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come
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A crown
Of gathered shells
Indigo springtime sky
Mirrors the contented ocean
Mermaid
A golden griffin flies right
off the sheet,
A purple unicorn prances
near your feet.
A friendly sea serpent
splashes in the blue,
While tiny pixies blow
sparkles over you.
Close up the book until next
time they meet.
Always Silly
For those who matter,
For those who don't,
It comes on a platter,
But still they won't.
In dubious clarity
Often they sink,
Behind painted walls,
They smoke and drink.
Love never dies,
They love too well,
In beautiful lies,
They peacefully dwell.
A mythical poverty
Punishes with gifts,
Defining with pity,
They relish the rifts.
A nursery rhyme
Fools all with ease,
And leaves no time,
For us to cease.
A silly poet often,
Writes silly lines,
They awfully soften,
While the reader shines!
I am in that in-between space
where nothing matters
yet everything does.
So much noise around me
while something quietly died inside.
Is it a magnetic frequency?
Misplaced energy?
Not to speak in codes—
I simply do not know anymore.
Surrounded by many,
yet still lonely.
Never truly understood.
No support from anyone.
Are we alone in this universe?
Do we pray to a God who does not exist,
or one who chooses not to listen?
Sometimes
I feel like a broken-winged Pegasus.
Will my wing ever mend?
Will I ever fly from this cliff—
to admire the stars
as the calming wind touches my face,
soaring higher
while the valley grows smaller below?
Tears run to my lips
as I watch the sun setting,
feeling the warmth of its fading glow.
At least that is what I imagined
for a wounded warrior
praying for days
of peaceful existence.
I still wonder—
will it have
a happy ending?
The magic of mythical Excalibur
pulls her to enter an ethereal realm
unknown but for aromatic scent of myrrh
and ancient paths leading through ancient winged elm
toward destiny she understands by dreams
of long ago and now the sword she seeks gleams
with power, beauty, glory enough to stir
to life her evil twin: Black Excalibur.
Her dreams of love were ordained to never be
by the Fates immortal hidden tapestry~
in lifetime’s comedy and tragedy she
seldom stopped to think of what was travesty
in her society where magic is ruled
a folly or a bedtime story mewled
to keep the children thinking those fairytales
always have a happy ending without fails!
“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---"
Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about?
‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max?
Try again now. Remember this is a H-O-R-R-O-R flick, ok?
Roll ‘em, Madman…
The sugary-sweet sensation of the syncopation of the sonata of the vivacious
vulture ---”
Cut, Cut, Cut! You HAVE flipped, haven’t you, man?
O, yes. For joy. For joy. And, of course, the spread of culture...
And I appreciate the honorificabilitudinitatibus, Dan.
_________________________________________________________
The Gandaberunda is a legendary two-headed bird in Hindu mythology.
That long word in the last line means: 'the state of being able to achieve
honors.'
Mythical Myra lived in my mind
She was my bestie – lovely and kind
A terrific listener when I had to unwind
Giving me honest suggestions, not easy to find
A wonderful secret, enjoyable to keep
She usually conversed during deep sleep
In my dream, drove a classy Barbie-like jeep
The kind never found in a junkyard heap
Mythical Myra lived in my mind
She was my bestie – lovely and kind
A terrific listener when I had to unwind
Giving me honest suggestions, not easy to find
A wonderful secret, enjoyable to keep
She usually conversed during deep sleep
In my dream, drove a classy Barbie-like jeep
The kind never found in a junkyard heap
As my iris heart
sleeps on an orchid pillow ~
fading memories
alive like alzheimer's blooms
swirl in magnolia zephyrs...
I'm a myth, reborn as rust, in life's twilight rendezvous,
laced with truth's tulip Luna and lies' lavender crescent ~ alike
like laser light, serenading in cranberry croons of time.
Eden's mirage fades,
silky rings of illusion ~
hue a milky light
This poem has been crafted with the poetic forms Tanka, Sijo and Haiku.
As dragonflies squint in the rayless night.
My glimmer of whimsy embraces flight.
Yet faith wanes, and enthusiasm is slight.
As lambency falters—the horizon is bleak.
In a stupendous stupor—drifting on the creek.
All my hopes and wishes were dubious.
The path to gloat is fraught with malicious.
Each stage entailed making us furious.
My whimsy used to be—as bright as a rainbow.
Overall, they're vanishing - along with the glow.
Moon by day is superb, and myths delight.
Gibbous and full moons are rich and unique.
Crest of soft verve in love delirious
Moon by day tells us of how our might blow.
Ancient Derodidymus – You So Sweet A Thing
Derodidymus – an ancient symbol in the form of a
two-headed dragon that’s in a fight forever in one
single body. Yes, for sure . . .
“A Two-Headed Monster” who’s in the mirror for
you to see, “Good Luck,” as one head talks to the
other at will.
Any hint of “Human Normality” pervades the true
essence of a real Derodidymus most certainly not!
The fright factor of such a mythical creature in our
“modern world” conjures an image of a horrible evil!
After all what would one do, if one were to run into
such a mythical creature in a blind alley one night?
Run like Hell . . . Talk to the Creature . . . or Faint!
Or perhaps consult an Anthropologist, if you can!
This two-headed Dragon is an ancient and sacred
symbol for sure, but it’s oh so real today. This is a
fight of the two heads in one body or maybe a most
challenging fight forever, or can it now be put to rest
Today! If not, start running now and keep running
or this so sweet a thing will surely find you! Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 6, 2023 (Narrative)
I once wrote of lovely mermaid's song,
many years ago, yet still I long
to hear her haunting voice once again,
music of waves never reaching end.
Days I walk a lonely beach once more
searching for her on a distant shore.
Perhaps you're given only one chance
to capture a mermaid in your glance.
She was so lovely, I could but stare
as she braided sunbeams in her hair.
A gentle song she sang to the waves.
Perhaps they too had become her slaves.
Her vassal I could most proudly be
but, alas, she has no need of me.
I feel it useless, yet still I long
for a single note of mermaid's song.
Fables are spun of creatures like she
an enigma dwelling in the sea.
You may think my tale impossible,
truthfully, it's mythological!
March 18, 2023
for "Word Challenge--M Words
by Constance La France
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"Mythical creatures arise in a labyrinth flight round a cloisters,
a crown of flowers and berries they wear in fairyland." Quote by Poet
Stars shiver in the laden cold with the moon's sight.
Autumn's chill sigh emotion thrown across the night.
The elves, faeries, centaurs, and minotaur physicality
in merry enchanting dance in the inner labyrinth
among the comfort the open courtyard invisibility.
Untold mythical young too; no mundane eyes could see.
Winged Faeries spin~dance holding an olive branch.
Dragons menacing roar with crackling fire of thunder
weaving between the clouds to catch the air above;
under a blanket sky, whirling in shadows of purple.
Magical serpentine fierce in all their mystic wonder,
incandesce scales in brilliant metallic shine livery,
to its subtle benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
3/17/2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest 7. mythical
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Mythical Greek characters can be seen in the sky
Orion, the giant huntsman, draws back his bow
The constellation Cygnus, is said to be Zeus in disguise
Draco, the dragon appears in the big Dipper's glow
The Romans gave us Luna, she lights up the night
Her glow spins stories of passsion and romance
The constellation Hercules, shines its bright light
In the west or the east you may see Venus by chance
Aquarius, the water bearer, inspired a song
Perseus, who slew Medusa, is seen on high
His wife, princess Andromeda, is among the celestial throng
As Pegasus, who carried thunder for Zeus, spread his wings to fly!
3-17-2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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