CHRYSSA
VELISSARIOU
A STRANGE MERMAID
Most of the time
She feels people
are looking through her
Just as if she was
invisible
Although she feels
filled with love
Just as a knocking
cymbal
"Oh my sweet
mother!"
cried out the
daughter of the mermaid
"You whose
the lament has been heard to the end of the Earth!
You whose the
voice is scarcely interpreted by the enlightened ones!"
She is walking
around the Earth
Through the seven
seas
As a wave energy
or just material
She will accept to
be buried in a human tomb
None will
recognise her existence
None will observe
her fish tail
None will pay
attention to her scream
Because she speaks
the language of the many
And peoples wish
their own solitude
Well she is a
prophet neglected because of her super-sound voice
She is a lamenting
aura
An exploding
nothingness
Breathing with
gills in a world where others are pumping air with their lungs
©ChryssaVelissariou2019
THE GARDEN
I have a garden
With wonderful
flowers
By the time you
went away my heart collapsed so rapidly
that I fell in
despair.
I ignored and
neglected my garden.
I was not watering
it,
I was just weeping
but still
my garden survived
thanks to my tears
My garden amazed
me growing wonderful roses
And the roses were
whispering " Lord, save us!"
I started from the
beginning learning how to take care of my hidden Eden
You can see there
so many miracles which could make you smile like me.
They could make
you remember the unscathed bliss of your
universal existence.
The treasure
within you that is not futile, that you suspect it is immortal.
And it might be
...
So I have my
little paradise
where I often
embrace crosswise myself
and derive
pleasure.
I heal the wounded
part of me there and if not, I treat it well at least
Please, Do Not Be
Afraid, you cannot hurt me, my beloved!
Even if that was
your wish, but of course it never was.
I keep alive for
you the perennial tree that Grew there
Whenever its
flowers blossom orange
-the color of
happiness and lasting joy-
I'll come to offer
them to you.
Just to see your
smiling eyes
Or maybe just
because the Garden Of my Soul becomes more beautiful when
occasionally
It is fed by Your
Presence
Without
overwhelming the narrow path of your Precious Liberty
©ChryssaVelissariou2014
THE HUMAN HYENAS
Once a human
raises his head
Above the mediocre
mass
Raged herds of
hyenas smell him
They covet him
They wish to
devour him
They persecute him
until he's left in his solitude
And then they rush
on him to tear him into pieces With their nails
They Desire His
Flesh
They Desire His
Blood
They Desire His
Brains
They Desire His
Heart
They Wish So Badly
To Absorb His Soul In The Dark
I saw many times
the red twinkling eyes Of human Hyenas In the Dark
That's Why I Fear
So Badly To Get Out Of My Lightened Shell
That's Why I Live
In Here Peacefully With Snakes And Scorpions
They respect me
and I respect them
I don't approach
them so they don't killl me with Their Venom
In general I live
isolated
In my Shell
All my life In
Embryum Position
Or I would be
obligated
To mutate into a
hyena in Their Herd
In my Dreams I
Rise Burning like a Star
And I Put on Fire
the Horizon
©ChryssaVelissariou2019
CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU
CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU, a published poet
in Greek and English, has been honored as the 1st International Beat Poet
Laureate of the National Beat Poetry Festival 2017 and as a Lifetime Beat Poet
Laureate of the same festival in 2019 in USA. She has more than 3000 poems on
her blogs. She was a host in Greece of poetic events for the International Beat
Poetry Festival 2015 and 2018 , for the Poetathon 2013 and the Peaceathon 2015,
W P Canada and International, for the 100TPC 2015 and for the Woman Screen
2019. She is a Peace Activist and she has been the W P Canada International
Peace Ambassador 2014-16 to Greece. She is a Professor of Physics (Space
Physics), specialized also in NT Education, honoured and awarded by the
Ministry of Education, Greece. She is also an elected Member of her hometown
Municipality.
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