Lyric Mythology Poems

Like a phoenix, she's risen
To come back to win again
Nobody can end her streak.

Redemption. Worth the wars
Broken down to your cores
Her tears with not leak.

Returning...

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"We can't ever fathom, 
     when the ceasing flicker of hope 
         ...

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It's raining again
wind is a tempest
scattering leaves
making patterns
or not I shrug
much like a weaving
planning destiny
those sisters 
those witches       ...

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I'm an emerald
echo of earth's
caterpillar, a
camouflaging
hiatus of muse
midst karmic rainstorms.
Enslaved to jealous
stars flaming within 
infernal wings,
I yearn to spellbind
sacred heaven's throne, 
chasing subconscious 
liberty in...

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[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]


I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the...

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[paraphrase of a Svan folk song]

Tamar's mother said, "Tamar,
You were born fully grown.
Child, I saw you in a dream
I looked into the starlit sky and...

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Erato

Each of the nine Muses
Endeavor to inspire.
Erato, lyre in hand,
Engages with men's minds,
Elegantly with words ...
Each phoneme, each pattern
Encourages lyrics....

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Twelve royal labors, you faced each challenge hard and mean.
Claimed delicate favors; made good on stripping a warrior queen.
Amazon rider, you jump her bareback as...

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The death of once-great swans I oft' lament;
     and ask in vain, “Where have all the bards gone?”
No more are written...

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[for Joan Osborne]

What if god was a little mouse
Just a mouse in a little house
Just a stranger and a louse
Tryin' to get the cheese....

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for C. and D.) 

I talked to you about five minutes today
Tomorrow, if we’re lucky, try for ten
Seems like one of us is always
Headed in...

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The sky outside is beginning to brighten
But Asteria hasn’t released her hold yet
Grabbing and devouring, your nightly Titan
And you'd kill for a dream that you...

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Mother Nature's magnificent, all know:
     when spring imbues new life, year after year,
rays of gold feed the land, and the plants...

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Poesy and song are all about
     rhythm and flow, and tunes and tones; 
how every rise and fall throughout
  ...

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(Quick off the top of my haid)

Da dibble go down to Georgia
A town in Texas, who knew 
He went on de run
He took his six...

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