My weary eyelids
draw towards the evening....
Shadows in fleeting bands
upon the winds....
Silent following
struggling times....
Hard to think...

I laugh aloud to see
whimper
flowers
hover round
a cloud of incense
In my parlour
i take my pens
sit upon
and dictate my hand....
The nameless shadowy lady
Her brandishing hair
in the winds...




ARGIRO TSOURTI

A cup of sparkling poetic fancies
I am tipsy
I sing to you to this soft lute
Every particle of love
of dust
breathes forth its joy....


pHOTO    aRGIRO TSOURTI

The plagues creep on
burning winds
Banners seer' d
In long drawn arches sitting
The nerves of youth renew
Over pale limbs as
a vine
when the tender grape appears
Rage the red flames fierce




PHOTO  ARGIRO TSOURTI

WRITHING LIE-ARGIRO TSOURTI

Pity is become a trade
Generosity a science
Men get rich by
and the country is given to
the strong....

An eagle screaming
The raging fathomless abyss....
round thy dark limbs
on wilds...
My eyes, red,
seek to behold thy face...
Clouds roll and fro...
Silent as despairing love..

Upon the margin'd ocean
conversing with shadows dire...
To what remote land
is thy flight?

I am with
changing reconceptions....

Flagg'd  with grey- brown'd snows
Thunderous visages...
The jealous wings wav'd 
over the deep...

The speary hand
burned aloft
unbuckled was the shield...
Wonder starry night
Stumped to dust....

Our purple and crimson is faded to russet

Our purple and crimson is faded to russet

A purple autumn on the sleaves

Silent pond'ring

The power and dominion is rent from the pole....

Each strong limb bound down as with marble

Each strong limb bound down as with marble

In flames of red wrath burning

Τhe sun of old times

quench'd in clouds

Words burst forth

loud thunders roll...

I see thro' darkness, thro' clouds

rolling round...

Hide from the living...

Ruins of sulphur heaven
Dark ignorance kept in awe
with the whip
The breaking of clouds
swelling  of winds
The universal voice
Man raise his darken'd limbs out of the caves of night

On the wintry seas....
Resistence and war is the tyrant's gain...
Their view for aught that i can see

Ungratified desires
I became a bleeding youth
I don't know
For a tear is an intellectual thing...
A joy with

silken twine...
The age of Rafael....
a hot shade
From street to street
i meet my imagination

This is my prison decorum...
I do poetry
for the sake of being polite
with my inner being
and you...

Steps of the sun
clouds of reason
in artful teasing
Illusions of the human abstract

Visionary faculties
never seak to tell thy love....

Joys is another's loss of ease

Joys is another's loss of ease

Love seeketh not itself to please

We challenge our thinking

This is a 

crafty reflection 

on our lad of ennocence...

A day was fading a dark evening

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

We are warriors in dust

Wrapped in mortality

Slaves of each moment

Lighting borne by furious storms

Rolling dark sounds muffling the sun....

Most times i look nervous

My mind is in poetry

I have to deal with...reality...

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

A day was fading a calm evening

breeding dark plots...

Warriors of dust

Wrapped in mortality

Slaves of each moment

Our leaders say ''guilt is an act of the mind''...

We love the noise of war

Now we are soaring Eagles...