Myths of Madness
There, out of my mind
rising aloft upon a rooftop
flying horses of fables.
Lying stories below in stables
needing revising
(no tortoise or hare racing anywhere)
are these editions of mystifying myths
long-time dying
in the midst of
ages of wisdom
defying logic and science by
scrying crystals and
prizing alchemy while denying
the Earth and Sun rotation
that belies their ancient myths.
Ran out of my mind
chasing a steeple, a cross, and the way
craven images
like uncovered idols sculpted
misbehaving in positions of power
are enslaving others
yet, their own conduct is
debasing and grotesque.
But now, they are paving
their way to prisons
while erasing olden fears of dishonor
waiving the blame
and putting it waving
on the front pages destroying
the daily myths.
Cut out from my mind
disturbed in a house of too many Gables
in a suit from too many Taylors
in a desert without any Wells
at a party without a Garland
and a tender peck with no Ginger
for an academy Dean driven out West
on a Grant of land in need of a Gardner
in a Temple in need of a Chaplin
where stars have lost it all
Munroe/Davis/Loren/Bacall.
Now, A.I. has changed
the way they make all
their modern moving myths.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2025 21:09
- Comment from author about the poem: An oldie resurrected.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments5
The clever insertion of Famous past stars of the silver screen was ingenious and sparks a fave. A most fun read
Thank you, SB. I had fun with working those into the piece.
Very creative and entertaining read, nicely crafted
Thank you, PL. Your words are greatly appreciated
You are very welcome
Phil, this poem charges through history, myth, and media with the force of disillusionment sharpened into vision. It dismantles old illusions: gods, idols, cinema stars; and names the rot behind their marble with clarity and fire. My response joins that current, reflecting your reckoning with both reverence and resistance, recognising A.I. as the new mythmaker, scripting its own Olympus in real time. What you’ve created is not a breakdown but a decoding, and you hold the lens with unflinching grace 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you, Rik. It takes some deep thought, but you got to it. Much appreciate your brilliant review.
Excellent write
Thank you, Tony.
You're welcome
I'm proud to say, I'm 50 years old and I got this completely, wonderful poetry rhyme and theme 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. It can be vague, glad you got if. Thanks for the kind words.
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