Best Mythic Poems
Twilight Whispers
Our whispers during twilight,
highlight a mystical moment
of owl-light during our special
walk together in this lush forest.
This moment captures for us a
period of true tranquility where
issues, problems, and other earthly
worries carry no weight, no penalty.
Holding hands now, we walk slowly,
whilst gently speaking to one another
in whisper-like tones bespeaking a
mythic rhythm now that’s one with
our souls and the spirits of this forest.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2018 (Free Verse)
Therein lies your beauty
testify to me no longer
of dandelions and daffodils
of butterflies and bumblebees
do not chant as crows
beyond sight scatter
then gather
in frigid naked trees
diseased with
discord
disaffection
malfeasance.
The recompense for
transgressions
lays waste to beauty’s cache
of finery
of magnificence
of splendor
do not disgorge sorrows
breathlessly
from your heaving chest
that conclave of muted
dreams vague and dreary
do not yearn
for lovely things
that
evade you
elude you
avoid you.
Talk then of
gnarled paths
overgrown with weeds
and thick brush
and rotting moss
sing soft melancholies
into indifferent airs
scatter
your tributes breathlessly
entreat this soul
to yearn ache desire
for hues of sustenance
those colors
those images
those portraits
of secret truth
lying in wait
for the impact
of despair
dismay
distress.
Therein lies your beauty
your truth
and your essence
yet do not brave
the chasm for
it is conquered
it is besieged
it is occupied
by forlorn sages
aching to know
what chance their hopes had
from casting dreams
and illusions
and secrets
undetected
into blackened pools
of wonder.
Even dread Beelzebub
hot with rage
blindly jealous
with furious hatred
ravenous for vengeance
who rose from putrid ashes
who rose from rancid death
who rose from deadly hell
fiercely intent on doom
is but feeble
and infirm
for scarcely could he
barely could he
set ablaze
reign terror
wreak havoc
on one tenth of
the thousand worlds
within this volatile
and eremitic imagination.
(click the pic for Angst & Anger)
Come my beloved
rest long within
the ethereal reaches
of my haven
within my sanctuary
rest your wickedly disconsolate
mind and so lay in repose
absolve yourself in shadows
cast for you
renew yourself in
the mist of my creation.
Crush me with your suffering
and your broken dreams
and your histories and your
deadliest deceptions
those cunning slayers of
all your hopes
so as I cast spells from
my dying contemplations
my terrible meditations
far West
I can obliterate them
annihilate their affect
vanquish their theme.
Envelope me in your angst
in your sorrow and your grief
as I lay dying
behind black embers
buried in the debris
of my decaying magic
ignite my cold conjurings
into vivid imaginations
into vibrant vagrancies
impress upon me
your utter depravities!
Suffocate me with
your inglorious sufferings
that I might ever
fixate on them
ruminate their demise
fashion my incantations
while I sleep
in the furthest
reaches of my
dread desolate world
while I sleep
in my secret realm
that ancient city
forged from mystic sands
which drift far and wide
far beyond the sphere of
creations glorious cosmos.
SHE beams with joy, like one in love
with love itself and all that’s bright;
and when the Grecian gods above
unloose her from the Stygian night,
she sparkles like a brilliant dove
in the rays of the morning's light.
With golden locks, in flax so fair,
and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none are like her or can compare
to her likeness and lustrous hue
which give sight to the blind who dare
request to see her shine anew.
Thus, pre-ordained as mythic Muse
and well-worshiped as though a saint,
whom none deny or could refuse
or with vile words destroy or taint,
let therefore all beings freely choose
to revere her without constraint.
This is the hard sense of it
The mythic falls apart
No Bojangle character in the story
The postmodern drama
Unfolds a new tragedy
I can hardly believe this was so deliberate
Yet no one saw the plunge into realism
Would do this
Would do this
And do it again deeper and deeper
Excoriating us
But in the sense of a morbid murderer
Bludgeoning to death our faith
Behind the concrete dimensions of space-time
Did they not understand
Did they not even think about it
For something else in us must have snapped
Before we took the stage and flopped
O it does not matter to you I see
You just like your poetry clean like a child's diaper
I just want the bond to hold between the child and I
This society will not know peace alone by that though
Man must believe in what he cannot see
To conform to the rigors of authority
Or else what else
Can coerce the sundering of individual will
If the mythic is dead
Should I tell them
That without the mythic we are dead
There is so much and so little
Realism can do for us
I think the modern focus is the debit's
Excessive show of losing habit
It is how we cipher even the spiritual
When nothing is left after
The mythic is dead.
