Tlaloc – Aztec Deity
rain is mine
to command
to call down with
benevolent flourish
or halt with a
brandish of temper
either way
I am Tlaloc
the giver of glory
through abundance
of prosperous yields
or through famine
of punishing drought
either way
will your story
be written
forever on stones
of the pyramids
praised upon altars
or damned in the runnels
either way
it is you whose
behavior will choose
from my gifts
but as son of the war gods
I may nonetheless
move to destroy you
(originally posted November 2013)
Poesy plus Polemics 
Very powerfull write. I really liked the tonality that it inspired me to read in. Loved this part the best:”either way
will your story
be written
forever on stones
of the pyramids
praised upon altars
or damned in the runnels”
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thank you kindly
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Yes, powerful–the rhythm of your perfectly chosen words is always powerful.
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I’m glad to know there’s still power in some small part of me
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Power can be a subtle thing, I suspect you own a good bit of it.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Feeling the power of the persona. Nice write up.
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thank you kindly
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Both gift and warning – such is the power of the mythical.
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agreed
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Reblogged this on bohemiangypsy and commented:
HAD to reblog this 🙂
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Love this Paul and the image is perfect!
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many thanks, penny
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WOW-Good. The power of words that punch, lest readers nonchalantly pass by…
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much appreciated
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Welcome 🙂
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Tlaloc was a cat? 🙂
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don’t think so
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A fearsome god. I like his turquoise face.
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me, too – though I chose one of his least repugnant images
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