Long Myth Poems
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Emerging from dappled shadows dim
Panther skulk speaks compassion's incessance
Gentlest ally protects all Creator's kin
Hunter's bulk subdued by sweet breath essence
Hot wafting exhale compels creatures
Fragrance soothes universal firm friendships
Mottle spot camouflage flank features
Manuscript of many talents shared intensive
Granted allegiance nurtures frightened
Hundred eyed hide has stealth of God on Earth
In Panther's presence, fears quietened
Caterwaul roar at tomb mouth reclaims His turf
5th October 2020
Written for Contest : Panther, Legendary Creature
Sponsor : Julia Ward
"I would caterwaul to the tempest wind
if the warrant of death I could rescind.”
~ by poet
The thought of death brings with it grief
haunting me on each pale moon night
From its dark clutches there is no relief
The Reaper fills me with morbid fright
It's a bane of life; my human plight
Conceived and carried to my mother born
Only to face death and dust ~ forevermore
Sorrow pricks my skin as a rose's thorn
When death comes, I will not open the door
I cannot hide my disdain nor my scorn
I'm grieved hearing the wolf howl at the moon
I feel sadness as it mourns in loneliness
Its cry is more emotional than that of a loon
Death is a cruel fate that bears no tenderness
Who is to blame for it? Who do I impugn?
I think of Poe's Raven. Is it death I fear
or tales of madness in the avian's caw?
I gasp for breath and staunch a tear
when it fills me with angst, a human flaw
knowing one day the Reaper will appear
It is the curse of mankind, the burden I carry
To be cut down by the skeleton's scythe
I am eager to bring him reason to tarry
Relief from grief I'd know if he were a myth
but I'm defenseless to impede with a parry
What if forever was never meant to be?
Just a story we told ourselves to sleep at night,
A myth we wrapped around broken promises
So they wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning.
I loved you like a secret —
One I couldn't tell myself out loud.
You were my friend,
But I whispered prayers hoping you’d look at me
With the same ache I buried each day.
You…
You loved with ease,
Like the word "forever" was never heavy.
You held hands with people
While I held back my entire heart.
I look at you sometimes,
And I don’t understand —
How someone before me missed
The way your eyes hold quiet thunderstorms,
How they never saw
That there's a whole damn universe
Spinning softly inside your silence.
And still, I stay.
Even when it hurts.
Because some loves don’t ask for attention —
They just ask to be carried
In the spaces between words,
In glances we pretend not to notice.
This love…
It asks too much.
It makes me prove myself every day,
Like I haven’t bled enough already
Just to stay near you.
I was better without this.
Stronger, maybe.
But even then,
I find myself waiting,
Looking at the moon sitting quietly beside the river,
While my heart sits quietly beside my regret.
You call him your "friend,"
And he brings flowers —
While I bring poems you’ll never read.
He holds your hand in the sunlight,
While I hold my breath in the shadows.
What a strange kind of love this is —
One I must hide,
One I must protect,
Even from you.
Because some stories aren’t told.
Some stories are lived in silence.
Some loves…
Were never meant to be forever.
*Image of Shattered Time by dreamstime
Broken Time
Its hands went frozen a warm summer June,
Bought it new when cool though it waned since then,
Days were young and fresh loved e'er so oft loom,
Vivid hues displayed stills toured page again.
Surged wave tickles feet, residual foams,
A swept updraft breaths as white floats thither,
A thoughtless lapse inside watery zones,
Checked, still ticking, stoppage, not a whisper.
An off-Broadway show, we took the backstreet,
Save being noted, the maddening crowd,
Numbers by one less the proper count sheet,
I look, it is time, lifts the curtained shroud.
Crumpled real, keepsake be, not a myth,
My minuteman whose Father Time, kept with.
2019 September 23
*2nd Place*
In the backstreets of my mind
~~Silent One: Judged 2019 September 26
God calls
No-one heeds the call
Live in the depths
The African is trapped in motherland
Calm seas
Cries from the African birds
Shouting from the slavery camps
Cries of anger
Streets full of poor blacks
Prisions full of discrimination
Live eternally in hell
Colonies come and go
Evil eyes
Black innocents work for life
Until one rised
In the White discrimination
The struggle is beautiful
Now comes a myth
We are free
The first black president
Hidden by white corruption
Controlled by white leaders
He has to talk white
To be black
Where is this misery ever going to end
The life of blacks will never prevail
We need a black prophet
A black jesus
A black Mohammad
From the Egyptian pyramids
To rise again
The African dream
Of beauty
Of end of to struggle
Long live the African dream
Form:
Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings,
In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed,
I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint,
Meandering through alleys where echoes of steps knock on the door of the ether, seeding songs forever set in stone.
