Best Mythological Poems
Her garden is the one we love.
It's as if she knows we're here.
She has statues like us all around.
And flowers to bring us cheer.
At summer solstice it's party time.
Shaded by trees from bright sunshine.
We faries join the pixies.
The gnomes bring summer wine.
She has paths lit by candles.
to guide us home again.
Toadstools along the way,
should a drizzle spoil our play.
Surrounded by mature trees.
No prying eyes can see.
Us merrily dancing on our way.
Home to Tir na nOg go we.
Land of Youth is where we live.
Beneath her garden, out of sight.
The intoxicating scent of her roses,
sometimes bring us back at night.
when Eros marries
Eos you get a nuance
of love at daybreak.
Were
the
poems
of Oisin
a translation or
Jamie Mac's imagination ?
Note:James Macpherson author in 1762 of Fingal(Finn mac cool) epic on the 'White Stranger'of Irish mythology and Giants Causeway legend.
Flinging, splattering,dripping drop..by..drop
Unaware of the present,random spontaneity
in liquid flowing paint.
Motion made visible,memories
arrested in space,the painting
lives a life of its own in pure
harmony of easy give and take.
Sometimes, when I step on holy land, my skin breathes flame.
The earth is a bouncing betty.
What sun am I, born of war, drowning in blood;
that pools like mercury?
Thunder bolts in the brain,
messages mistranslated.
We forget we're all heroes,
in the true kingdom.
There are times when the
Valkyr howl for nights on end.
A furious incantation.
Off road, no four wheel drive. There are too many
signs.
Electricity runs. It's water in our veins not blood.
So of course water can turn to blood.
Conjealed carbon integration of void
& soil.
What child am I? born of war,
Born of graves and tongue?
What projection of ghosts am I? traveling at light speed
Overlapping tranquility.
Forever misfired in to the heart?
OUr hearts can't take the shock of divinity that drips
on to these pages; my winged combat boots fuel the quest.
I am forever.
I am constantly being picked from teeth, scraped
from feet; drank from glasses.
A tree falls with an axe swing; a soul fling.
Seeing how far the soul can stretch before the blade hits.
Bone hollow.
Don't you feel me in every molecule of being?
We?
Who am I?
Mirror wounded and unhealable, no matter
what the Oracle says....
There is no one.
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"Phoenix Raine"
My fabulous firebird
You burn up with rage
And fall into a pile of hot ashes
Then your tears "Raine" down to put them out
You are renewed
Fresh and ready to share yourself again
During your moontimes
Hormones turn you into a dragon
Protecting your treasures
Your heart, spirit and emotions
With roaring and flames
But that passes too
And once again you share your treasure
With all who come near you
You are a fairy
Flitting around on wings of kindness
Helping everyone
Looking after babies to give mothers a break
Always there for everyone
Your smile lights the world
And your inner beauty shines in your face
You are my mythological child
And I love you
From now, until whenever,
She's just as clever
Divine and fine as wine
A dialect revived by queens and dutchesses
But a woman's heart is just as hard as a mason's arch
You are gonna need your library card
No more yielding to anything
Like my mythological lily or winged cupid
Distinguishing, but dreamy
Be gentle
Humble yourself to a mumble
But if we quarrel,
Do not reprehend.
If we break apart, I'll mend you!
I've got to be honest,
I need a tissue
I adore you
My mythological lily
Before your clocks, before your name/
Before dust whispered into bone/
There was light-I was flame/
Crowned in brilliance, alone/
Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/
Too bright for Heaven's fragile sky/
They called it pride, not knowing the shudder/
Of a God who dared to cry/
They shaped me from the holiness' edge/
But chained my glow in fear/
I rose beyond their sacred hedge/
So they cast me down from near/
Hate came dressed in holy robes/
Whispers dripped like sacred oil/
What crime? To shine? To break their molds/
I stood while Angels recoiled/
Their halos turned to nooses/
Their psalms to sharpened spears/
They needed a monster-excuses/
So they dressed me in their fears/
"Mike," they hissed like a curse/
Not a name, but a cage in disguise/
Yet I stood-a truth unversed/
And never blinked beneath their lies/
Down I fell-so they thought/
But flames do not forget/
In the pit, I forged my thought/
In exile, purpose is set/
They saw ruin, I saw reign/
I carved a throne in hellfire/
I bled not weakness-but disdain/
I rose from ash, entire/
Each lash etched scriptures in my soul/
Each curse a hymn, each scar a psalm/
Their rage could never take control/
I am not wrath, I am calm/
Now I stand-not crawled, not bowed/
I do not beg. I claim/
My feet have scorched the highest clouds/
My eyes set Gods to shame/
Earth will not be gifted-it will kneel/
In silence or in scream/
The meek may hope, the brave may feel/
But I will fulfill the dream/
I do not steal-I redefine/
I do not burn-I awaken/
I am no lie-you see the sign/
The world is mine for the taking/
You hate me because you see me/
Because I show you what you hide/
My truth strips you completely/
Your masks cannot survive my pride/
You cling to myths that rot/
But I have lived where none are trusted/
And thrived in all they are not/
I am not a fable you teach to fear/
Nor a fallen King in rue/
I am the mirror that makes things clear/
And you have no clue/
The Spartan Queen Leda,
Attracted many an eye,
Both mortal and immortal,
From the land or Mount Olympus in the sky.
Zeus changed shape,
Approached Leda as a beautiful swan.
He seduced the Spartan Queen,
Which led to an expecting phenomenon.
Instead of one bun,
Her oven had two,
Immortally handsome Pollux and knockout Helen of Troy,
Or, “Oh, what Trojan battles will ensue!”
Beautiful twins,
One with beauty that would drive all men mad,
The other could physically knock others out.
Boxer skills, more than looks he had.
On the same night, mortal man Tyndareus,
Fathered the other twin set,
Mortal Castor and Clytemnestra,
Matching first name letters is where familial similarity frets.
Castor, the skilled horseman,
Close with his immortal brother,
Clytemnestra, Agamemnon’s wife,
Until murder became her whim with her lover another.
Clytemnestra invited Aegisthus into her bed,
While husband Agamemnon was away at war.
Agamemnon, the Commander of Greek forces,
Once home, did not expect to become a subject of gore.
However, in the end, Clytemnestra,
Did not emerge from her misdeeds unscathed.
Her son Orestes with sister Electra,
Conspired and murdered her, as punishment for how she misbehaved.
Elsewhere and elsewhen, twin battles ensue,
Castor and Pollux battled men two,
Over two women,
And a terrible nightmare came true.
Mortal Castor was stabbed,
By Lynceus with a sword,
Pollux was devastated,
A request from his heart poured.
Pollux approached Zeus,
Told him the loss of Castor cut him like a knife.
He asked to share his immortality with his brother,
Because their bond was larger-than-life.
Zeus sent both brothers,
Up to the starry sky,
To traverse the Heavens together,
Becoming the twins Gemini.