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Appalachian poet / cybernetician / philosophy enthusiast / mythology / Soto Zen
Her ashen limbs stretch
Drinking autumn's final light
Before winter's rest
Lovers lark beneath her shade
A promise for spring's return
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Down in a Foggy Graveyard Down in a foggy graveyard Where me and my fate did meet, The bones that I was a-sorting They then started to creak One was all mangled and covered in grime Next to an altar that glows, And there It twisted into a foul form, Beyond what mortals should know. Then, I started to stagger And flee o'er to the door, I fell, and started to shiver There on the cold, cold floor I wanted knowledge to see What mortals could never be, If I could only peer beyond the veil With the Charnel Fragments Plea And now I lie afore what I seek Its eyes, a void, do scry And now within the altar's red glow, My mind - It starts to pry I attempt to hum a gentle hymn Though hell I never shall see For I have only peered beyond the veil With the Charnel Fragments Plea
Down in a Foggy Graveyard
Daily writing prompt written to the tune of "Down in a Willow Garden"
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A cry for comfort
in the night, footsteps patter
along wooden floors;
Restless, scared, she reaches out -
- A mother's touch offers peace.
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Part III When I woke in the morning to cries for my help, I found a life devised before that day in tatters; Broken oaths and fraying threads of fate and time. With the keening of Pan and the gluttonous tears, we reached for wisdom's home, Miletus - a son of Praxis; Cold and voided silence spoke to wanting hearts. When the promise of Logos returned to the void, the cosmic wrath within our home was rising. Never dread our fated threads, we chose to flee our home. In that moment, we looked out to lightened skies, and Gaia's raging tears began to subside. Mercy's grace had found its way, but not for all. And so Helen, the daughter of Nemesis - the lash of Gaia's wrath against our usury - sailed to distant lands, her thread now spun. So I wake in the morning to cry for your help as Gaia's tears and rage from hollow spirits seek to end our dying dreams amidst our greed.
Part 3
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Part II I awoke in the morning to cries for my help as waters breached our aging walls amidst the torrent; Down upon the slopes of Mitchell's sliding rocks. I was blessed to have grown in the pastoral ways, with rustic tunes and ballads near where Corydon lays; Pan, with pipes, then played a soothing song in aid. And his aid was our strength in the struggle for time, for time was crystal glass and shattered remnants; Precious, fleeting moments drowning sense and reason. With the waters a-gliding before us in hell, Emilia, moving family heirlooms, pleased Mnemosyne; Minds remember songs and wares with mother muses' boon. With our instincts intact we both fought for our home as Gaia's tears and rage were bringing down our mountain; Bedding, towels, clothes - I built a hopeless shield against her wrath. It was Phobos who struck at our blessings from Pan; The Fear of life consumes the groves and Gaia's bounty. Pan, a god so great - is dead, and waters rise with dread.
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"A Poem of Buncombe" Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes myth is just myth. Part I I awoke in the morning to cries for my help as Gaia's tears and rage from shuttered duties sought to breach our ageing walls amidst the storm. It was beauty that brought us the ruinous wrath, Achilles, son of Peleus, mighty arm of Zeus' judgement, down upon the slopes of severed bones of Atlas. And so Helen, the daughter of Nemesis - the lash of Gaia's wrath against our usury - swiftly rode the winds to inland green seas. Emilia woke in the morning to cries for our help; Achilles' thrust had pierced the dam, his spear of anguish brought us watered doom to heights we never dreamed. Tiberius, cladded in black, was our muse, his feline senses felt the rage within our household; Wailing hymns were sung to plead for mercy's grace. Clementia answered Tiberius, guiding Emilia awake. She thought the pleas were morning's call of hunger; Famis held for naught that morn, as waters breached our walls.
My experience living through Hurricane Helene, told in a 3-part short epic poem inspired by Bernard Williams. Sometimes, myth is the only language that can hold such an event.
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Pondering under
The giant's sky, a raven
Perched with scrying eyes
Worried father calls them home
Mind does scurry - evening's gloam
This can also be arranged into a ballad quatrain with AABB rhyming.
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Luna blushed when blessed
By our Terra's gentle breath
Upon her flushed skin
Their presence stirs shifting tides
Before unlit apogee
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Chirping jays converse
While perched upon a great doire
Within magic mist
A gentle harmonic tune
Arises with Sól's first light
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#myth