I wear a tie that blooms with the fragrance of lavender, enmeshed by dawn,
My vest weaves the aurora, in the squall of night - a vivid canvas, unquenched.
In my ear, a ring, a guiding beacon in an ocean of mysteries,
Spinning tales from sands and dreams of untrodden shores, worlds of myth.
The secrets of dusk send shivers, a sweet murmur of past encounters,
My eyes, lanterns in the dark – stealing hearts amidst fleeting moments.
Complete mystery, my name in the night, an unending thought, an everlasting story,
The contour of a prince at dusk, the sovereign of shadows, the sentinel of evening, forever undefeated.
Ribbons meander in the dance with the breeze, a parade of butterflies under timid rays,
My steps reverberate royally, as a monarch in the moon's ballroom.
My gaze, twice a teacher, a window to enchantment,
Opens the gates to hidden galaxies, intertwining passion with finesse.
Baptized by moonlight, carried away into the ambrosia of stars,
I dream of the odyssey of love, of songs preserved from ancient times.
I, the dreamer, the catalog of the night, an alchemist of hidden crafts,
Roam in search of the absolute, the jewel of love in every meteor breaking silence.
In this solar municipality, the solemnity of the moment petrifies,
I, the suave silhouette of twilight, the beloved being, a diamond amongst shadows.
With every parting from a celestial body, when dawn adorns the day,
We are reborn with the hope of blooming anew, of painting the saga of a magic that never fades.
8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
"I want to be a person amongst people”
Rhoda Monihan
I want to be a person amongst people,
And not someone to god transcendent,
Because if you become a person to god,
You’re really only a person to Christians.
It’s not fair that the myth that god exists,
Is a reality for some and a mental model,
Whether for believers, the married, nones,
Many just accept that god was behind it.
It could be any situation or circumstance,
Anything you’ve said or in any dialogue,
Any action, throw or modest behaviour,
Some folks put the reason as with god.
It’s better to have society, your community,
And make sure you attend to their needs,
Check yourself for blatantly ignoring them,
Their rights, and smile when they smile.
Cinemas should not be fought, deflected,
By Christians who call them to their kids,
For sinners, those who are of the world,
But hesitate to use the ’s’ word, society.
Yes, that’s right. It’s exactly the same,
As saying that society’s wrong and bad,
By saying that the cinema is not for you,
When you say that church is your place.
The NHS is society’s gift from doctors,
Cinema’s are from actors who emulate,
Law courts free the victim into relating,
And schools educate on how to live.
So I want to be a person amongst people,
To love, live, enjoy and open folks ears,
Believers in god really relate to Christians,
So why not admit people matter first.
The dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers
From fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers
The sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend
as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind
The feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin
The pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within
The battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire
Where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired
To face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired
Many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire
With a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced
severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce
But alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer
and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Myth, Mythos, & Mythical Characters
Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/
Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/
I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/
Chattel ghosts are after me so I can’t afford to be an absentee/
That’s the way it has to be. Many died for my right to choose/
Even if I don’t like the dudes, I must vote, despite the mood/
Despite my feelings that elections do little to bring changes/
Choosing sadists with king wages as their armies sing praises/
Imitation sages. Thinking their group rhetoric is visionary/
Ideas as basic as having sex in positions missionary/
Political dysentery. This system has always been infected/
Vote’s been subjective since the first slave owner’s been elected/
I’ve been neglected and I don’t have the dough to get noticed/
One of the faceless voters. A pawn used in racist quotas/
I face disorder but I’m weighed down by a chaotic tapestry/
Guilty of blasphemy as I elect the next masonic majesty/
The honest travesty is the reality that we’re all expendable/
The poor’s reprehensible as the rich’s laws are extensible/
Democrats more sensible? They all come blunt? I doubt it/
Republicans don’t like me. At least they’re up front about it/
Our wisdom’s clouded. We can’t see their both on the same team/
With the same dream/
Get as much as they can then wipe the slate clean/
This bipartisan system doesn’t allow new voices to surface/
The powers that be, when faced with new choices, get nervous/
They’re hired to serve us, but we transformed them into royalty/
Despite what we feel morally, parties demand total loyalty/
Pay raises quarterly as their conduct grows more disorderly/
Abhorring me and the very few civil laws supporting me/
I don’t mean to be apathetic about the electoral process/
Keeping tabs on the government is an acceptable obsess/
A myth like Lochness? Is Democracy just a pipe dream?/
I must vote to find out. No matter how pointless it might seem...
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