Odysseys Poems | Examples

Our New Myths

Light years before
history began to take itself seriously
we commenced to spin our myths.

We carry these unread books,
to where this ancient world
has erupted from the molten
to solid ground. Enter this malleable
and imaginary planet
speaking of improbable odysseys
and sagas.
              
None may advance
unless the impossible be made possible.
               imagine such,
               and re-weave tapestries,
of an on-going mythology
                from newfound visions.

I also convey this free-range poetry
as a gift to myself,
planting seeds of fable and fiction,

knowing that the unthinkable,
                          the inconceivable,
can, and will be born
into the willing womb of tomorrow.

Poetry II

If poetry channels our anger and sorrow
Who then will want to write it tomorrow
And will joy and contentment stifle its future?
And what will become of our stays and culture?

I say poetry has been victimized 
Vilified, chastised, castigated and ostracized 
Only perceived as a tool for struggle 
Truths coded for smuggle

Yet poetry is just song void of tune
From the same rock hewn
For the lyrics that ride on the harmonies 
Are sponsored by poetic abilities 

Only poetry captures life’s odysseys
In whose form is crafted psalms and prophecies 
If you want to know an expanse exceeding now
Poetry is the where and the how

Poetry in its recitation 
May not cause rhythm and gyration 
Care free melodies and chimes
That people seek in easy times

Until hard times force the weaning 
Where people gain taste for meaning 
A complementary aid for soul searching 
To set the conscience forwardly marching 

If poetry must fail in the market 
Then it proves not to aim for your pocket 
But a stinging dart to awaken your souls 
When woes and lows purge all else from their roles

K. Muitherero

Fall Rhapsody

Rhymes in Nine 2 10-11-24 Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone Picture #4
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Fall Rhapsody

Fall rhapsody to BEGIN, TOLD IN scarlet tones,
A SERENADE for strings in a PARADE of russet GOLD hues -
A JUBILEE for acorns and for oaks in an autumn harvest JAMBOREE.

Maple LEAVES BLUSH in SHEAVES of firelight crimson choruses
Courtly LOVE sung like minuets OF twilight THRUSH vespers
MERRY harmonies of CRANBERRY aria odysseys.

Trees FESTOONED in UMBER pantaloons cast off MAROONED melodies
Twilight breezes FAN a cinnamon TAN pup in SLUMBER -
Orange opus CALLS when fall RECALLS harvest harmony.

Amorous Odysseys

Amorous Odyssey’s

We’re for each other 
It’s plain to see
All our countless 
Mutuality’s

Like locknecked swan’s 
Swooning on a pond
We’ll sing together 
As we float along

We’re for each other
That , there’s no doubt
We always know 
Just what we’re talking about

We’re puzzle pieces 
Not quite the same
But, us together 
Make a burning flame 

We’ll hold our hands
Then share our hearts 
And keep it steady 
While love lights a spark

We’ll be more epic
Than Love Story
Set our sights on
Amorous Odyssey’s

By: Bill MacEachern
October 19, 2022

Alphabetical Love

Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about jumbled thoughts creating a jittery feeling
kites of your kindness kindling a wind
loving every little thing you do
memorizing the many lines on your memorable face
not caring about nefarious nettles that pierce me
ornating odysseys of our past
picturing a perfect picture of us play 
questioning why I ever had quixotic questions
rising ricochets of rampant tears
setting sails of the ship of our love
touching thoughts twisting in the air
utilizing every unexpected moment we have together
vacillating the value of valor
wandering eyes over the warm waters of your eyes
xenial relationships and the feel of your xilinous skin
yearning for the youngblood of yesterday
zoning into zeniths of zeal

Predivatic

and our thoughts that were serious
turned life into acidity
but we're celebrating having survived
without tearing each other down too much
see, I allow myself to laugh at the televisions
as you solve cross puzzles
on this corner the milky way would be friendly
if we managed the odysseys correctly
maybe something dark is coming
mortal fleeing from the center of the universe
but we are ready the oracle said
because we have a surname hecatomb

Austerity

Dynasties of greed and its economic policies,
political discourse and its perpetual odysseys.
Deficits through poor implementation,
voted promises and false trust revocation.
Borrowed capital and meeting their existing obligation,
taxes, high prices and corrupted penetration.
Violence done to keep the system to maintain,
multiplicity of ignorant ignorance polished vain.
Hidden figures with plausible deniability,
equal copious applied without responsibility.
Tightened belts and overdraft bestowed liberation,
practicing austerities in den prison damnation.
The ark of ignorance and its leaking admiration,
and the patriotic beasts lives by infatuation.
Government jobs that save the heart by devotion,
corrupted honor and its commotion.
The real austerity of integrity,
takes the spirit into liberating eternity.

