Short Minotaur Poems

Trapped in a labyrinth
The Minotaur waits
For Theseus to come....

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Eat a tater, alligator
Stupid smile, crocodile
See you later, Mater-Pater
After while, stinking pile.

Minotaur and Gabriel
Monitor and Gariel
Eat the layman, pretty cayman
Quite the romp, in the swamp....

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02/19/2019

Fun With The Word: AMAZEBALLS - A Three Word Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May...

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They are witches on the beach
laughing at their menfolk
finding them wanting
but who is the dark now ?
with gilded wings they flock
like a midnight minotaur
dim of sight
They make their way
through the miers
plundering both Silesian winters
and Sumerian  summers
only wanting to drown
the tulip of hope...

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Daedulus and Ariadne were walking late one night,
Through the maze of Labyrinth, when something caught their sight.
A creature fearsome and bold, the mythical Minotaur,
Theseus the brave came running by, asking what they saw.
Daedulus told Theseus, twas a raging beast, half Bull, half Man,
I think he went that way, please catch him if you can....

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With the weight of the world upon my shoulders,
Like Atlas doomed to uphold the Sky
Or Sisyphus and his boulder-
On Pegasus to thither fly?
The Minotaur and its Maze, 
Medusa and her stony gaze,
Aries in a monstrous rage,
As Hades steals my Soul to die
Prometheus, who gave us fire,
Apollo and his golden Lyre,
Hera and her jealous ire,
And Zeus, who ignores my cries!...

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The world is burning
Forest blaze; the world
is turning, in a maze
A labyrinth with walls
So high, no one longer
See’s the sky. 

No one longer see’s
the Earth; as buzzards
Soar above the dearth  
Decay and pillage on
The ground; human
failure so profound

No one see’s the
Minotaur; dash through
The caves to even
Score; enraged for
Earth that we did smite
Intent on us with all
His Might!...

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He thinks he has hidden from his past,
and everything the world knows about him.
He's in the corner, hiding from the labyrinth
he has created for himself - he's searching
for an exit, but cannot find it.
Fate is not so far behind him, smelling his tracks
through time. It crawls slowly, like a Minotaur.
Behind him he has left trails of his life,
like an invisible film tape.
It's a matter of time before he's cornered.......

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Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And murder all colours of mockery,

Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.

Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;

Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause...

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In the still of the dark.
Lying dead awake,
Sleep gives no escape.
Repeating and counting phrases,
is a mental drain,
like chasing a run-away train.
Anxiously anticipating,
meeting the Minotaur who in his
labyrinth is awaiting.
As time passes in this state,
silence can't be found,
confusion and chaos race around.
Days may pass in this state.
All you can do is tolerate.
When it is too much to take,
death it seems the only escape....

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Trapped in your mirrorverse
I put my faith in thy hands:
Guide me or lose me
It is all up to you.
Within these walls of your eternal reflections
It doesn't matter 
Whether you’ll be my thread of Ariadne, 
Leading me out of this cold labyrinth
Or my nemesis of the mighty Minotaur,
Breaking then devouring my fragile bones.
For in this winter-crystal wonderland of yours
I choose to stay and face my fate
I choose to remain for
My destiny is bonded to you....

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All the Myths are twisted.
 
Merlin warned King Arthur
of the Minotaur.
He had no need of twine-
his War Horse was Pegasus.
 
At the Labyrinth's end his Atomic Spear
pierced the Tauran Eye.
He had no thought of Camelot.
 
White wings lifted him
above the mushroom cloud–
through the purple gates-
to Satans' Den.
 
Merlin sat scowling at the Lady of the Lake -
Excalibur’s sheath had bloomed with
Forget - Me – Nots,
and Merlin's Crystal ball
was shrouded in a Nuclear Winter....

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