Eye OF Venus

Green is the eye of Venus, though now tightly shut.
Ancient music drums,
Trees viridian-hued.

The night has settled, dark as fear.
I rode a stallion-
Jet-black he was,
Against an array of foliage,
Emerald green,
Into the dead of night,
He rode.

Sleeping, I am?
Or am I living within some land of the surreal?

Lost within a valley,
I lie amongst tall reeds.
Water showers down upon me.

Skies turn mauve, purplish-

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poem by Claudia Krizay
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Venus Williams A Skilled Player

Venus Williams playing tennis
in a yellow criss cross dress
showing exposing lots of flesh

playing for extra advertising opportunities
is wise gifted move for beautiful bodies
such lobbies slam duck in market economies

poem by Terence George Craddock
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For Moon Weds

A wedding regale
In heaven
Upon the mooned vales
And to the skies
Stars rejoice

The glitter of lunar
Necklace
Of diamond
Venus hair stone
Its'pendant
So brilliant

For Moon weds
The Goddess
Of gardens
And spring this may

poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal
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Aubade De May

Mere d'Amour, Venus la belle,
Que n'as tu mis en ta tutelle
Du beau may le mois vigoureux?
Si l'avril a pris ton coeur tendre,
Au moins ton fils Amour dust prendre
Du doux May le temps amoureux.

May, qui non seulement devance,
Avril en douceur et plaisance,
Mais qui seul encore vaut mieux
Que tout le reste que l'an dure,
Gâté de chaud ou de froidure,
Tant tu es doux et gracieux;

May, le plus beau moys de l'année,
Montre la teste couronnée
D'un printemps dodorantes fleurs,
Mene ta bande d'alegresse,
Le Ris, le Jeu et la Jeunesse:
Chasse le soin et les douleurs.

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poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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The Lame love

Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rewrite Her Lines

Recently uncovered these lunar lines
bout spacey romantic other times
within another life I hear her name
so listen catch my stargazing game.

Tonight I investigate midnight stars
check out venus soul and mars
charter her planetary sign
read far reaches of mine.

Tonight I'm dressed to confess
leather clad to impress
unmask my lovers disguise
to open her lost eyes.

Tonight black cat moans low
as our astral bodies glow
glow beneath star dripping sky
grappling with ecstasy we lie.

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poem by Wayne Falconer
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Opal

You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.

Submitted by Venus

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Don't Listen To The Pleas Of Your Teachers

Hello, dear teenagers!
Don't listen to the pleas
of your teachers.
When you are in glee,
they try to redeploy you
to delve into books
and divert you in stealth
from the calls of Comus
or the traps of Venus
till you get recruited
at the Campus of marriage.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Evening Star

Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
But steadily the north.

Thy star, O Venus! often changes
Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges --
'Tis thus with Hate and Love.

poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad

Now from Leander's place she rose, and found
Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground;
Which taking up, she every piece did lay
Upon an altar, where in youth of day
She us'd t' exhibit private sacrifice:
Those would she offer to the deities
Of her fair goddess and her powerful son,
As relics of her late-felt passion;
And in that holy sort she vow'd to end them,
In hope her violent fancies, that did rend them,
Would as quite fade in her love's holy fire,
As they should in the flames she meant t' inspire.
Then put she on all her religious weeds,
That decked her in her secret sacred deeds;
A crown of icicles, that sun nor fire
Could ever melt, and figur'd chaste desire;
A golden star shined in her naked breast,
In honour of the queen-light of the east.
In her right hand she held a silver wand,
On whose bright top Peristera did stand.

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The Secular Masque

Enter JANUS
JANUS
Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling sun
Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.
Behold, behold, the goal in sight,
Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter CHRONOS, with a scythe in his hand, and a great globe on his back,
which he sets down at his entrance

CHRONOS
Weary, weary of my weight,
Let me, let me drop my freight,
And leave the world behind.
I could not bear
Another year
The load of human-kind.

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Now, Venus is an extremely hostile environment, and as such presents a lot of challenges for a science fiction author who wants to create life there. However, as I began to research it more thoroughly, I found myself intrigued by the possibilities the world offers.

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Sing -- Sing -- Music Was Given

Sing -- sing -- Music was given
To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving;
Souls here, like planets in heaven,
By harmony's laws alone are kept moving.
Beauty may boast of her eyes and her cheeks,
But Love from the lips his true archery wings;
And she, who but feathers the dart when she speaks,
At once sends it home to the heart when she sings.
Then sing -- sing -- Music was given,
To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving;
Souls here, like planets in heaven,
By harmony's laws alone are kept moving.

When Love, rock'd by his mother,
Lay sleeping as calm as slumber could make him,
"Hush, hush," said Venus, "no other
Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him."
Dreaming of music he slumber'd the while,
Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke,
And Venus, enchanted, look'd on with a smile,

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poem by Thomas Moore
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Beauty Beholden

tonight..
i've been ambushed!
by your memories

this tired body had not heart
to do battle after dark
and while i lay battered
nursing aching wants
in mists of warm waters
You came upon me
at once my paramour
and my enemy

my mind jarred
my heart forgot
to beat
in rythm with
tired monotony....
and i heard you whisper my name
and your lips sung the same

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The Judgement Of Venus

When Kneller's works, of various grace,
Were to fair Venus shown,
The Goddess spied in every face
Some features of her own.

Just so, (and pointing with her hand)
So shone, says she, my eyes,
When from two goddesses I gain'd
An apple for a prize.

When in the glass and river too
My face I lately view'd,
Such was I, if the glass be true,
If true the crystal flood.

In colours of this glorious kind
Apelles painted me;
My hair, thus flowing with the wind
Sprung from my native sea.

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poem by Matthew Prior
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An Oath

A month ago Lysander pray'd
To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus,
That he might die if he betray'd
A single vow that pass'd between us.
Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill
And cheat a maid on you relying!
For false Lysander's thriving still,
And 'tis Corinna lies a-dying.

poem by Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
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The Metaphor

Enticed I was from Venus yonder
Ephemeral music brought by Apollo
Eager Mars I was for Demeter
Eerie I felt, hands to bolo

Astonished to you I merely stutter
Abacinated I was through my sorrow
Adynamia of mine, the song you utter
Apay mine lust was trip to inferno.

poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Elegy XII. His Recantation

No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise,
No more with awkward fallacy complains
How every fervour from my bosom flies,
And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns.

Ere the chill winter of our days arrive,
No more she paints the breast from passion free;
I feel, I feel one loitering wish survive-
Ah! need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?

The star of Venus ushers in the day,
The first, the loveliest of the train that shine!
The star of Venus lends her brightest ray,
When other stars their friendly beams resign.

Still in my breast one soft desire remains,
Pure as that star, from guilt, from interest, free
Has gentle Delia tripp'd across the plains,
And need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?

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poem by William Shenstone
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Poem 91

I Saw in secret to my Dame,
How little Cupid humbly came:
and sayd to her All hayle my mother.
But when he saw me laugh, for shame:
His face with bashfull blood did flame,
not knowing Venus from the other,
Then neuer blush Cupid (quoth I)
for many haue err'd in this beauty.

poem by Edmund Spenser
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Imprisoned

Falling:
Imprisoned, while
Hiding-
Eyes, fixed upon
Mountains of madness-
Chained to the sky,
Yellow hued-
Venus, rising:
Looking;
Shadows,
Reflecting pond-
Angry?
Can you
Believe in
Starlight?
Only when I am
Falling from
Mountains of
Madness
Wishing upon a

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poem by Claudia Krizay
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