Long Poems About Mythology
#mythology
Phemes Infamous Brood
"We make a space inside ourselves so that being can speak."
〰 Martin Heidegger 〰
RUMOUR
In last week’s wordcast we met Pheme, the daimona of fame and rumour in Greek mythology. In everyday language, the Greek word pheme simply means ‘speech’. It is fairly alive and familiar in the English words blasphemy and euphemism. Less so in the linguistic term pheme itself (= word as a grammatical unit).
Ancient Greek and Roman philosophers held the daimona (Pheme / Fama) responsible for anything related to the spreading of stories via...
〰 Martin Heidegger 〰
RUMOUR
In last week’s wordcast we met Pheme, the daimona of fame and rumour in Greek mythology. In everyday language, the Greek word pheme simply means ‘speech’. It is fairly alive and familiar in the English words blasphemy and euphemism. Less so in the linguistic term pheme itself (= word as a grammatical unit).
Ancient Greek and Roman philosophers held the daimona (Pheme / Fama) responsible for anything related to the spreading of stories via...
#PowerOfWords
#mythology
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Black Fire (Earth-COTS)
Dreadful ones who upon pardons slithering in dark makeshift hot worlds
Bedazzling alibis summonses in belief to snare empresses to fizzle out the unfurl
Deceit plays in the tinier of the ill begot
Reign as sovereign of the abyss below lessened unto evil spirit as thots
In your dreams, your mind, your book of revelations keeps running to the light when hell is getting too hot
High above the blowing breeze I give the meaning to life to petals embedded, stems to sow ...
Bedazzling alibis summonses in belief to snare empresses to fizzle out the unfurl
Deceit plays in the tinier of the ill begot
Reign as sovereign of the abyss below lessened unto evil spirit as thots
In your dreams, your mind, your book of revelations keeps running to the light when hell is getting too hot
High above the blowing breeze I give the meaning to life to petals embedded, stems to sow ...
#dark
#mythology
#spiritual
#sun
#humankind
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Darkness Entwined
Passion we surrender unto the carousel of our insentient sinful souls
Ethos in the gift of an illuminating moon patrol
Coats of craving, feels like a chocolate seduce
Catered minds yearn, under a Blood Moon recluse
Heaven’s paradise we shall conform
Wicked passion we cradle come hither, my skin your lips softly adorn
In my arms tonight, Eve’s kisses upon your skin, your tongue slithers...mmm... to relish in the...
Ethos in the gift of an illuminating moon patrol
Coats of craving, feels like a chocolate seduce
Catered minds yearn, under a Blood Moon recluse
Heaven’s paradise we shall conform
Wicked passion we cradle come hither, my skin your lips softly adorn
In my arms tonight, Eve’s kisses upon your skin, your tongue slithers...mmm... to relish in the...
#dark
#mythology
#passion
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Jezebel
The island sits lone and sinister
Surrounding wakes rock small passerbys
No one aboard their boats glance
For fear of what dwells wide and nigh
The crashing of the waves
The secrets of the trees
Long screaming warnings
Seep through the howling breeze
But home sank in those vines
Which wrapped around each limb
Home was in the song that carried over the constant wind
For Jezebel
Responsible for the fall of every man
Who claimed beauty and cunning
Was...
Surrounding wakes rock small passerbys
No one aboard their boats glance
For fear of what dwells wide and nigh
The crashing of the waves
The secrets of the trees
Long screaming warnings
Seep through the howling breeze
But home sank in those vines
Which wrapped around each limb
Home was in the song that carried over the constant wind
For Jezebel
Responsible for the fall of every man
Who claimed beauty and cunning
Was...
#hate
#oppression
#religion #mythology
#religion #mythology
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Just Sit Back Papi..And Let Me Softly Ease Into That Beautiful Brain Matter
I am the temptress, the enchantress, the beguiling four leaf clover wish
An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch
Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds
The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned
Mourning the flavor of lost souls, to the stake I watched them burn
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile
Unto the full moon I hear the distance...
An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch
Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds
The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned
Mourning the flavor of lost souls, to the stake I watched them burn
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile
Unto the full moon I hear the distance...
