Spring Myth Poems

All the stars and their kingdoms use Christ’s name in error 
Muttering to themselves “Who is this quiet torchbearer?” 
“Where did he come from; what...

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The ignorant ones claim, 
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen 
how I've slaughtered 
malicious demonic sea creatures
that...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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Acadain Foods. Hestia might find fit and perfect
might she find thyme to set before her servants?
The shore were Neptune watches the beauty's: 
who makes show...

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Naked Trees
Fall becomes Winter
Naked Trees fill the yard with decaying brown leaves
Hanging on to a few who refuse to leave the safety of their branches
Leaves...

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The cardinal that we see today 
Started out being a brilliant snow white

Until one fall, it noticed a young rose bush with a small new...

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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...

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It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you touch
The rainbow of my...

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we've seen
               signs of it.
      ...

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A Season for war
We rage in twilight…

At the edge of our reason.
Winter surges at the realm,
Summer comes to slay,
Spring tries to heal,
Fall loves the decay.

Black...

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Sandro Botticelli's
     masterpiece
Primarvera
        painted in 1478
     with no clear explanation...

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I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon 
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere...

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I want to get my feet wet
I want to bury my hands for years
I never meant to see beyond 
I am bound to travel back...

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Of the most unusual things I have seen,
are flowers in bloom in Fall, not spring;
dogs catching popcorn between their teeth,
a parakeet eating a bite of...

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At Stonehenge poised for morn in deepest darkness,
We beckon Lady Ceridwen, our Goddess Crone,
And mark Samhain’s quiet constant stillness,
To death in Yule we walk with...

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