NaPM April 9 2013

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 9: Write a poem inspired by a classic Greek myth!
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

Don't give up guys, I see some stalwarts dropping, you can do this!!

[Todd]

Okay, now here's what's ironic. I'm working on Day 8 and I'm getting food and Greek Myth. I'll probably end up doing two Greek oriented poems.

[billy]

these are getting harder i'll do yesterdays and todays today after i get some posts in elsewhere

[NakedBear]

these are getting harder i'll do yesterdays and todays today after i get some posts in elsewhere

Your standards are too high, billy. Just shit them out, like me!

[Todd]

Stories You Shouldn't Believe

She was my friend's wife.
I came in disguise,
and when the Trojan broke open
there was no way to go home.
Like those before, she ate the fruit.
I planted six seeds deep within, and waited
for the night to make them sprout.

Forgetting is a descent
on crumbling steps;
Green smoke stains
my breath like wet leaves. I swallow
memory and starve.

The woman tells us men are pigs,
and so they are,

and I follow them
to my wife's table in disguise.

[billy]

loved the last couplet

[NakedBear]

As fawn

These bows will hide me from the sight of Zeus,
who mounts the sky to which my fawning eye
has turned, while in my bath they’ve made me lie
to warmly wash me clean, with drops that sluice
by thousands from my chalice, nearly dry
from use, by nymphs more vigorous than are hers.
To clean within her skin no love could spur
those beauts, her washing, who had heard me sigh
while gladly gazing out on brown liqueur
then set to cool in clear and flowing stream;
for this, I die by dogs as fawn who screams.

[cidermaid]

Got up early to make time for this. Spent an hour trying to work something vuagly worthy...got bored of my own poem and decided it was going to be boring no mater how much work I put into the idea so now out of time scribbled out a quick silly verse. (original idea first - raw working only...silly scribble below).

Perses opens his defence.

We have heard from Hesiod.
Man outstanding in his field.
Farmer, poet, lawyer, brother,
Almanac purveyor!
Masterly scholar of all arts.
Well versed to define and instruct!
Heir of the fertile soil of creativity;
the whys and wherefores carefully
laid out in clinical detail. Each science
stripped, boned and picked over, till the bare
prime elements, exposed to his all knowing
lie defeated. Robbed of life and mystery.
Subject to his singular containment.
I should think the tower of Babel is threatened
By the stature of his magnificent opinion.

How can a Man of words and scrolled
learning, properly relate the deed,
the action and passion of the moment
when blood runs down an embattled
sword – Flooding, cleansing, to purge the soul
Or know the deeper earthy instincts
powering the legs of a warrior god?

I say not! Wisdom is a whore, who eats
and eats but is never satisfied. Entrapping
those of weaker inclines, to believe that
any extravagance or sport , (except those of the mind),
is a folly of youth and the blind; undertaken
by those of lesser intellectual estates,
who wander in fields of ignorance, planting
follies in the open bellies of unenlightened
corpses - worm feed from the fruits of war.

I would ask, which is better for stirring the soils
of change that lead to advancement? A sword
of tempered resolve, or a quill plucked
from some long since dead fowl, that quivers
under any strain greater than a drop of ink.



Beach loses blue flag status

Dear Sir,
Please desist from leaving hay
Upon our pristine golden bays.
Your sea sluicing practice
of stable slopping slackness,
leaving Herculean horse ordure
to foul our aquatic pastures,
has been weighed and noted.
We say, “No more floaters!”

Without delay, you will obey
Or fines will follow from today.

[milo]

Standing on Southhampton dock

Sophie, standing on Southampton dock,
her eyes graze for her sisters of the sea;
Thelxepia and Perthenope,
instead she sees the tides pound sand from rock.

She longs to dive and put her exile to the test,
to cut this landscum with the shoals, and breathe the foam,
to have the salt loam limescale from her breast,
to let Atlantean currents carry her home.

Once her voice and lyre could crash ship to shoal
and she would dine from flesh to fangs
of mariners, mesmerized by her songs,
their smashed skulls piled into a gruesome knoll
Oh what spell sets this siren's heart amiss?
Just one cute sailor and one mortal kiss.

--
milo

[justcloudy]

yikes this one might take me a while, considering the dear horse of Troy is the only myth I can remember... and I'm no longer sitting on a couch all day sick, with ample time to do my homework.
are we allowed to skip certain topics?? ;D

[neena2504]

Need some time for this one, got to read the Greek myths first. Read a few in school but can't seem to remember any right now .

[UnicornRainbowCake]

I did attempt a serious one regarding Persephone, for the record...

Only Fools and Wooden Horses

I've got splinters up my arse.
My shoulder pads are chafing
I'm sitting in a wooden box
when I'd rather be out raping

"Are we there yet?" One asks
"My shoulder is getting worse-"
"Shut up" the general cries
"There's not a window in this horse!"

We're going to ambush the enemy
(Or so they say, the bastards)
While the leaders sit in their carriages
Getting right and royally plastered

Someone else has just thrown up -
Glory my arse, all this is going to bring
Is a few chaffed sores upon my prick
above two sweaty little kings.

[billy]

String ran like a fuse down the labyrinth.
Its feel through thin leather-soled sandals,
soothed the fear that was fighting my heart.
I stalked the beast through the rank bullshit
knew the apathy that resided
in a blackened brow between sharp horns.
A bet; a jest, and here I am, shaking,
sword arm heavy with a fool's fatigue.

Search the labyrinth for the Minotaur,

They said

and kill it.

All I had was string, wits, and a allergy to beef.

[Leanne]

I did attempt a serious one regarding Persephone, for the record...

Only Fools and Wooden Horses

Sure you did -- this title alone makes me incredibly happy you chose to post this instead.

[UnicornRainbowCake]

I did attempt a serious one regarding Persephone, for the record...

Only Fools and Wooden Horses

Sure you did -- this title alone makes me incredibly happy you chose to post this instead.

The poem might be dire, but I can make myself chuckle with the title

[Leanne]

Leda and the Swan

I really want to get it on
in different ways. My husband bores
me – look at that enormous swan!
Oh! bless my wringing underdrawers!

Tyndareos is king, it’s true,
but when he comes to claim his right
he does as peasant men might do,
a chore: in, out and then goodnight.

But this! a feathered god! a beast!
with thrusting neck and muscled breast
has burst into my room and greased
my loins with fire. O welcome guest!

Whatever will the gossips say?
Their wicked tongues will paint me loose
and twisted. Well, my woodland lay,
I’ll tell them all that you were Zeus.

[brandontoh]

Olympus

It starts with kids
aged 13-15
playing make believe.

And as kids are bound to do,
they make them immortal,
all-powerful, and drop dead gorgeous.
Polygamy is okay, even encouraged,
their home a palace most prestigious.

Then they start crafting stories,
each more hardcore than the one before.
What they formed, became a religion
with innocent beginnings,
but hyperbolic, awesome premise.