Daedalus Poems - Poems about Daedalus

In ancient tales of myth and lore, There lived a craftsman wise and sure, With skill and cunning, he did create, A pair of wings for his son's fate. Ikarus, the son, was filled with glee, As he flew high, so wild and free, But Daedalus warned, "Do not soar too high, For the sun will melt your wings, you'll die." But Ikarus...

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Daedalus And Icarus E'er thee an apparatus means to fly, Ye equaling a part of chambered lofts, Bestow upon thee that preoccupy, Serendipitous thou challenges softs. Ye, Crete's labyrinth denotes completion, I shalt ere thee pleasure my dream to be, Near its end, I urged sage words to my son, Abandon naught for the gods watch o'er thee. Ne'er neareth sea lest moisture heft...

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And did those wings in ancient time Soar upward in the sun burnt sky: And was the father of our dreams Seen boldly taking us on high! And did the clever man of arts Shed light upon our lofty bent? And was a seed implanted in That Cretan's dark imprisonment? Bring me my wings of fair design; Bring me the power of desire! Bring me...

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Icarus and Daedalus Icarus awoke to watch the sunrise And convinced himself that he was blessed. Then donned wings made of wax, feathers, and thread, To fly with Daedalus up in the skies. Soared they on wings; freedom comes with a price. Icarus climbed higher, and the wax melted. His arms beat uselessly, so down he plummeted Because he ignored his father’s advice. In...

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I, who now sit alone by this barren shore Looking vainly out to sea as if I thought I could espy distant Crete, Have become a source of ridicule Among these lesser men, Who strut and title themselves architects And brag of the hovels they erect and call palaces, Built for the king of a land that knows no better, But,...

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5star tuning fork then. Interesting information from a cat who is curled on a very high shelf. Street credibility is neither two frogs in matching hats or a piñata. Oh drapes then. Opinionated official onion oaths on orderly ordained octagonal oceanographic oranges. No boats. Hahahaha and now a long lengthy bean discussing pines in lines....

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