Medusa, a Girl Violated and Used in Life and DeathYou were not born a monster;Medusa, a Girl Violated and Used in Life and Death1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were among the fairest of daughters,
Honey-tressed, a chaste priestess
Of Athena, a maiden goddess.
Unwisely, you boasted that you were fairer
Than even Athena, incurring her anger
And spite. Was it for such a petty deed
That she betrayed you in your hour of need?
Poseidon saw you and chased you,
Eager to enjoy your body. You fled to
Athena’s temple, praying for safety.
But he violated the shrine and your body.
You screamed for help, but none came.
Athena, instead of answering your prayer,
Was furious that her temple was befouled
And a priestess had broken her vow.
A priestess had broken her vow,
But you had not done it of your own
Will; Poseidon left you with no options
As a powerless mortal and as a maiden.
Instead of punishing her uncle for raping you,
Athena acted in spiteful vengeance, so cruel,
And turned your silken locks into snakes
And disfigured your skin, your face.
She cursed you with the power to turn men
To stone with your gaze. Haug
lostonly we can changelost1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what we've become
out of control
By the Rockets Red GlareIn the year of our Lord Seventeen Seventy SixBy the Rockets Red Glare1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Things were going on in the Imperial sticks
Out in the Colonies Thirteen
They declared People Supreme
And birthed a new nation into the mix
It seems they all wished to be free
And showed great disrespect to tea
To protest King’s Largess
They formed a Congress
And bombarded His Majesty with a plea
Having fail to impress upon jurisprudence
Grabbed muskets an declared independence
Fought Redcoat an Hessian
Who made quite the Messian
And forced the King to commit costly vengeance
From Georgia to the tips of Maine
And funding from France and Spain
They built an army
And behaved calmly
And marched in sun, frost and rain
It is more than fair to mention
They did better than expectation
Though for a time
Not in battle line
Such was the cause of their desperation
Lacking in the tools of convention
They gave plots more than a mention
Going where Eagles Dare
By sailing the Delaware
They inflicted a state of exasperation
Which lead to the withdraw
Anarchist's TangoYou are what you are,Anarchist's Tango4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I take what I see,
My choices spin you,
Your choices fling me
It's a circle, a square,
It's a twelve-sided dance,
Match your steps to the chaos!
Leave the movements to chance!
We can fling ourselves madly
All over the place,
Just as long as your fist stops
An inch from my face
Watch the anarchist's tango!
See the freedom ballet-
Just make sure you know how
To get out of the way.
Poem - Side of RightSide of RightPoem - Side of Right3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 211 – 20150730
You began as the individual,
but now you serve a greater cause.
Identity merged to the party line,
personal truth subsumed by society.
Step up and don our chosen garb,
words with set meanings preordained.
Roles fixed against contrived history,
future determined by stated past.
Welcome to the hyperbole,
your role is not stained by factuality.
Perceived identity becomes the litmus,
testimony of prescribed motivations.
Your role has been predetermined,
cast against an imagined whole.
Our story has been set in stone,
mountains high only we can see.
Ministry of Truth will show your lies,
your blood shed will bring us new life.
Beware the freedom shared by most,
it only brings slavery to the rest of us.
When all is right there will be no wrong,
the truth evident in the prescriptive words.
Contrary ills will be expunged,
a single thought will have all meaning.
The narrative becomes all important,
the script by which life is played.
It is the len
No Good Deed...There used to be a boyNo Good Deed...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who liked to play and sing
One day he found a bird
the bird had hurt its wing
The boy had nursed the bird
so it could fly again
The bird had thanked the boy
by teaching him to sing
The boy then tried to sing
but could not let out a word
No matter what he tried
it seemed he was turning into a bird
The bird was very happy
as it could fly again
but not only that
it had made a new friend.
Unsung Songs and Unwritten poemsMost poems remain unwritten.Unsung Songs and Unwritten poems3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Most songs remain unsung.
They died with those who loved them,
Never knowing another tongue.
Those poems once heard,
Are now lost to an endless void,
Recited as hearts were stirred,
When lovers were overjoyed.
They were once sung lightly,
Those rare, contented songs,
They were sung to lovers nightly,
But now they’re forever gone.
As blood was spilt,
They were overshadowed;
Drowned out by the sounds of war,
The cities they were rebuilt,
But that which to love was hallowed,
Can never be restored.
Yankee, YankeeYankee, Yankee, very loudYankee, Yankee3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Detectable in the largest crowd
What dread culture on this Earth
Could create a monster like thee?
In what classroom were you taught
Where your mind was used for naught?
What did your professor intend
Teaching to break what none could mend?
What the parent? What the crone?
Who turned you into a drone?
In what clinic? In what daycare?
Did you learn to be so unfair?
When your blood came down the ages
Carried through empire's stages
Was goodness ever hoped to be?
Did the Constitution's maker make thee?
The Lost SoldierThe stars that glare down from the evening sky.The Lost Soldier3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They shame me for my past.
It’s in solitude that I suffer.
My innocence was made of glass.
But those crystal walls, they were shattered.
Once my footsteps stained the dirt.
I had pledged my soul to protect the weak,
But death was something that we couldn’t avert.
