Elia Michael Poems

What lovely sight presents itself to me
As I walk in dusk's subdued and soft light
In woods where there is a spring bluebell sea
And ancient trees sway their majestic might
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I cannot believe that I was so treated
I cannot believe that I was mistreated
I cannot believe it really did happen
- Believe it
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Soft silver moonlight streams through the black night
Bathing the earth in a pale ghostly light
The stars in the sky pay the moon homage
They dim thus giving her great advantage
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S'agapisa tote, prin apo poli kairo
Kai s'agapo tora, agapi mou
Mera me ti mera h agapi mou avksizei
Einai to mono pou mporo na skefto
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Antigone, in English it sounds ugly
But say it in Greek and it's beautiful
The t and the g are pronounced softly
And the o - oh the o - it's wonderful!
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I thought I was being good
Polyunsaturated
They repeatedly said should
Be better than saturated
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There where the sea has many shades
Where it meets the shore in waves
Where the foamy water cascades
There I stand above the caves
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It is my other home
And I will soon be there
Beneath the starry dome
In the clear atmosphere.
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It is the time of bluebells
They flourish in England’s woods
Where elves weave their magic spells
While wearing little green hoods
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Three hundred names were carved with pride
Of those Spartans who had all died
Where they had fought the Persian hordes
With their red cloaks and iron swords
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