"Mythic"
Overseeing the savages,
the gods watch from their war room above,
pinning their voodoo dolls on the table
Federations of strange angels
about to cut through
the silver lining
into the bloodied
muck of it all
mythic gods of old
spilling a chilling
new meaning
to it all
Halloween arrived
too early before them,
they have seen it all before
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
[Verse 2]
"Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings
[Pre-Chours]
Now hidden in disguise
Cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive
With a song from inside
[Verse 3]
Even though we're all alone
We are never on our own
When we're singing, singing
Home, home!"
(excerpt, lyrics of "Israel"/Siouxie & The Banshees, Nov 1980).
Full lyrics of the song, "Israel", in comment boxes below.
Poetry: A Mythic Bird,?
Flying over diverse landscapes,
?Catching clues, cryptic signs,?
Messages from mysterious places,
?Beings, our starry ancestors,?
Mirror-earthly poets here,?
Resonating in rainbow hues,
?Refining, surrendering, creating,?
Poetic cosmic web, symbolic net,
?Casting visions into an infinite ocean,?
Or into invisible etheric spaces,
Nature’s precious garden too,
Poets cultivating sweet melodies,
Elemental sprites in gleeful abandon,
Wind songs, sun dances,
Rays streaming, love enchanted,
Praying sparks may flare, ignite,?
Sparkle in twilight zones,?
Candles flickering in darkened caves,?
Poetry, gifted from angels,?
And other Celestial friends,?
Reminding, that we are passing by,?
Earthbound, but also Cosmic wanderers,?
Evolving into universal light-bringers,?
Shedding outworn garments of limited identity,?
Celebrating spiritual maturity long earned,
?Learning sublime, transformational language,
?Words that resound in open hearts,
Oh you wondrous mythic bird,
Poetry!
The stream that once seemed mythic
shimmering about the
saturated green of moss
speaks less clearly now
of delight
or else my spirit’s appetite
has by imperceptible measures
abandoned its audacity
withering toward serenity
as the deer’s corpse
beside the path
seen at first still grey
as the maple’s bark in Winter light
and even later
when all softness had succumbed
the arc of the neck retaining yet
the implication of grace
at last the flesh grown dark
stretched taught upon the bone
and death’s honeyed stench conspired
to eclipse all splendor
now occasionally one may discover
beneath a briar
beside a fallen branch decaying
a rib or tooth
that most callous
within the lissome beast
preserved amidst love’s slow corruption
to be claimed by the curious
and placed beside the shells
and twisted roots
a source of fascination
that once participated
in joy too lithe to grasp
I know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more easily articulated
by identifying sympathy's antithesis
as dissociation.
Sympathetic feelings
may be captured by:
Twinkle twinkle
little star
how I wonder what you are
from afar
As co-empathic compassion by:
Twinkle twinkle
big bright star
now I see just who we are,
new enlightening depths
mutually ajar.
Like the difference
between ***********
and regenerative
sexual ecology,
Asking for a thesaurus
for synonym wealthy choices
does not help
if my standard of healthy success
hopes to spin and weave
a co-arising dipolar chorus
Lyricizing analogies between theoretical God
and experiential Love
inviting our polyphonic
evolving metaphoric
spirit sympathetic
for EarthTribe's polypathic
healing reeling
revolving metamorphic
wealthy rocking
nature co-empathetic
Enough to know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more fluidly articulate
separating sympathy's antithesis
as silent
and neglected disassociations.
No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood-stained sword will release
my foolish life from its hollow chest
so slow I die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!
No quiet wake of honor shall be held
no slow loving march of the damned
solemn to hasten me to eternal sleep
no I shall ever wail silently as I decay.
Terrible mists of doom rise eerily and
creep hauntingly before my fading eyes
cast upon the distant shore of love lost.
No angels of mercy will soar this field
thick with the rancor of my bitter defeat
they will not remove this elegiac song
shrouded by sick stench of stoic hope.
Oh that I could in great haste be felled
not seep bone coldly into Hades cruel
might his dread hot abyss of suffering.
No arrow swift flying will find its mark
no sword nor spear will ever pierce me.
Aye, this poison by which I’ll not die
looses the design of even black vultures.
I will wither and linger alone as it reigns
cold perfect terror over me and claws at
where slow my life leaking seeps to hell.