#dark
#mythology
#seductive
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The Crier
The Crier stands there, on the platform, overlooking the darkness, toward where our legends say, our saviour waits for a true soul to call him to wakefulness. The crier is a big man, full of life, but in a strange way, he and I are similar. He is to try just one more time to waken our Saviour with his "soul call". If he fails he may never return to try again. Tonight will be my last watch, the lung eaters that come out of the darkness have slowly but surely destroyed my lungs and now it is only time before I can no longer breath and I will pass on to my reward. I am not sorry that this will...
#fate
#mythology
#dystopian #scifi
#dystopian #scifi
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Mythical Fling
I saw you soaring upon the back of your dragon as a Valkyrie
And me no more than a woodland elf stretching my bow as if in slavery
With so many to do your bidding, when will it ever be my chance
There are so many in order before me waiting for your glance
But I smell of the prophecy, your dragon knows my scent
My dreams are ravaged savagely, the darkness will never relent
Just being near you as I go about my duties among the the trees
It's only your dragon that can hear and feel my heart's pleas
The simple thought of a Valkyrie and...
And me no more than a woodland elf stretching my bow as if in slavery
With so many to do your bidding, when will it ever be my chance
There are so many in order before me waiting for your glance
But I smell of the prophecy, your dragon knows my scent
My dreams are ravaged savagely, the darkness will never relent
Just being near you as I go about my duties among the the trees
It's only your dragon that can hear and feel my heart's pleas
The simple thought of a Valkyrie and...
#love
#mythology
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King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess
- King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess -
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with...
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with...
#fate
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
#epic
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Mm... Hades’ Beguiling Whispers (Completely Reedited)
#dark
#moon
#heaven
#hell
#mythology
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Mischief Born of Love
- Mischief Born of Love -
In the dawning hours of the newborn world,
When the first symphonies were being writ...
And all the choirs of creation gathered in bliss,
I sang alone in the company of sublime sorrow.
In the cities of the gods, with flags unfurled,
Not one of my divine peers laughed at my wit...
And when their light revealed the first morrow,
I longed to flee from it, as it interrupted my kiss!
I wept because it separated me from the night,
For in the vastness of that void, my love dwelt...
But the day was hot to bear, and...
In the dawning hours of the newborn world,
When the first symphonies were being writ...
And all the choirs of creation gathered in bliss,
I sang alone in the company of sublime sorrow.
In the cities of the gods, with flags unfurled,
Not one of my divine peers laughed at my wit...
And when their light revealed the first morrow,
I longed to flee from it, as it interrupted my kiss!
I wept because it separated me from the night,
For in the vastness of that void, my love dwelt...
But the day was hot to bear, and...
#love
#dark
#apocalypse
#mythology
#tragedy
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Nine Lives, In One Night
High above the full moon night
When souls roam the forest in hindsight
There bares the enchantress with the seductive hypnotic eyes
One look upon her skin you shall feast between her smooth Creole thighs
Legend has it you can hear her siren calling to allure the virility of man’s soul
Upon the soft moss lay upon, desires and lust in her arms to console
Bow down and worship at her feet
The naked of the entanglement between lover’s sheets
An eager tongue saturating the crevice of her toes
Dew upon the...
When souls roam the forest in hindsight
There bares the enchantress with the seductive hypnotic eyes
One look upon her skin you shall feast between her smooth Creole thighs
Legend has it you can hear her siren calling to allure the virility of man’s soul
Upon the soft moss lay upon, desires and lust in her arms to console
Bow down and worship at her feet
The naked of the entanglement between lover’s sheets
An eager tongue saturating the crevice of her toes
Dew upon the...
#moon
#night
#lover
#mythology
#passion
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"KNOCK KNOCK...WHO'S THERE ???"
Furnace of blowing hot air, Uninvited winds of change delivered here. Something invisible but felted , Something foreign & rearranged, Something is different, Something is very strange. Friends no more, Foes too many. A cluster FUCK of confusion, muddled mind of madness, monsters thrive & survive in. Mounting anxiety, racing towards afraid, of now known knowledge, only wishing death to be staged. A threshold I've stepped over & the RED door I can never shut, close or lock again. I can't seem to rub the strangeness from my eyes, a horror flick craved in the back of my mine...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#scifi
#curse
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