird sitting its broken nest,

Why for a girl a boy turns blind?
Not long, but in short time I find,
Leaving parents, they elope and wed,
They get anger but tears in alone they shed,
To whom you defend and why? In this case,
What love is great and what is base?

I ask further while thee I've never seen,
Is love fair in the current age?

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Pallas And Venus. An Epigram

The Trojan swain had judged the great dispute,
And beauty's power obtain'd the golden fruit,
When Venus, loose in all her naked charms,
Met Jove's great daughter clad in shining arms,
The wanton goddess view'd the warlike maid
From head to foot, and tauntingly she said;

Yield sister; rival, yield: naked, you see,
I vanquish: guess how potent I should be,
If to the field I came in armour dress'd,
Dreadful like thine my shield, and terrible my crest!

The warrior goddess with disdain replied,
Thy folly, child, is equal to thy pride:
Let a brave enemy for once advise,
And Venus (if 'tis possible) be wise:
Thou to be strong must put off every dress;
Thy only armour is thy nakedness;
And more than once (or thou art much belied)
By Mars himself that armour has been tried.

poem by Matthew Prior
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To Love

If, Cupid, Heaven is your home, you
are the child of Venus, Nectar and
Ambrosia are your food, then why
do you spend days and nights with
me? Why burn me with your flame,
and quench my thirst with tears?
Why destroy me? You are indeed
descended from wild beasts. Are you
worthy of such descent and of
heaven? But I, I am merely
a shadow, why do you torture me?

Ad amorem.

Si coelum patria est puer beatum,
Si vero peperit VENUS benigna,
Si Nectar tibi Massicum ministrat;
Si sancta Ambrosia est cibus petitus,

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poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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I go into ecstasies every time I see the naked figure of a woman, such as Venus, for example. It strikes me as so wonderful and exquisite that I have difficulty in stopping the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Anne Frank in The Diary of a Young Girl (5 January 1944)
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The Doves Of Venus

The dull earth swung in silence o’er,
A dreamless world, a dreary star,
Until the doves of Venus bore
To Thessaly her ivory car.
She whispered to the sea and air,
And lightly with her wand she smote
The solid earth, till everywhere
The birds gave forth a sweeter note.
Whereat the sun did brighter shine,
More richly did the roses blow,
And like deep peace, a joy divine
Did fill the souls of men below.
And still are showered her magic arts
On man and maiden hand in hand,
Who hear a music in their hearts
Which none but they can understand.
A sweeter perfume sheds the rose,
A deeper azure tints the sky,
And softly with the daylight’s close
The doves of Venus hover nigh.

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poem by George Essex Evans
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Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean

I

Once a fowler, young and artless,
To the quiet greenwood came;
Full of skill was he and heartless
In pursuit of feathered game.
And betimes he chanced to see
Eros perching in a tree.

'What strange bird is that, I wonder?'
Thought the youth, and spread his snare;
Eros, chuckling at the blunder,
Gayly scampered here and there.
Do his best, the simple clod
Could not snare the agile god!

Blubbering, to his aged master
Went the fowler in dismay,
And confided his disaster
With that curious bird that day;

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poem by Eugene Field
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The First Fan

READ AT A MEETING OF THE BOSTON BRIC-A-BRAC
CLUB, FEBRUARY 21, 1877

WHEN rose the cry 'Great Pan is dead!'
And Jove's high palace closed its portal,
The fallen gods, before they fled,
Sold out their frippery to a mortal.

'To whom?' you ask. I ask of you.
The answer hardly needs suggestion;
Of course it was the Wandering Jew,--
How could you put me such a question?

A purple robe, a little worn,
The Thunderer deigned himself to offer;
The bearded wanderer laughed in scorn,--
You know he always was a scoffer.

'Vife shillins! 't is a monstrous price;
Say two and six and further talk shun.'

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poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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