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Mytholog y By Garrett Waites - English 11- period 2

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Mythology

By Garrett Waites - English 11- period 2

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OdinSitting outThe wind howling around meThe leaves falling in deathI remember OdinHe calls manyYet few can standHis terrible presenceWith one eye in the wellAnd one turned toward youHe consumes youLike the fires of RagnarokThat he strives to hold backOf those who encounter OdinNone remain unscathedYet all are transformedAll are rebornOdin I hear you!Odin I feel you!Tree-swingerSpear-shakerMead winnerLore masterRune risterFate twisterOdinHear me!OdinSee me!Odin my friendDeal well with me!© Jeff Wolf

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This poem “Odin” represents all the prophecy behind the ancient Norse god who was the ruler of Valhalla. It speaks of his power and his aptitude as a leader.

When I read it I see a man in a viking helmet standing their with no fear within him. Just the solitude of a battle worn leader and I imaging seeing a fire burning in the good eye that he has left.

It uses simile to compare Odin's stare to that of the fires of Ragnarak which helps give a better image of Odin's presence when he is in a room.

I choose it because I feel the nobility behind Odin and it fits well as a less known form of mythology founded in Scandinavia.

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THE PHOENIX

Rebecca Wiles

Beautiful, glorious and sacrificing self for renewal,

you build a pyre and set yourself ablaze. For the

sake of self. Red bird you come forth through

your ashes a new bird shedding the old self which no

longer is needful. You embrace your new strength and

fly to the heights of the sky to the city of the sun and

give the ashes unto the alter of the sun god for your

immortality. Embrace yourself for you are a child of

the sun and will live eternal through birth, death, and

renewal! The spirit never dies!

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The poem “the phoenix” is about the shine of the noble bird from mythological tales and how strong and long its life is. It is how the eternal fire burns on.

I imagine myself as a giant bird soreing high with mighty power, burning bright and going out in a burst of flames. Then being revived from the ashes to continue life.

This free verse poem is mainly a blank verse and in doing so allows a story to unfold about the life of the noble bird without trying too hard.

I choose it because of them all this one seems to have spirit and it made me get that feeling that anything is possible or that life is a beautiful thing.

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Cerberus

Dear friend, should you chance to go 

To the devil down below 

You're see Cerberus at the gate, 

His anger will not wait 

Don't say "Good dog!" and hope thereby 

His three ferocious Heads to pacify. 

What though he try to be polite 

And wag his Tail with all his might, 

How shall one friendly Tail 

Against three angry Heads prevail? 

The Heads must win. -What puzzles me 

Is why in the devil's home there should be 

A Watch dog; all that I could do was surmise, 

Isn't this the last place anyone would

burglarize.

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“Cerberus” poem is about the three headed dog that guards the gate to the underworld in Greek mythology. He is the one that keeps the souls inline and moving toward judgment. It also keeps any unwilling people or beings from joining.

I see a three headed dog sitting there like a greyhound at the heels of its master.

This poems uses some end rhyme and a few metaphors. While not the most clear or concise poem I truly enjoyed it.

The honest reason for choosing this poem was that I read it and laughed at the satire that the author used. It made me laugh because id heard the tale, but I had never actually looked at it in that kind of context.

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The Return of HyperionBy: Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961)

The dungeon-clefts of TartarusAre close beyond the mountains

That are bound like a giant's girdleAbout the unstirred, unbreathing east.

Alike on mountain and plainThe night is as some iron dream

That closes the soul in a crypt of dread,Apart from touch or sense of earth,

As in the space of eternity.

What unseen light perturbs the darkness ?Behold! It stirs and fluctuates

Between the mountains and the starsThat are set as guards above the prison

Of the captive Titan-god. I knowThat in the depths beneath, Hyperion

Divides the pillared vault of darkAnd briefly stands upon its ruin.Then light is laid upon the peaks,

As the hand of one who climbs beyond;And now, the sun! The sentinel stars

Are dead with over potent flame,And in their place Hyperion stands.The night is loosened from the land

As a dream from the mind of the dreamer;A great wind blows across the dawn,

Like the wind of the movement of the world.

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The poem “Return of Hyperion.” speaks of the uglier side of mythology. Born in Greek times he is the titan of light and fire. He is one of the beings the preceded the gods and he was banished to Tartarus for his misdeeds.

While reading this poem I feel like I'm standing on a village hill side during dawn and while looking off into the horizon I see a bright glimpse of light getting brighter and brighter.

It has good use of the free verse form as well much like many other poems. It also uses imagery that shows a great deal of things using light and the contrasts of the titan to its surroundings.

