Titled The Psalmist Creed, emerging poet Asford Psalms’ weekly poetry column consists selected poems from his yet-to-be-released debut collection.
Here is Zeus:
Men are men.
Their strengths are the same.
But my strength is in bonds of ten.
So I am different; and not the same.
Men are men.
Their acts are fair.
But I am not the average.
So I am rare.
I will make you see another colour in the rainbow.
I will show you something; you wouldn’t let go
I will bow your heart with Cupid’s arrow.
I will make you say the words and my actions will tell the whole show.
I am strong and mighty.
But I have the heart of twenty.
I will make the world crawl at your feet.
And your battles will be won on the fields without a single step of your feet.
Then we will come home to share a better feast.
A feast of hearts, wine and bodies that lay in each other’s path.
I will call a band of angels to sing and play you the harp.
I will make you walk on clouds.
And you will wish not to come down.
I will make your heart beat faster.
But you will wish not to calm down.
I will make you teased at the prowess with my lightening bolt.
The bolt to shoot you to Venus and meet Aphrodite.
Men are men.
Their acts are fair.
But I am rare.
I will carry you as the world.
And will carry the world for you.
My powers are true.
And I know you want a taste too.
I will make pain seem in vain.
As you enjoy in you, my bolts reign.
By its action, you will scream a dozen times.
But I can take you to a score.
And I know at the end of the twelfth rhyme, you will ask for more.
In your cry with joy and the sweat from your internal flames, I will show you the role of my iron bolt.
It rules with eternal thrust.
A thrust as deep and seems not to end.
A thrust that touches your heart and soul.
A thrust that makes you tighten your grips in satisfaction.
A thrust that causes rain on your lotus garden.
A thrust that awakens a sleeping soul.
Men are men.
Their acts are fair.
But I am not the average.
I am rare.
Asford Psalms.