Long Mythology Poems
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A truly wise man's intuition shall forbode him upon concocting a conclusion's to the wonder of
his tale's
Painstaking to avoid such indulgence choosing rather to absolve himself and the parabell at
Prosperities feet to be forged
The unwritten ending can surely never haunt its creator's , For what has yet to be concluded
can never be disputed
Cast unto an un timed Mantle piece clock mesmerizing your thoughts punctuated only by its
language Tick , Tock
Set in black and white pulsing to the beat of ones nature confined only by the subtilties of
thought , Your's alone to read and be privately screened
Played out to an audience weighed down by instilled beliefs , those inquisitive mind child like
in nature tittilated to discover
versus simple mind's blinded by mythology born out of man and perpetuated through ages
devolved of recrimination and reproach
Be your story one of love or of realities soft scented glove waved in ciptulation an order of
surrender to the world that we live in
contrived and contemptuous to our kin our fellows , Taught to disregard out of hand if
society's rules deem them not to be of equal status or standing
May your stories breath light upon darkened times and expose the brittle stage lights which
blur ones sight to the final conclusion the artists staged illusion
To the poor dispurce wealth the sickly unabated health and a commandment of love written
in blood to love that which is nearest your heart holds most dearest
Picture the future with clourfull strokes , care and abandon of a life worth living devoid of
wealth and immune to government stealth
Has history's lesson' not taught us that Hell is beneath us , the Heaven's above us and left
Man in the middle to ponder Gods riddle !
I’m in need of a pot of gold so a rainbow I must find.
First a rain dance I must perform, I hope that you don’t mind.
It must be danced at the dawn of day, or as the sun does set,
Because when the sun lies low in sky the rainbows shine the best.
Now pots of gold are an Irish lore and I am not of that clan,
And rain dances are performed by the natives of our land.
I hope that mixing cultural norms does no real harm to me,
But I come from a boring lot with no fantastic mythology.
So I danced around chanting words I made up while I hop.
I did it on a cloudy day the weather man said the drought would stop.
I wore a green hat and leather spats and four leaf clovers in my hair,
I was amazed when through the haze a rainbow did appear.
I followed the rainbow with high hopes, praying I chose the right end.
I’m willing to share the gold with you and the rest of my friends,
But when the end I finally reached there was no pot of gold there,
Just unicorns, magical horns, and Medusa with snakes for her hair.
I. O my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want
II. Moving through the smoke of October,
The dry chill of night...
Tending to the bells in the upper atmosphere...
I am Keeper of the Chimes,
Seeker of the Hearts
Of those who yet seek, and know not yet that they seek,
The Breath of Life and the Flame in the Night...
I am here and I am She
Who loves you all and loves you alway,
And lo, I am with you until the end of your age
Fiction or fiction? I say fiction
how about youse guys?
most people WANT to believe in magic
so they keep the door open
no harm and sure does boost
tourism dollars for those thrifty Scots
don't blame them do you?
to this day, Anne Boleyn still haunts
the Tower of London
who are we to dispute these so-called myths
although the human mind is capable
of all kinds of strange images and illusions
the lure remains all these years later
keep an open mind is my philosophy
I know, I know what you're thinking
he's into the sauce again!!!
wouldn't it be so amazing that if one day
Nessie came up on land
for a picture-taking session and talked to CNN
NOW I'M JUST BEING SILLY...
i don't want to go back, i want to go forward
see more, do more
i am going to apply for that butler position
the dressing gown is out of retirement
my daughter's contribution today was a banana biff
and brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brshcwhir, pounck
there are no oranges left
my son slams the fridge door; cold turkey
exponential eggs and cardboard cheerios
feet up on the desk Hindu mythology
the alarm goes off; i go off
find a book on magic
and lie awake at night not knowing the arthurian legend
a tropical island experience
when will IHOP open in Britain?
i see a table of people with just ordered strawberry banana pancakes
i launch myself, jump on the table belly first
GOOD AFTERNOON
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
BOYS AND GIRLS
FROM AROUND THE WORLD
AND ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
WELCOME... TO THE WORLD
OF TRANSHUMANISM.
AND WELCOME TO THE
INTELLECTUAL BEHAVIOR
MODIFICATION ARENA.
GUARANTEED TO ALTER
YOUR CRITICAL THINKING.
I AM YOUR HOST...
THE DAPPER RING MASTER...
BRINGING YOU JOY AND THE...
UNDERSTANDING OF PROJECT:
ASTER.
ASTER, NAMED AFTER THE
GREEK WORD FOR "STAR"
THE MEANING OF ASTER..
IS WISDOM , LOVE
GREEK ORIGIN ASTRAEA
MEANS OF THE STARS, HEAVENS.
GREEK MYTHOLOGY ASTRAEA
IS THE VIRGIN GODDESS OF
JUSTICE, INNOCENCE, PURITY
AND PRECISION.
THE STORY GOES.
ONE NIGHT ASTRAEA WAS SO
UPSET BY HOW FEW STARS
THERE WERE IN THE NIGHT
SKY, THAT SHE BEGAN TO CRY.
