Short Icarus Poems
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fame,a fleeting flame-
oftimes burns,those ahead of the game
Inspired by John Keats poem'ON Fame' see my blog today
Words can sting
Like a sunburn that never fades.
You were the sun,
And like Icarus
I flew too close.
My wings
Burned,
and I fell to the Earth.
Ridicarus Icarus
I once told the story of Icarus
Who had a moustache so ridicarus
It ran down to his knees
and was riddled with fleas
Oh, what a ridacarus Icarus
We all know of Icarus,
The one with bee's wax for wings,
Who fell into the ocean,
Never to be seen.
But everyone forgets,
Icarus also flew,
Higher than anyone dared to.
He talks to the void and it often listens
But it feels like there is nobody there.
So he flew to the sky and tried to say hello
Except the sky never even welcomed him home.
If a skylark flies ten thousand
feet
above the uncaring world
Has not that lark ten thousand
feet,
faster with every whirl,
To fall
and smash in pieces on the
ground.
outcast
faith deficient
falls out of heaven
crashes with thunderous thud;
grounded
broken wings
mocked by Icarus
a just fate
The rice paper-moth
Still drawn in,
By this orange flame
The dance become the trance
Your wings
Are not made of wax, but
Made of rice paper
Remember, Icarus and Daedalus
Do not fly too close to the sun
ICARUS
- Fly, fly I knew,
I just lacked wings...!
POET
- Well you say, but
to fly there is no shortage
wings... for one who effects
in dreams fly... !
Go
Son
Take flight
Icarus~
Be daring be brave
But most of all be vigilant
Unfurl your wings fan out and soar to independence
Navigate your odyssey with perseverance~ go forth and don't look back, Icarus
AP: 3rd place 2020
an image floating in ruby red
Vulcanic skies reflecting
this mesmerizing elixer
the aroma of your spirit
Crescent echo
hangs infinite
Blue
We are lapis lazuli
branches of the same tree
Wind grows her silken hair
around us
Acute.
Cloying.
Ulcerated.
Trying.
Enduring.
Pinging.
Aching.
Icarus
Night.
(Perhaps this should be titled something like: "When Love Goes Wrong" or something. - Inspired by pre-root canal up
all night pain from a few week's back)
we arose hero's
of up front no
common but
nonsense
combat
strategically
statistically
self survival
of some
kind
of defense
depending
on a deep
sense of
fight
or flight
but Icarus
don't go too
close to the sun
son said Daedalus
Form:
"Pale Rider"
on the back of pale wings
spread wide the notion
life melts into
Icarus
a small death
never felt so sweet
two worlds
briefly meet
rising
falling
vibrations
eclipsed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Given to fly
But will these wings
Carry me home
My head is above ground
But only for a moment
I'm given to fly
As long as I don't get too close
To the sun
Just as Icarus plunged into the sea
So have I
But an untimely death
I have yet to meet
I am Icarus, without wings ...
unhurried,
certainly...
and I am just eager ,
to fly...
I'm tired of these roots
of concrete !
and these feet
of lead ...
Cosmogony
Designed to me !
As Earth turns
And Sun burns
Humans in our infinite hubris
Carry on the great tradition of Icarus
Fly fly fly
Right to the edge
Saber rattling as we go
Daring the other
To take the bait
Take to the air
And fly fly fly
Ever closer to the sun
(8/6/24)
He flew
Close to the sun
Down he came with a thud
Failed to heed the word of the wise
Burnt wings
Date written and posted: 03/10/2018
Though at first terrifying,
no denying:
dancing on a wheel
makes it feel
like I am flying.
An aside, for what it’s worth:
unbridled mirth
turns disenchanted
supplanted
by crashing to earth.
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A Streambed Quintet, two or more stanzas of 7a:4a:5b:3b:5a
Curling through the air,
Hopping along at mach speed,
Roving down your youth,
Icarus-like, a collision into stockings,
Smacking lips under mistletoe,
Teeming with joy.
Make believe one more time.
Alleluia, and all that stuff.
Santa and Christ are peering, befuddled and amused.
Every day and night
I sit within my tower.
The sun scorching with all its might
Waiting to melt me and drag me lower.
The dream to escape my confinement
Avoiding the Sun’s wrath to make me trip.
I still have to fulfil the requirements
To break free of the haters’ grip.
I have
so many fantasies
that I don't even conceive from
what world i am
alive...!
I live so free
that I don't understand
where do i come...
and I don't even feel
I am walking
or flying... !
it's my winged heart...!
he does fly high
plus higher
than the birds...!
The Prince of Darkness
Flapped his wings across the sun
Eyes from Hades and serpent tongue
Hovered in the brimstone sky
Like an imperial dragonfly
And said unto Icarus,
“Ye shall not surely die, if ye
Flies too close to the sun”
Daedalus, still blinded by the devil’s lie
Dark spinning avius, fly into the sun
Icarus, Icarus, hold! Here we come
Upon the soaring black wings of life
To snatch my son from the Wave
To snatch my son from the grave
From dancing to the eternal fife,
Icarus, Icarus, hold! Here we come
Dark spinning avius, fly into the sun
If painless,
enjoy the blessed
moment:
Like Icarus I crave
the brilliant soar,
back to earth~ the
inevitable fall…
enjoy the moment
free
before the sudden stop…
meet me, somewhere
between the top and
bottom of the flop
I’m buying – no strings
attached....