They called me a soldier of fortune.
You named me sinner and fool.
Shaped from the flames in a field of rice.
I was branded a political tool.
I’m scarred with the stripes of my valor.
All my friend’s names are carved in stone.
Trapped in the memories of the brothers I lost,
I’m damned to wander through this pain alone
The Migrations PeriodThe Rome of old is fallen,The Migrations Period1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Gallic plains are open wide,
The Alpine mountains ringing
With the crashing of our tide,
Our fierce deluge is upon you.
For all your Latin pride,
We humble sons of Teutons
Have cast your rule aside.
Rome is but a bygone thought,
All who knew it we have slain;
Never have those Latin fields
Known such a bitter rain!
The statues of your Caesars,
Have all come crashing down
Their gold diadems bartered;
For our iron Lombard crown.
Your Gaul that was once a nation
By the name, “Francia,” now is called.
Where once stood your plantations,
Now stand our kings’ fine beer-halls.
Where once your proud sons gathered
To recite old Attic dialogues
Our skalds now roughly smatter
Rough songs of our chiefs and gods.
Even in white-cliffed Britain
Seemingly so safe across the sea
Our brethren, Saxons and Angles,
Had built an Angle-land, we see.
Oh, how the whole world trembles,
As when a comet tears the skies;
Their ruined Empire is in shambles
As our proud
Subsidized punishmentWe are sent to debtor’s prison,Subsidized punishment2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For unpayable fines,
We are forced into attrition,
For imaginary crimes.
The mother owes fifty dollars,
On a twenty dollar crime,
But her hungry child calls her,
And now she has to do time;
She gets hauled away,
For feeding her kid,
She should have paid
And told her child
"Have a stiff upper lip."
Oligarchy No. 6Children live in a homeOligarchy No. 62 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With only a mattress on the floor
There’s nothing else they own
Save for shame from the misinformed.
A Dream of ErosionI saw in a dream, deadly and prophetic,A Dream of Erosion2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A nation crumbling under lies,
Where its judges and rulers sat
Where the stones of the jewelers,
Were traded with living breath,
Where the populous danced intoxicated
I saw a land where
Trivial things were likened to death,
Where gibberish spewing fools
Were made into wealthy heroes,
Where the kind,
Were damned to a chorus of
And among those wails seething,
Standing there as if dreaming,
There were deaf mutes feigning,
The ignorance that yet prevailed
Among these mindless being.
Soon the deaf mutes grew weary
Of the blasphemes,
Of the pride profaning
The sacred places where beauty dwelt and
Enveloped all the senses in a flurry of
Melodic motion which did not survive
The zealots’ cries which crushed them,
And on these fallen altars,
The deaf mutes let out a cry,
Warning of impending erosion,
Oligarchy No. 9As we stay silentOligarchy No. 92 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ignorant bliss invades
We submit to the tyrant
And let fools lead our parades.
entwinedorphans allentwined1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we seek to know
from where we came
to where we go
by family name
war, work and play
reach for sky
embrace the truth
of you and I
Downtown SpiritsAngels smoking glass,Downtown Spirits2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down on central avenue,
Devils walk by aghast,
As if they know what’s true.
UntitledThere are those concerned with only wealth and fame,Untitled2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much so they cannot see the seeds that others are sowing,
They are so concerned with where we all came
That they cannot see where we are going
Oligarchy No. 7A hungry eyeOligarchy No. 72 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Accuses your greed
But still you lie
No matter how hard it pleads.
Oligarchy No.4I’ve paid two thousand dollars,Oligarchy No.42 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a fifty dollar fine,
But still I got to wear a collar,
On this ankle of mine.
Illegal LoveThe youth share illegal love,Illegal Love2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For they are masters of their minds,
As pious tyrants cry above,
Our youth! Our youth! They are blind!
Sound Sex: ManiaJumpin’ men wild and freeSound Sex: Mania2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dancin’ naked to lyrics obscene
Normals wander on
Feelin’ safe in their head
They don’t realize they’re done
And they’re already dead.
Oligarchy No. 8Rolling metal, red rust,Oligarchy No. 82 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wheels dent the road.
Filled with avarice,
Filled with lust,
The kings in the high tower
Laugh on their thrones.
The Result of Selective AbortionsTh’ am baile beag gun samhail oir ‘s e baileThe village is unique because it isThe Result of Selective Abortions1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nan seana-ghille, baile beag far nach eilA town of bachelors, a village where there are no
Ann bean aois phòsaidh ‘n làthair, mnathan ghineadhMarriageable women left, women to produce
A’ ghlùn siud ri teachd…Yon future generation…
Chan urrainn fear a phòsadh oir chan iarradhNo man can marry because no woman
Bean ‘phòsadh obraiche bochd; pòstar iseWould want to marry a poor laborer; she will be married
Airson a cloinne, phòsta ri fear bheairteach…For her children, married to a wealthy man…
Mar sin, dh’fhàg mnathan…Like that, women left…
Oir chùm na teaghlaich taobh len oighrean, am micBecause the families took the side of their heirs, their sons,
Bh’an nìghneagan air mharbhadh, mus no ‘n dèidh breith,Their