Land of the Gods

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Swallowed by the tide 

Bodies now returning 

Thousands taken and have died 

By waters madly churning 

Land ripped asunder 

Countless lives swallowed 

Broken by Earth’s thunder 

In misery families wallowed 

Yet danger remains near 

To souls in sorrow mired 

Joined in shock and fear 

Trapped on islands the gods sired.

Rhyming Poetry

This poem is one I wrote at least seven years ago, but I always liked its whimsicality.

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I’m horrible at writing rhyming poetry. 

I tried it once and failed, you see. 

I climbed many an eloquent tree 

To grab that elusive singsong soliloquy. 

Matching tails of verses evaded 

Yet my breath was always bated 

I pined and counted hours and waited 

For a muse–my writing to be aided. 

At last, long cloud-covered day ended 

My wordsmith spirit undefended 

A rhyme on paper was thus pended 

Until dawn, from sleep I was up-ended… 

And in the face of sun that shines, 

I found, written in my hand, these lines 

What grace from Euterpe this page divines 

Maybe I can rhyme sometimes. 

Faded

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immortal brushstrokes

liven dull canvas

stretched at the corners

the scene a glimpse

of days gone by

in the distance

 

melody soars

through painted clouds

while harmony rolls

over rising and falling hills

life extended by a coda

until its travels

made public

become pop rock

 

novelty is an erratic dream

already discovered by

deceased geniuses

who

propped up like scarecrows

shamed that

we fill them

with straw

This poem is from 2011. Found it recently–I love finding old poems and stories! I really did not like pop music back then. It’s still not my favorite, but I think, rereading this, I really must have disliked it a great deal.

The Bay Laurel Tree

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For freedom Daphne traded limb and life

When Eros stripped Apollo’s reason

The love god’s revenge molded her afterlife

 

The sun god committed desp’rate treason

Pierced by Love’s spiteful golden arrow

When Eros stripped Apollo’s reason

 

Daphne fled, her evasion so narrow

Her hatred fueled by a shaft of lead

Transformed to a tree, skin to marrow

 

Never shall she fade or fall to earth, dead

But be evergreen with Apollo’s youth

Her hatred fueled by a shaft of lead

 

Whether Apollo’s chase be myth or truth

To frost, the Bay Laurel does not succumb

But be evergreen with Apollo’s youth

 

Since the day the sun god was overcome

To frost, the Bay Laurel does not succumb

For freedom Daphne traded limb and life

The love god’s revenge molded her afterlife