Mythology Poems

Daedalus And Icarus

E'er thee an apparatus means to fly,
Ye equaling a part of chambered lofts,
Bestow upon thee that preoccupy,
Serendipitous thou challenges softs.

Ye, Crete's labyrinth denotes completion,
I shalt ere thee pleasure my dream to be,
Near its end, I urged sage words...Read More

A chronological anthology
Of legends, folk lore and mythology
There’s no one called Eric
Or Ethel or Derek
For which I shall make no apology

Samson just got himself sheared
Delilah had cut off his beard
She cut off his hair
Then headed ‘down there’
And cut off far...Read More

In Simple words
The Devil has no horns
She wears enjambment balm 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy Joel, “we didn’t start the fire”
She eats at the Lothario...Read More

Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal...

Especially when giving cheeky badass
blemished physiognomic reflection
tricking me seeing displeasing likeness
Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing
his treasured invisible cutlass
poised to strike, (where spiderlines
instantaneously provoked, webbed,
and frankly zapped shattering experience),
whereby yours truly 

rendered...Read More

Lunars or Luna Roman Moon Goddess

I, Lunars, whose bio-influences,
Control the power to ease in childbirth,
I am the Roman goddess of the moon,
The inspirator of your romances.

Chaos is the god of the constant void,
I, Lunars, forever changing, -- attune,
Induce tiredness, then...Read More

barnum would have been proud
bulldogs in too twos
embraces for show
disks and dark booths
raw raws
scaffolding on saxophones
Scotland-yards of curtains
damp mermen
virginia     sweet william 
and dollar bills in
the greatest broken worth
...Read More

Magnus Moore

My name is Magnus Moore, and I am far from pure.
See I can never die, I thought you might ask why.
No one is quite sure, for everyone forgets who I was, they are unsure.
I am reincarnated and reborn, and...Read More

~ In memory of Herman Melville, who lived a similar darkness to my own ~

               ~

The day star hisses,
       ...Read More

Analogous to black box
holding untold secrets,
I share the following self
introspection with ye,
which purported hidden truths
might set me free,
albeit laborious effort

to loose constituent amalgamated
compound elements unmined
tantamount to agony
riddling psyche effort to extract
thorny matters incumbent upon me
versus tapping Androcles and the lion
think...Read More

Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by intent. 
Not things you would say…
to anyone’s face,
especially theirs.
No! 
 
Not things you would sing.
Not...Read More

The teeth shining like pearls
Her smile sparkle with a glow
With her lips tender as rose petals
And her nose beautiful as plantain .


Her eyes glitter like stars
With cheeks blooming like moon
And her each step in serene breeze
So gentle that carves in...Read More

Cupid’s Arrow


Cupid’s arrow has a flaw,
It always seems to fall short.
Love has teeth and claws,
And it isn’t a mere sport.

Cupid’s arrow has a flaw,
And it doesn’t cause love.
It seems to cause strife and makes us bawl,
It is most definitely not...Read More

CUPID
Free Verse
Ernilando L. Tugaff


Hello Cupid, how are you?
Did you bring your bow and arrow?
How is the mischievous and winged child of love?
Be careful as you pierce one's heart to fall in love.

Please don't aim that to me
I am an old...Read More

Phoenix
by Dylan Williamson

A bird brought back
From the old ashes
Bird of flames brought
Into life once again
Fie is cleansing
So the bird is perfect
Cleanses all it touches
Brings life back from old
Said to be a bird of wonders
Rainbow bird that flies
With the sunrise and...Read More

You came in a beat up old blue Landie

with tales of sleeping giants on your lips.

It was your first night in the cottage

when the Wye was skipping over stones,

dividing the spiked water milfoil

with sacred Pumlumon Fawr sunk into the sunset.

...Read More

I dance round a ring wreathed in flames 
Leaping spinning never burning 
I am the flame dancer 
I spun my circles around the leaping fire 
Souring as my fiery wings can take me
I dance around the sun never ceasing my...Read More

Little boy with eyes of
cloudless-sky-blue.

Hands lifted to trace trails
in imagined aether.

Climbing, climbing, climbing,
a boy no longer.

His father, bent over his drafting table,
bringing forth mammoth birds
of titanium and steel.

His dreams haunted by man-made wings, 
bearing him upward, ever upward.

Climbing,climbing,climbing,
a boy no...Read More

Snaked haired sister, men bones
Flesh, and skin, turned to stones....Read More

Gorgons were, sisters three,
Mortal, Medusa, be,
Stheno, Euryale feed,
Shared immortal breed.


2020 February 08


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ROCHELLE  ANNE
Ernilando L. Tugaff
                              
R…ochelle Anne, like everyone else
 ...Read More

Constellations brighten
while planets light the in-between.
Lifted above the evening,
the crescent begins to sink,
but one luminary guides
his journey from underneath.

Close witnesses advance-
partners who will never touch.
A dance defined by the ages;
the passion of unanswered love.
Except one glimpse remains enough
to spend forever...Read More

Jabberwocky, unknown talk for vogon,
Thingamajig, a comparable jargon,
If you get confused
When it has been used
Don't be afraid to conjure the Gorgon.


1. Jabberwocky is a nonsensical poem written by Lewis Carroll about the killing of a ferocious creature named "the Jabberwock".

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Embracing Poetry

Freedom on the lam where the poet sings
To hearts imprisoned against their will
Inspires the bereaved mind to spring to life
And uplift hearts bloom burst liberated
When pain of incarceration ceases.
‘Gloria excelsis deo’ in the world.

Frolic away poet and tell the...Read More

A GLIMPSE OF HERITAGE

To Visit the past, is to understand your future.

The storm was moving away, the noise no longer pounding,
Sky turned blue from dark, thunder abating, hail disappearing,
I took refuge under a bridge during this fierce storm’s ranting,
A bright...Read More

The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the breathe,
finding pleasure in the cruelest...Read More