False Visions
Up there on the
top, on the ridge
I laid my scarf,
the silk embroidered one
to rest nicely,
on the green island.
Our orchestra is
set up, by the birds and the sweet nightingales
but in this
beauty, planes fly
their master
sent them to bully us
he got his
revenge long ago, he also wants our islands
he sees them
gray, black and stained with blood
corsair wants to
breed, to take our wealth
to dig the sea
water, to cut the corals
to gush
violently underground, all our treasure.
They want it
madly, the patrons want it too
protectors of
the East, of the far West.
Get away,
everyone, from my Greek island
which has lacy
shores, wooden boats
which has blue
waters and white houses
with crimson
roofs, of a bunch of grapes
with the side
windows, of many colors.
narrow streets
are lost, in the streets and on the sides.
Alexander the
Younger took over the reins
unites the
Greeks together, for a distant campaign
in the depths of
the East, spreads Greece
sows Greek
culture beyond India.
Aiges named
after goats running, into the Pierian mountains
thus the oracle
of King Perdic was brilliantly fulfilled
The Goats with
the golden urn, of Philip's tomb
With the Greek
symbol of the Macedonian sun
on the silver
Lykythos, with the golden wreath.
People are
flocking everywhere, from all over the planet
they gaze at
ancient fragments, closed in the Museums
marbles
scattered on the slopes, pillars of our gods
Bookmarks that
praise, the whole of our history.
Black Gold
The sun descends
on the pond
to drink deep
colored water
before wrapping
his brilliant children
behind the great
mountain.
There on the
calm shore of the lake
they became one
with the yellow
brown plane
leaves
which laid down
an autumn layer
unobstructed and
lakeside.
They became
fertilizer for my thinking
that gallops
like a horse:
We are of the
earth
the prodigal
sons and daughters.
We want the
"fed calf"
rich reward
for our reckless
waste.
How to find it?
In all temples
sacrifices are made...
Black gold and
its ilk
they resist as
much as they can
in the
subterranean abythometer.
The drills are
coming hard
to bleed again
the soft skin of the earth,
to spout a jet
whatever years
it was created!
Many more are
arriving
eternally gifted
children
of water and
natural gas
to find their
salvation.
They complain in
vain
the victims
desperately ask
saving them from
their abuser...
They also go
around unredeemed
they make their
last march
to demonstrate
imperatively:
¨Fifty years
from now
you will have no
water to drink,
hazy desolation
descends
in green
vineyards
and in golden
fields of corn.
Lush trees will
be lost
where will you
cut fruit from?
to feed, to
live!
The barbarian
does not understand
his mindless
arbitrariness.
he falsely
believes that he is crown
the highest form
of life on the planet.
He is a tragic
person,
protagonist who
does not know
that he is
abuser of himself
and his
unfortunate descendants...
ANDROMACHE BENEKOU
ANDROMACHE
BENEKOU was born in Greece. Her love for books
and evolution prompted her to study economics, pedagogy and postgraduate
studies, (with three financial scholarships for excellence from the State
Scholarship Foundation. I.K.Y.) She is an award-winning poet and writer, in
Greece and abroad. She is also a painter and puppeteer. She has six poetry
collections, her poems have themes of Peace, Ancient Greece, Greek History, the
values of freedom, solidarity, love, romance, children etc. She has taken part
in poetry festivals and her poems are published in translation in various
magazines and anthologies in Greece and abroad. She was distinguished for her
original puppet-poetic work and for her volunteer work in institutions of
Ioannina, with the promotion of Greek literature and culture from 2002 to the
present. She was honored as a founding member of the World Day of C. P. Cavafy
and two of her visual constructions “Kithi” (mascot of the Guitar Museum) and
“the guitar fountain” are exhibited at the Guitar Museum in Volos, Greece.
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