Sister Myth Poems

Calliope the muse 
goddess of all that rhymes,
lead me on a pathway 
to the garden where sweet 
words grow in your bright ray

Calliope the muse,
sister...

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I am being born 
again 
and again 
From above
Not from the will of men 

And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my...

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The goddess Appetitey,
                     a figure...

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Ascending out of Zeus
  Apollo's twin sister
  Also rules many realms
  Among them, wildlife, moon
  An eternal virgin
  A very...

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Perfect in each role..  Perfect decisions we take
Still over time ...We find mistake 
A Perfect daughter...A Perfect sister..
Will stay decent not be a blister
A...

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Cassandra
My sister in suffering
our stories align
Betrayed by him
you had devoted
your being to serve
Never adored
Mocked and ignored
Driven mad by derision
for no one would listen
Viciously violated
seeking sanctuary
Your...

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He came into the barnyard and looked around
Choosing a mate, who squawked and went underground
Okay, he said. I’ll take that one, her sister.
She screeched and...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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He had a story
And demanded to be heard
His words were whispered
Do to his hoarsed throat
He suffered from the flu
A byproduct of what he
Wished me to...

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I must be dreaming. Alas, through 
every dream, like pain through 
anesthesia, a torturous 
reality shows up.

A burning taste of jealousy. 
A blind deaf muteness...

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Blessed be the hour when angels
shake my filth off their wings.
The night was a garden of eyes*.
Luckily, days are blind.

Mute with the sinful obsession,
deaf to...

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then they heard the singing
they were excited to have heard
the songs and music
they appalauded and stood
watching me as Picco
and her as Shelayla
they never knew how...

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HE SPOKE OF HER AS A GODESS
THEY MARVELED AT HER WAYS OF
KEEPING HIM AT BAY: IT'S SAID SHE
ONCE TOUCHED THE WATERS OF
A CREEK IN CRETE...

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 Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.

Sister Lemuria and brother Mu, 
are ghosts of better times.

Triplets swim the tides and passing whales...

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My mother's form is in my wings
The Wolf carried me in Rapture
My brother hath flown me in flame
With my sword the beast I slew
I am...

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