Prometheus Poems - Poems about Prometheus

Then shall I say I could no other do? That fate beyond divine compelled my act? That like a bird on wires my mission flew? But that's a game of words, and not of fact. Full well I knew how best to calm my mind, From huddled suffering to avert my eyes; To on Olympus joy and music find; To drink ambrosia...

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Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry Whether arsonist at fault or confluence of ripe conditions triggering perfect firestorm, the titan of fire beside himself with misery, though no fault of his own the raging bullish conflagration a taste of inescapable hell synonymous with the outer limits of the twilight zone, where mercurial Venusians ply their devil may care attitude with pitchforks stabbing the sheltering...

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Prometheus by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch obscure Your heavens, Zeus, with a nebulous haze! and, like boys beheading thistles, decapitate oaks and alps. yet leave me the earth with its rude dwellings and my hut You didn’t build. also my hearth, whose cheerful glow You envy. i know nothing more pitiful under the sun than these vampiric...

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there will be a baby crying in the next room, but not yet people are still standing around my bed and I'm still on my last breaths they won't leave until I have gone a brown leaf about to fall I remember the white foam of waves not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets but subtle colourings of children's books gently paging in rippling...

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Death by gypsy violin Will push you out then pull you in Requiem for a burning pyre Raising twilight ashen choir Up beyond that frozen place Up beyond all time and space No hungry knife shall clip thy wing No wild wasp shall fires sting Thus, these thoughts did prod and pry His love, he knew, could crack the sky I foresaw, thought he, my...

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Hercules did not come along for years Howling of an Olympian beagle So nightly Prometheus had his fears Daily arrival of dreaded eagle Zeus was enraged that man now had fire Prometheus knew he would pay the price Consequences were daily and dire Having your liver eaten is not nice He gave them the skills of metalwork too! Prometheus had really done...

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They stole your light The fire that you worked so hard to attain Now lies in the hands of greed. Your sacrifice lives on, A testament to the ability that my kind can twist; Even the holiest of holies. They call it civility. Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself. Their...

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In It, I Saw Prometheus Chained And Bound I was reading Salinger's, "Catcher In The Rye" A follow up from Leo Tolsty's, "War and Peace" I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die" Remember this, courage was a mainstay of Greece And dear ole Mark Twain was himself Huckleberry Finn Would poets ever give up muse...

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I am cutting ties that I knotted to a faraway soil. Exiled no longer at the tiller of a long beached fishing boat that bobs only on the legends of ancient waves. Those fluent in soul-breathing, the Celtic poets, those wind-chiming lyricists, are pulling me to the bottom of Lake Erie where drowned sea-captains still quote what the Irish once wrote. And here’s me, even today caught by...

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Prometheus bound, but not denied The better part of food is fried Fresh or fridge, it's all the same Smarter people light a flame Prometheus bound, hear me cry Someone's got a fish to fry Eating well is my desire Come on baby, light my fire Prometheus bound, where's the fun Would you like your meat well done? As for me, should you care Cook...

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Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained from my new blog (I.) What of life, mortality and blessings of virgin ground Philosophy, religion and *Prometheus unbound Of Mother Nature, illuminations and transcendence Science, and vanity of weakened mortal dependence Light keeping darkness, destruction, life has now earth so stained From horrors of gifting new god, Prometheus unchained? (II.) Should we,...

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Prometheus The legendary story is still alive as stupendous force, the fire of the Gods the caring metaphor as source. The warmth of concern on which strength depends, forsaken in these days by commercial happy ever after ends. The genesis of convenience in your hand, modern Gods as enterprise in brand. Which to and fro is the mate of blessings? for everybody’s little...

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deep the void, he uttered words thus rarely muttered not once erred or stuttered Schleicher's fable ... hence, his master's horses ...

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The touch of lips- brief and soft. There was no more grief. This evening forever lost in memory. Through the ripples of untroubled water, we sat. The waves rolled closer. Together we crashed by the pull of the tide. Anxiously losing track of time. The wave- thick, unforgiving. Retraced its step. And I forever lost. Forever inhaling it's essence. Forever remembering that night with closed...

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Oh Gaia! Raiment of earth tones hath met her mighty Titan of Words! He decries the title of heathen, yet clamors for that elusive angelic female spirit with a composite of erudite splendor. Diffidence one of my key trademark characteristics. That circumspection in conjunction with nonestablishmentarian hirsute emblem upon this rather narrow head seems...

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