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Week 83- (June 6th- June 12th) Poems --- Topic: Mythology DONE!
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Title: Minerva
By: Kimathy
Minerva
Who sprang from jupiters head
Who's dressed in full armor
Who can lead a mighty battle
Who is so wise.
Athena
The Sister of Aphrodite
The daughter of Zeus
The one who weaves
The Godess of Athens.
KIMATHY! I remember you :P
and good job with ur poem ;) i know nothing of greek mythology :P i think ill do a bit of research tho hehe
and good job with ur poem ;) i know nothing of greek mythology :P i think ill do a bit of research tho hehe



b y katrina knight
Mythology majors Myth busters Urban legends Country tales
Ideas myths shadows of twisted reality and fantasy are they stories are they superstitions are they lies along a page...In the book of historically afraid story tellers and the tales they spin
Nice poem, Katrina :) I like it. Short but sweet :)
Dragons are mythological creatures :P and we all have our internal dragons :D
Dragons by Avree
It's breathing fire
Full of desire
With skin like leather
I can feel it slither
Through my bones
Achingly, it groans
Awakening from its night
But hiding out of sight
Waiting, wishing
Whispering in my ear, dissing
It's my dragon
Giving me ideas of arson
Go away, lizard
It is me you have angered
Never tell me what to do
And take me off your menu
Dragon you may be,
But I am master of thee.
Dragons by Avree
It's breathing fire
Full of desire
With skin like leather
I can feel it slither
Through my bones
Achingly, it groans
Awakening from its night
But hiding out of sight
Waiting, wishing
Whispering in my ear, dissing
It's my dragon
Giving me ideas of arson
Go away, lizard
It is me you have angered
Never tell me what to do
And take me off your menu
Dragon you may be,
But I am master of thee.

Ashing the sweet scented fire
smoldering and bent in porcelain
extinguishing another lire
my eyes find memories of touch
and again I caress your face
touching your lips
In deep tempting breaths
when nights Myths kiss...

mm... the distillation of emotion and thought I suppose... I think Winston Churchill was once asked if he would make a speech; he allegedly replied if I have no time limit I can speak now, but if it is to be short I will need at least a few hours notice... or something like that? all the best
Katrina wrote: "NICE one avery!!"
haha thanks :) i'm getting comfortable with the good ol aa bb cc dd pattern :P i couldn't stop thinking of Shrek when i wrote it though. with the dragon? hahaha.
Good job Adam, you're very good with the imagery.
haha thanks :) i'm getting comfortable with the good ol aa bb cc dd pattern :P i couldn't stop thinking of Shrek when i wrote it though. with the dragon? hahaha.
Good job Adam, you're very good with the imagery.

aw, adam... you're not an emo-phobe, are you? That would suck if you were. :P
and, yes fire is one of my favorite things, and it can be taken as passion or just anger - whats that quote 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. Sort of like poetry as well. so are snakes, which are as close to real life, tangible dragons as i can get right now.
Thanks :) I agree, the last stanza isn't my favorite either. but it ended okay. ish. hehe. thanks again :)
and, yes fire is one of my favorite things, and it can be taken as passion or just anger - whats that quote 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. Sort of like poetry as well. so are snakes, which are as close to real life, tangible dragons as i can get right now.
Thanks :) I agree, the last stanza isn't my favorite either. but it ended okay. ish. hehe. thanks again :)

Anyway, for a change of pace:
A walk in process
I think it is I walking this walk through this thing called life.
Or, at least, I thought it was.
The myth of I. The myth of aye.
No.
At one time I was sure it was I
There was no need to think, I.
Recently something has been tripping the me I thought I thought I was up,
Down a spiral staircase into god knows what watery den of Poseiden.
And now,
After I have more or less picked myself up from the muddy beds of myth,
Brushed off my knees or even dabbed away the blood,
I see my Self as if through a glass darkly,
A ghost or trompe l'oeil from another Self I think I might have known.
Once.
Simon's myth of fingerprints.
The mythology of my being master of my linear story,
As if I stood outside of life's mystery,
A god in the myth of my own false choices,
Honestly made, made honest, honest maid.
Fair maid, trust me. This one of me,
this one!

Return to Lion’s Head
What gold lay behind the wall?
What armor hung in a hall
whose viking emptiness could call
your thoughts from life and laughter?
Was the wind so wild and free
as dreams promised it would be,
the quest worth the urgency,
that youth hung from a rafter?
The days that followed after were
a foul pudding Dame Chance would stir
grinning toothless, beholding her
so wicked in her mirror,
and warlords’ trumpeting, a ghost,
a feast with Father Time the host,
and your years were what he ate most,
each plate one nearer.
Wanderer intrepid, why
is Pegasus too old to fly,
and why has he lain down to die
with eyes bleary and sightless?
Walking through that lofty hall
where hair-raising echoes fall,
why does no vile monster crawl,
the banquet scene now lightless?
Searching for her, I have known
that plain so desolately sown
with bramble: with it I have grown
ragged and aimless--
stood as sun sank towards
rubble of stones and boards.
Off rode the dark warlords
carnal and shameless:
leading barbaric hordes,
they thrust their dripping swords
through women afterwards
in private chambers.
Then I, the long nights through,
wondered, was she with you,
or had they killed her, too,
some town in embers?
Thus was I doomed to roam
the charred, medieval gloam.
Oh, how I longed for home,
where the oak lane goes!
I have mounted the wall,
seen what waits in the hall:
no grail--nothing at all.
I chase no more rainbows.


And M. doubt very much that I've glimpsed anything of the self but mud. And then I'm not sure even of that. Most likely just an over active imagination.
And I enjoyed reading your verse - I was never quite sure where you were going with it.
And, to S, K, A, also fun reads as well.
Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don't use a story previously used in this group.
Your story should be ONLY 300-2,500 words long.
REMEMBER! A short story is NOT a scene. It MUST have a BEGINNING, MIDDLE, and END.
The topic this week is: Mythology
The rules are pretty loose. You could write a story about anything that has to do with the subject. I do not care, but it must relate to the story somehow.
Have fun!