AS SHE WEPT, HER TEARS FELL
TO THE GROUND AND TURNED
INTO STAR SHAPED
ASTER FLOWERS.
SIT BACK AND RELAX
IN OUR SCIENTIFICALLY
DESIGNED AND ENGINEERED
NEURAL NETWORK COMPUSEAT.
PUT YOUR FEET UP.
ATTACH YOUR HEADSET.
AND PREPARE YOURSELF
FOR YOUR INFUSION OF
PROJECT: ASTER. A TECHNOLOGY
OF SUPERHUMAN CAPACITY.
GET READY TO GO BEYOND...
THE OUTER LIMITS OF REALITY.
BEYOND... THE UNIVERSE...
OF IMAGINATION. BEYOND TIME...
AND UNDERSTANDING...
YOU ARE NOW RECEIVING
EXTRATERRESTRIAL AND
INTRATERRESTRIAL
LIFE FREQUENCIES
INTO YOUR TERRESTRIAL BEING.
IN A FEW MINUTES
YOU WIIL EXPERIENCE
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ALIVE.
TO BE FILLED WITH LIFE...
BEYOND HUMAN OR ALIEN CAPACITY.
YOU WILL RAPIDLY BEGIN
TO UNDERSTAND ELEVATED
CONSCIOUSNESS...
AND EXCEED... EVERY LEVEL
KNOWN TO MANKIND
NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU
SEE, SMELL, TASTE, TOUCH OR
FEEL... LIFE... THE SAME AS
YOU DO TODAY.
AFTER TODAY YOU...
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
MANKIND... WILL NEVER...
BE... THE SAME.
EMBRACE THIS MOMENT
IN TIME... FORE THERE IS...
NO TURNING BACK NOW.
THE TIME HAS COME.
THAT MOMENT HAS PAST.
YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE
PROJECT: ASTER TECHNOLOGY.
THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE...
THE UNIVERSAL FREQUENCY...
OF WISDOM AND LOVE.
Michael E. Harris
12122021
Prisoner mortally confined,
plotting your escape like Papillon,
conceiving freedom like a zoo animal.
Then dreaming on,
you meet a flying child in all your mirrors.
Nearly weightless, pulled in every gale,
lifted like a kite,
catapulted high over every trail.
Then dreaming on,
you are the drafty power of your path,
the easy elevation of your flight.
This embedded skill is never forgotten.
Deep within the hippocampus,
your winged Poseidon,
the flying child in all your mirrors.
Then dreaming on,
soaked in sleep, reverie’s seahorse.
Flying child,
free of worldly constraints,
free of torment and angst,
free in oceans and skies,
your tourist anima continues vaulting.
But then, eyes open in the dim grimness,
You remember this cell,
these sad limits of the corporeal.
Yet, how is it that your dreams know more?
Prisoner mortally confined.
Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023
Authority Supreme
Asserting that "I AM"
Affirmed as GOD and LORD
Assuring salvation
Around love, mercy, grace
Authenticating life
Against man-made god, Zeus...
Zealous king of thunder
Zoomed to gather the clouds
Zestfully controlling
Zodiac, yet indeed…
Zapped by great GOD*’s might
Zenith HIS compassion
Zeroing on true faith.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
March 5, 2022
2nd place, "Greek Mythology" Pleiades Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 3/8/2022.
Edited on March 9, 2022, with the first stanza added.
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 the harbour, ships dock and depart for trade.
A sot fishing from the rocks pays no heed.
A farmer plows while a shepherd gazes
And watches a young man falling from Grace.
Splash in! Kicking up his legs in the sea,
And drowns as Daedalus cursed and sheep graze.
In Sumer land, you first appeared.
A potent god, both loved and feared.
Queen of Heaven, joined to its lights.
Moon your father, Sun your brother.
Venus was your symbolic star.
You were too, a goddess of war.
Fierce, fiery, passionate, and proud,
violent storms raged in your breast.
Goddess of sexuality,
and patron of the prostitutes
Your worship involved sexual acts,
Your temple housed your prostitutes.
Enchantress you, and sorceress,
goddess of magic and of spells.
You spur desire and alter forms,
despising all societal norms.
You changed your face to suit your space,
And you are known by many names.
Ashtoreth, Astarte, Inanna,
Aphrodite, Venus are you.
You are a female and a male,
with power to transform and mar.
You turn a woman into a man
and a man into a woman.
You ruled the cultures of the past,
and held sway over regions vast.
But when the Christian message came,
men’s hearts were changed, and you lost fame.
Your temples famed relics became,
as worshippers no longer came.
Your cult faded as all cults do,
when men discover what is true.
You lost your lure for centuries,
while men to God their knees did bend.
But as their faith began to wane,
your fame you did, slowly regain.
You spurred a revolt on sex norms,
then inverted natural sex forms.
You blurred lines between the sexes,
breeding in minds that which perplexes.
Today you wage a full-scale war,
designed to destroy and to mar.
You plan to squash man’s soulish bent
and from him every virtue rent.
Wake up my fellow human beings.
Consider what these grim lines mean.
Ishtar wants to destroy your soul,
But God desires to make you whole.