Oregon's Octobers

Oregon's Octobers offer odysseys 
of opulent orange orchards
opening on overjoyed oaks.

10/25/19

For 'Tautogram' contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

1st Place

Violet Light

Oval lines of opaque light

Violet tracing the universe

     Eons crossing; curving height

Magnetic Venus flares; coerce

     Iridescent sisters of Mars

Aurora imbued divinity

     Odysseys of unnamed stars

Falling to the end of infinity.

7/5/19

Destiny's Railroad

In times oft-forgotten great freight trains rolled through.
Each boxcar was tagged in a swashbuckling hue,
Flamboyantly hawking some stale, mawkish view.
Now all that remains is the desolate track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our eeriest memories’ ethereal track.

Those heart-pounding engines, in Santa Fe red!
Their sheer mass of metal would thrill me with dread.
With full sound and fury they powered and led,
Not seeing they followed that rigid steel track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Time’s mindlessly marching, immovable track.

I wonder too often just where they’ve all gone.
What exploits or griefs will their odysseys spawn?
Then, hearing their whistle, I’m fearlessly drawn.
I shadow their ghosts up the unexplored track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our haziest days’ inevasible track.

Reality Reversed

2001 space odysseys
50th anniversary...
an anormal film

no hollywood fights
love triangles or monsters...
no thing as absurd

possible fiction
a reversed reality...
was worth a tear 

all the worlds a stage
and we are but some actors...
reality silt

Beaching

beaching…

the rhythmic waves
frothing to and from
carry middle passage echoes
of journeying odysseys

the setting sun severs
the umbilical link
between motherland
and her children in diaspora

reflecting grains of sand
catch crystallizing tears
of memories of faded shores

the bleeding breeze blows
sea seasoned whispers
flowing from lost voices

from sea to shining sea
we’ve been anchored 
chained and auctioned

never can slavery be
a metaphor for memory
as waves dissipate
at the shores of time 

no matter what beaches
we roam
the shores still sing songs
stealing home.

Beaching

the rhythmic waves
frothing to and fro
carry Middle Passage echoes
of journeying odysseys

the setting sun severs
the umbilical link
between Motherland
and her children in diaspora

reflecting grains of sand
catch crystalizing tears
of memories of faded shores

the bleeding breeze blows
sea seasoned whispers
flowing from lost voices

from sea to shining sea
we’ve been anchored 
chained and auctioned

never can slavery be
a metaphor for memory
as waves dissipate
at the shores of time 

no matter what beaches
we roam
the shores still sing songs
stealing home.

Clanging Echoes

When I’ve gone
to the place
where my fathers’
have gone before me 
and the last tribute
has been paid to my memory,
may my singing words
crack the silence with clanging echoes.

May the clanging echoes
excite starving eyes
and taut wrinkled eardrums—
both to awareness—
guiding them
to actions of liberation
yet to come.

May clanging echoes
wake-up sleeping souls suffering
uncertainties of tyrannical rule,
slobbering from political absurdities, 
drooling from mouths of misguided evil
diagnostic odysseys—peddling false hope
to precariously lost wanderers. 

May my clanging echoes echo ringing
bells of freedom that can’t be unrung:
“Oh death where is thy sting?”
“Oh grave, where is thy victory?”

Poets will die;
but the ringing chords
of their words will live long lives:
Echoing clanging echoes…

Another Life On Mars

We want to enrich
     its atmosphere by planting trees
and anything that has
    roots. We also want to pump
some of our oxygen into its
   thin sheet of air.

We want to bring zoos
   and cattle ranches on the red planet.

We want to build homes
    and real estates for rich folks
  who can afford space 
     odysseys.

We want another life
    on Mars, before we destroy
 our Earth with pollution
   and wars....

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