He didn't choose to have it in the first place
Why would he be so mean to keep it.
Just like he got it
Someday he's gonna loose it
Just like he didn't choose to have it
Loosing it definitely won't be his choice
There's alot he doesn't know about it
So who is he to think he owns it all
I gazed into my husband’s eyes.
Eyes once borne by my daughter.
Agamemnon upon Mycenaean soil once more.
I embraced him as a figure crept out of the shadows.
Aegisthus slipped the knife’s hilt silently into my hand.
Agamemnon now forever lay beneath the land.
A hundred-fifty swans in dancing light
of sun were shimmering upon the lake
when Aenghus, God of Love, beheld the sight
and called to her who made his poor heart ache,
"You haunt my dreams. I die for love of you!"
With her reply, the cloak that he had on
turned into soft white wings, for love was true.
And thus it was he joined her as a swan.
How great their joy when Aenghus met his mate,
the fair Caer, there in the gleaming throng.
Imagine knowing bliss to be your fate!
In unison, they sang a wondrous song
so sweet it lulled all listening to sleep,
a melody their hearts would ever keep.
I am not certain sea
is always deep,
no-matter its depth --
As professed love is sometimes
only speech rehearsed, well prepped.
And the sun, though illustriously
shines, can be blind, victim of
self undulating light --
as all
stars, in time, blink out~ sliced from
the heavens by, the eternally appointed,
darkly shrouded, Ever-cleaving Scythe
of Night....
There is a story of a gift,
A Titan of a horse,
The Greeks presented it on wheels -
an olive branch, of course.
The Trojans were so very pleased
And opened city gates,
In rolled the massive equine thing
Now Troy could celebrate!
But all was not just as it seemed
And, as the Trojans slept,
The horse’s belly opened wide
And out Greek soldiers leapt!
All the Trojans met their doom,
Their city razed to ash
The gift they’d thought a lovely horse
Was really meant to smash!
Our modern Troys are still besieged
By tricks and clever ploys,
As Trojan Horses sidle in,
Our systems to destroy.
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Chug Cramproll made his heelstand in Buffalou so the story goes.
He sprinkledd sand on a surface
and made percussion sounds to the amazment of an audeince.
The song "Mumbled" was used as his entrance theme.
It's beleived it was remixed to the standards
of Modern sounds to have
a edgey Urban feel. " Jive Talking" Cat Vamp was said to be his manager.
"Scatt " and Bebop accompanied them to the ring. Off the wire these sounds like
"oh-be Doo-Bee" with some "ahh-you ahh's"
the debutting sounds of reasons.
So Right" and Yubbia Yubbah"
modern talking swing grooves.
When asked about that debut he said
" I'm a fool to want you: you know
that's life: thats the way it's gotta be!"
Where's that Crooner man; WWhere's that Crooner?"
Zu Du-dum: ooh we!
ahh wee ah!
OOh-wee!
Do not Fear, will not fade away at these dawns waving crimson flag
Before burns out last owen that fumes above my homeland
It is my nation's star that will shine forever
Its mine, its my nation's however
Do not wrinkle up your visage dear coy crescent, I'll be sacrificed
To my hero race smile once, what is this severity this wrath
Then will not be just for you our bloods that poured out
Deserves independence my nation who is worshipper of God
Written by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
Translation Honor Su
O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
You don’t have to buy the land
to own the changing landscape
Whose vista priceless yours inside
to live in mortgage free
Or fly a rocket toward the sun
to view each day’s horizon
That comes and goes both East and West
in transitory joy
You don’t have to buy a car
to travel to tomorrow
New pathways wait beyond conveyance
old footsteps in the sand
Or buy a boat and sail the seas
to hear the ocean’s roar
The transience of each crashing wave
— a gift unwrapping free
(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2025)
. THE. SCORPION AND THE FROG.
There once was a frog named Jesus
And a Scorpion named Mohammed.
One day the Scorpion named Mohammed came
to a pond he could not cross
So he asked the frog named Jesus
If he would carry the Scorpion accross the pond
Jesus the frog said yes
But only if you agree not to sting me..
Mohammed the Scorpion agreed
not to sting the frog.
So the frog generously agreed to carry
The Scorpion across the pond, but half way accross
Mohammed the Scorpion stung the frog...
Why did you do that Jesus the grog asked, we will
Both drown and die..
It is in my nature to sting and kill ...
(c) London F. BuSS.2025
Uranus once ruled the ethereal realm
And for a while was at the helm
Until his son, Cronus, overthrew him
But Cronus, too, would have the crown seized from him
Cronus feared he'd lose the throne
Which caused him to swallow more than his pride
He swallowed his children; his wife did groan
But Zeus, she managed to hide
Zeus would eventually rescue his swallowed kin
A potion given to Cronus caused him to 'hurl' them out
But for the throne, there would be a war to win
In their battle with Cronus, victory came about
Thunder rumbled, and a dark cloud coils
Now it was time to divide the spoils
Cronus was imprisoned, never to be set free
Zeus got the sky and Poseidon the sea
I was a student of logic
when the world stopped breathing—
July 20, 1969,
a footprint pressed into silver dust.
Neil Armstrong’s voice crackled,
“one small step…”
and yet, my mind whispered—
was it the Moon,
or a Hollywood stage?
Fifty–six years have burned away,
half a century of miracles and machines.
We send probes beyond Pluto,
yet have not returned
to that pale frontier
just 384,400 kilometers away.
We dive to the edge of oceans,
but never to their blackest trench.
We speak of radiation belts,
Van Allen’s invisible fire—
how did fragile bodies
slip through alive,
wrapped only in cloth and hope?
Pride is America’s anthem.
If the flag had truly bitten lunar soil,
would it not have marched again—
and again—
until a fortress crowned the Moon?
They say budgets broke the dream.
But tell me—
what nation spares the stars
while spilling trillions on war?
The camera rolls.
The world applauds.
The truth drifts somewhere
between silence and space.
Pound a turkey breast thin and flat.
in a bowl mix 2 cups of cooked rice.
2 cups of shredded cheese
1 link of cooked sausage minced
2 cloves of garlic
2/3 cups of chopped onion
1/4 cup of cilantro
1/4 cup of lemon juuice
2 teaspoons of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of fish stock
1&1/2 cup of chopped or pureed shrimp
mix well and place in a piping bag.
filling in the center of the turkey breast.
roll to seal both sides using a double dip method
flour and eggwash and coat with panko.
deep fry in a mixture of olive oil and veggie oil.
cook golden and remove
bake for 35 minutes or until done.
serve with a cheesy grits and a veggie stir fry.
Rendition of Punt de Vistor.
On the island of Papua the flutes are larger then those here on the mainland.
she spoke from behind the Idiophones a traditional instrument of this Beautiful place.
The untamed waters
Bridled by the dragon's pearls
In the Empress's hand
Tides recede at her command
Her foe's ships were trapped in sand
Swallowed by the seas
Then the waves flicker
Once thirteen hundred years pass
Buried tales emerge
Ships surrounded Sunc'hon's Fort
To crush an invading force
A war raged at Choson's shores
Ancient echoes din
Oceans drew back, and recalled
Old tales etched in seas
Once again, a fleet was trapped
Where wind and waves take the ground
Who can deny victory?
Specific Types of Myth Poems
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Poems Related to Myth
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