Telemachus Poems - Poems about Telemachus

...How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a ......

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...Telemachus Ask Telemachus! Penelope is aware of your grief and glow, Go on, don't feel low You are her beach Fly high and across every breach. Ask him: She lived with you in Ithaca ......

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...They were gambling in front of the house. Manservants and pages bustled about Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse. Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout, "Clean down the table......

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...The rains had come and washed away the old world, the thunder had banged its drum with a weary warning --- ' I do not come oft, but I return and weep and growl a lion's roar ' --- I will for a b......

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...(Being Part Two of Telemachus) But they trade mindfulness for profit, secret with laws dipped and festered ----- great feasts ----- with few of seat and dark their company in beastly ......

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...***At the bequest of a friend or two this poem is a continuation of Tennyson''s 'Ulysses'; though I don't expect much glory for this write, it was one of my finer poetic attempts; especial......

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...Many moons and many seasons have passed since you journeyed faraway to alien shores without a word from you, save a portrait of yourself clad in fine linen. Every night, I see you in my dreams ......

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...Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea. My tale is set in hoary times when fickle fate was by divine decree. Then......

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...if the king of kings is here yet unbeknown to we a latter day odysseus king of our kingdom free i wonder if his queen of queens is waiting for him where her suitors dig their graves in such a ......

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...Not even Tisiphone looming could invoke the fright this fury leaves etched across my spine Olympus' indignation will not leave me in spiritual paralysis like She (Shch, shch, shch) severing my Atlas,......

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...No form, no organization, no verse. A crescendo followed by silence and screams. A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome, With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing And again the past res......

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