LyreMidas turned cold,Lyre4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As his mind turned to gold.
There was no use praying,
No amount of worship could cease,
The minotaurs braying.
We're all disillusioned because
Adonis is lost.
Killed by Artemis' boar,
For he was beyond her touch.
I sit silent, still and watch,
The fall of Tannhäuser,
As he worships,
Pan waits with the reeds,
Playing on his pan pipes!
Syrinx's grief still bleeds,
Her voice echoes out through the night!
She simply had to escape!
Into the river,
To save herself,
From Pan's rape.
Fond fools serve mad jealousy.
Performing the unthinkable,
Doesn't matter if it's heresy.
All these myths are mythology.
How much room should we keep for theology?
When the key to peace lies in theosophy.
Was it not Oedipus who outsmarted the Sphinx?
Do you actually think the key to women,
Lies in a can of Axe or of Lynx?
Consumed and blinded by hubris,
He gouged out his eyes, don't you know?
Ah hell, what do you care?
Sitting down, watching sports or
The next hit realit
Poem - Not About PoliticsNot About PoliticsPoem - Not About Politics4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 081 – 20150322
It's not about politics,
it about who's in charge,
and what they want to do.
We'll shutter your programs,
shutdown dissenting voices,
for the good of our cause.
Count the dollars and cents,
this is the true purpose inherent,
training drones for our work force.
Look not to what's lost now,
the pain will be short term,
cancer removed for the best of all.
Liberal ideas have no merit,
dare not indoctrinate our youth
with stain of enemy dogma.
Embrace diversity, the other kind,
that worships the orthodox
of national flag and dollar sign.
It's not about politics,
because we're in charge,
just sit back and enjoy the ride.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
ExpectationsSometimes, it is hard to express myself.Expectations5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes, I have trouble writing thoughts down.
Sometimes, it can be hard to speak, as well.
Sometimes, when I smile, it feels like a frown.
I guess I'm over exaggerating.
Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed.
But life can be very aggravating.
It gets harder and harder to excel.
Expectations are going through the roof.
We are judged by the way we dress and act.
The adults think that we are too aloof.
But under the shells, some of us have cracked.
So I find it hard to say the right thing,
When around adults, forever judging.
Poem - Ink of Our EnemyInk Of Our EnemyPoem - Ink of Our Enemy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 079 – 20150320
Draw me a caricature,
a picture comic or grotesque.
Make it almost life like
but not enough to count.
Strip it of humanity,
devoid of redeeming grace.
Make them a true villain,
one we can all hate.
Societies can be the target,
entire nations reduced in mockery.
Our ability to transform the visage
is unlimited in our derision.
No action required on their part,
they can go about their business.
We’ll twist and turn their features
to fit our vision of their weakness.
We’ll paint us a devil, enemy true,
make them dangerous to all.
We can still defeat them,
we must to feel complete.
Spin our sins around to them,
they are the source of evil within.
Absolution bestowed to us
as god’s wrath is loosed to them.
The kernel of truth is seed enough,
grow the orchard of hatred for our feast.
Never you mind the awful truth,
the bumper crop of our own fruit.
The blood of the enemy washes us clean,
our hands spotless with pen dipped i