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Mythological Poems

Displaying 11 poems from the Mythological genre.

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Something Hard to Swallow — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Adam’s apple stuck — Meaty apple of discord… Spare rib...	365 views Rate it
Breathing in and Breathing out Mythology — Scott Michael Potter	If ever you should by chance encounter some snakes copulating lest like Tiresias androgyny you start advocating seek not the counsel of even the wisest...	13 views Rate it
The We That Is Us That Is You That Is Me — Scott Michael Potter	You on top of me… I could hear, see, taste, talk, feel, think, sense, build, perceive, emote, support, create, uplift, greet, chance,...	6 views Rate it
Alwaysevermore my "disappears" muse... — Scott Michael Potter	Tears well and, well, as seeking well or good looses its import and significance on how its food dances better to this and that for the...	6 views Rate it
From the Mouths of Babes — Scott Michael Potter	Infants speaking in ancient tongues heft the weft Left bereft on the loom of arcane weavers Leavers of the clothing of original ones Wondrous fabrics...	5 views Rate it
Disassembled Beingness — Scott Michael Potter	Once upon a time there were three no we’ll make it four, little bits of time running a race that actually paralleled that of an anaconda digesting its...	4 views Rate it
Horus Forgave Prometheus — Scott Michael Potter	Driving into an area where the sun drapes darkened benches when the moon’s lost its light to campfires when I learn-see again… Underneath the sheen...	2 views Rate it
Eating My Tail — Scott Michael Potter	Herein is the uroboric return Move downward spiral within Grooves etched echo the downturn Begin improving after the tailspin --by Scott Michael...	2 views Rate it
Excerpted from I'M DEAD—Osiris — Scott Michael Potter	The cadaver horizon is a mountainscape that spreads from my eyebrows across the world spanning outward evermore, for death is everpresent within...	2 views Rate it
From Within the Without of Yggdrasil the World Tree — Scott Michael Potter	Fondly hang thee witless nine nights wee the dawn tickles the upmost boughs; hang thee well and upside down; see thee into inevitable breakdown; see...	0 views Rate it
Seeking Fresh Searching True — Scott Michael Potter	Seeking, ever seeking, who is this searcher I sometimes call me? Is this searcher more aptly called myself? Or perhaps the searcher would prefer self? ...	0 views Rate it