George Pararas-Carayannis

Honolulu, Hawaii, USA

Dr. George Pararas-Carayannis has been writing poetry all his life, initially in his native language, Greek, and subsequently in English. George, a renowned oceanographer of international reputation, now retired, has authored more than 150 technical publications and popular articles in the field of natural disaster mitigation. He has poems published in the "Greek Letters" and by The National Library of Poetry. He is a member and past officer of the National Society of Arts and Letters. Presently, he has a book of poetry under preparation and maintains on the Internet his own Poetry Pages which he is welcoming you to visit at: http://www.pixi.com/~itmc/DrGeorgePCPage.html and at: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/4870. George says, "Writing poetry has been a conscious quest for personal gratification and freedom, a moral and aesthetic vision of my life - and what is left of it." George welcomes letters. You can E-Mail him at: itmc @pixi.com.

The Ultimate Result of Evolution

In the temporal domain of experience,
I reside fully submerged,
Seeking consciousness and knowledge,
The full sensual impact to my physical body.
Grasping the multiplicity of time,
In the reality of temporal experience,
I try to justify my human entity
By reconciling the conscious with the unconscious,
The real with the altered, the true with the imaginary.
And thus, I exercise the power of my species,
My personal identity of shelf through life,
Defining and redefining my human existence, by reaching,
As no other species can, across my past and future.
In my ability to recall the past,
I imagine the consequences of future actions.
By being aware simultaneously of past and future,
While submerged in the domain of present experience,
I form the judgments that guided me,
Starting afresh and reassuring my dominance and continuity on this planet.
I am the ultimate result of evolution.

The Birth of the Doric Nation

Of darkness and imperfect sights was born,
With astronomical accuracy you might say,
Of barren, primordial rocks,
In unsuspecting barbaric legacy,
Circumference kissed by the Sea.
Then Spring came - disfigured still,
Upon a curving sky of Time, the Titan gods befallen.
The Hour was ripe for the invaders.
Attracted by the blue boundaries of ocean rivers,
And forests of olive trees - hill after hill,
In concert with a friendly sky and orchestrations of harmony,
And so they stayed.
Pounded with iron and bronze.
Islands, mountains, plains,
Pounded the Earth Awakened,
from Crete to Macedonia,
Reflecting the will of men who knew no fear.
Monuments of rocks they made,
In shapes and forms unknown,
Greatness unleashed profusely,
The laws of nature arrested, unwoven, deciphered, paper-bound,
With geometrical symbols and undisputed logic.
Beyond the Pillars of Hercules thy ventured,
And the blue vineyards of Latin Seas,
Beyond the plains of Ethiopia, Africa circumnavigated.
To set the course for all mankind.