I chose this one because it reminds me that things always remained buried from a past and the evil that isn’t always evil is what's needed to keep the world functioning.

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ORPHEUS: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564—1616)

Orpheus with his lute made trees

And the mountain tops that freeze

Bow themselves when he did sing:

To his music plants and flowers

Ever sprung; as sun and showers

There had made a lasting spring.

Every thing that heard him play,

Even the billows of the sea,

Hung their heads and then lay by.

In sweet music is such art,

Killing care and grief of heart

Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

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The poem “Orpheus” is about the god Orpheus and how he uses his music to invoke spring and animals.

I choose this one because it was a classic poem by on of the world's most famous poets and this is one of the more peaceful aspects of mythology.

When I read I see a man sitting on a stump in an open field playing a lute while the animals of the forest come out to listen a while.

Like many other poems it uses a lot of end rhyme, but Shakespear seems to write it in a way that doesn’t just combine lines. It seems to make the whole messages get bigger and more.

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DRAGON’S LAMENTI'm tired of being a dragon,

Ferocious and brimming with flame,The cause of unspeakable terror

When anyone mentions my name.I'm bored with my bad reputation

For being a miserable brute,And being routinely expected.To brazenly pillage and loot.

I wish that I weren't repulsive,Despicable, ruthless and fierce,

With talons designed to dismemberAnd fangs finely fashioned to pierce.

I've lost my desire for doingThe deeds any dragon should do,But since I can't alter my nature,

I guess I'll just terrify you.

~ © Jack Prelutsky

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The Dragon is a misunderstood malevolent being. This poem is about the life of the dragon and the stereotyped destruction it causes. It wants to leave its live and do something different, but it finds that is isn't capable of it. Thinking of the words that are used give me an image of a dragons speech right before it would kill someone. As it stares a person down guarding its layer. The author made good use of end rhyme with name and flame, and approximate rhyme using brute and loot. It also uses two separate verses where every other last words in a line rhyme. I choose this one because I don’t just see a dragon when I read this I can also see a struggling man.

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Greek Mythology-War Of The Gods

Since the ancient Gods were born, They've waged a war from dusk till dawn,

Alone they stand, in the never-ending fight, Continuing forever, day and night,

Although husband and wife, Zeus and Hera, Have fought for millennia, era after era,

There are of course many others, Fathers and Sons, Daughters and Mothers, Many of their hearts have been turned sour, Due to the colossal force, that is their power,

They have destroyed many a life, Caused so much, havoc and strife,

In their never-ending war, That shall go on, forever more.

Kieran J. 1996

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“War of the Gods” is a good poem that expresses the old battle and arguments between the gods and that it often affected mortals in the same way. When I read this poem I see a mother and father type god and goddess dressed in tunics arguing back and forth day and night even though they’re married. To me I imagine the definition of an old married couple. There is a large amount of end rhyme used in almost every line of the poem and it helps add to the imagery of the poem. I used this poem because mythology is all about the turmoil that the gods cause or the help that they brought.

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"Ares: God of War “-by Jerry Brown

Hark, and hear the thunder roar Look and see the lightning flashNay.. nay I say.. tis not Zeus nor Thor you hearTis I ..... Ares, God of War

The flash of shot , the roar of cannon,Another madman off to mammonRavage and rape and pillage the landKill every one and destroy all that you can

These Attilas, Hitlers, Bonapartes and suchThey kill and ruin all they touchTis for God and country many sayOr for freedom or religion we fight this day

Since time began, tis the same old storyThey start these wars for their own glorySome will perish, with there lotOthers will flee away , only to arise again to kill some other way

Since stone and lance, arrow and bowNow planes and rockets, and the mighty bombThese toys of death you use to killTo taunt or bend others to your will

All these things you use to no availYou war and die and go away Yet thru the ages I will travailI'll be here forever and ever and maybe a day

So war and kill , enjoy your lustSlay your neighbor if you mustYet one last war must be doneIts called the Battle of Armageddon

When the lord will come from heaven on high Destroy all your armies and all you evil men will dieHe'll reign in peace for a thousand yearNaught will know of war or fear

To Olympus I will returnFor this is where to be I yearnUpon the mount I'll spread my fleeceThere I'll rest for a millennium of peace

I'll drink the nectar of the godsI'll sit and look down upon the world I'll sing praises to the God of GodsAnd bless the peace he has unfurled

I am Ares........... God of War

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This poem is about the ferocity and brutality of the Greek god Ares.He is bent on war and sits back watching worthy or unworthy fight. That’s also what I see when I read this poem.This poem makes good use of approximate rhyme to connect words like cannon and mammon, or land and can. It makes it more appealing to read but keeps a more open concept so its like I'm watching a video of the past. By far my favorite poem I found. That and its just feels like it could be true.

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Zeus – author unknownZeus is pissed tonight.

Maybe he was having conflict with Hera. Maybe Apollo or Athena or Artemis accidentally attempted to rain art or astuteness or animals down upon Earth, respectively.

Maybe he drank too much wine.

Whatever the reason is, it's quite a light show.

There are no stars, only the chemiluminescenceon my shirt and my shortsthat were poured upon me byintoxicated partiers who thought it would be entertainingto shower the combination of peroxide and phenyl oxalate esterupon the party guests.

A map of the universeis splattered across my hands.

It's as if Zeusthrew away the sky,in an inebriated gesture,and it landed around me.

Cronus should have swallowed the father of gods and of men whole.

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The poem Zeus is about the mythology behind the Greek god of gods and what happens when he does in the myths. I see a person all high and mighty sitting on his throne laughing at all the absurd things that go on around and below him. And the reason I choose it was cause it was just random in the middle where I start picturing a college frat party and poetry should always give you some kind of interest.Oddly enough the free verse nature of this poem allowed the author to use a more sophisticated vocabulary and really draw some interesting images into my mind.

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Vulcanby angel-in-pieces.

Dug deep beneath the earth, there is no light.No footholds to electric nights or larvae of

synthetic flights. No future. Just Vulcan,bone lonely, with only his primitive kind of hunger

and a longing to hear something other thanthe cemetery talking, walking over him. Unearthed.

This is his forge, where the flower of amnesia,allowing one man to rewrite another, grows molten -blown into glass, gunpowder and pyrotechnic stars.Past, present, but only the future scars in the dark,

this life in transition. And though over and overhe's said it's over and done with, there's always

more. Always a greed, a need for hunger.

God of fire, Vulcan sulks alone, lying lowbelow the mountain. Nurturing burns.He's learned to hide his heart, smoked

and charred, but still he chokes electric,growing on into stone.

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This poem is about the roman god of fire and the forge, Vulcan. He is a laboring sole that is constantly devoting time to his craft.

The image I chose is almost exactly what I see when I read this poem. I see a charcoal covered, brawny man with a hammer and anvil toiling in the hot fires of his forge all day long.

In this poem there is great use of imagery especially in the line “…blown into glass, gunpowder, and pyrotechnic stars.” and to me those starts sound like fireworks. It puts a more vivid image in my head.

I choose this one because it was inviting and I actually felt a bit of pity for the god that works alone within his secluded underground forge.

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Madam uncircumcised walrus….

Personal Poetry

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I AmCars, Moneys, Games

I enjoy getting out of school and playing videogames

Considerate people are important to me

Respect is important to me

Integrity is important to me

Happiness is life's greatest joy

Laziness is bad, but hard work get the job done well.

I don’t like heights

I like my computer

I love Cici’s Pizza cinnamon rolls

This is me

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Credo Poem

I believe in the unlimited human potentialThe ingenuityThe stride for greatnessThe creativity

But I don’t believe in the current justice system

I believe in our ability to do goodI believe in human integrityI believe in innocent till proven guilty

And I believe in the chance for human kind to constantly improve the world

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Blots poem

Tetradinocorn

Tetradinocorns live in Teotihuacán in tombs with tunnels every Thursday.

Tetradinocorns eat wild turkey covered in tartar sauce, tantalizing tequila covered toddler toes, and teenagers.

Tetradinocorns like terrorizing tourists, tactfully terminating terrorists, and traveling in tornadoes.

Tetradinocorns teach troglodytes to torment totalitarians.

Tetradinocorns tore the tracheas out of my terrified family.

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Senses-creativity

Creativity is silver and green

It tastes like plastic

It sounds like the start up ping of a windows

computer

And smells like over clocked brain cells

It looks like the framework to a giant skyscraper

And makes me feel like reached the top of the

world.

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I AmI am curious and adventurousI wonder how velociraptors livedI hear a velociraptorI see a velociraptorI want a velociraptorI am curious and adventurous

I pretend I’m a velociraptorI feel like a chickenI touch velociraptorI worry about my obsession with velociraptorI am curious and adventurous

I understand how velociraptor thinkI say velociraptor still existI dream of being a velociraptorI try to create velociraptorI hope to someday have a pet velociraptorI am curious and adventurous

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Tanka

An endless abyss

Eternal holding for thought

As endless as time

The mind recalls past events

Dissolving in its vastness

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