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Myths of the
Tempest
by
Terrance D. Young

These are poems from 1965 through 1976. During
this time I was in High School,
Drafted into Vietnam, went to Woodstock, college, art school and
traveled the country

Table of Contents
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Myths
of the Tempest
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Elements of the storm
completely awe me,
and absorb my senses into it.
On a night that belongs to the tempest
I am a guest,
and it's wise to be sheltered.
Outside air is thick
and sparkles with moisture
muffling sound of distant thunder.
Roaming wind carries a song
urging on
the elements of the storm.
That are hardly known to me
in my retreat of space and time,
and if I ventured out
to compete
I would become
just one of its sounds.
Approaching thunder
lights the countryside
rattling my soul
shivering deep inside
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The tempest knocks!
Coming to greet me
a guest, with whom
she can do as she pleases.
Tempest of the day and night,
true goddess of the Earth,
I have no ability to conjure
or magically seduce you.
But I retain the power
to create of you
countless images,
and all that my imagination
can hold.
Your elements of
are more than just a storm.
Your energy released
are reasons for legends being born.
And Myths of the Tempest
have been created
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Galileo
Why did you
submit to their god?
Didn't you see
the Devil in their eyes?
The Truth they said
was in their words
When the only truth
comes from God.
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Poetry of the Earth
Gently
swirling minds
probe the far reaches
of the planet
searching for freedom
and reasons for living
as if there must be
Gently swirling
clouds
whiten the blue
and shade the brown
giving, living stillness
to the planet
where, from the eyes of a woman
comes love
and the wonder of
all and everything.
The Earth concerns
us
it is home
our senses reality
and the only truth here
comes to us
from the poetry of the Earth
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A
Myth for the World
and a plea for free people's dreams and
misconceptions
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through
our eyes we see the world
and our visions of it
i know i see it different from you
and you from them
and as we see our world
our different views begin to blend
in contrast and harmony
are the impressions and thoughts
we all see together, but how different
from each other
it lies in the difference from you
that we close on the cover
our security is well protected
with the false belief our intentions are good
but our meanings are shrouded
by the myths and faulty creations
that we let rule our thought
instead of our sensations
through our minds we perceive the
world
we were all taught together
and in schools we learned of histories past
and wondered who wrote all the pages
but already we were to be guided
by the thought creations of the ages
preceding forms of life
and long before the oceans rolled
were the words concealed in sound
of our champions to be told
consider untamed man
battling nature for being
trying to find reason
for all they were seeing
in the need for security
a supreme being would provide
explanation for the tempest
and a reason when they die |
idols
were animals or unknowns
taking shape in the clouds
their first words were of fear
and just words of sounds
but in those utterances
were the beginnings of science
and they spoke of a divine master
a god almighty and of the highest
morality and spirit
controller of everything they saw
holder of divine mercy, understanding
and of more
only time changed the
barbarian sacrament
to subsequent religious ceremony
only time has moved on
and the rituals of divine tradition
merely have changed substance
through our instruments
we can better know our place
among the universe
and cosmic space
maybe far off into the
unknown
will we ever know
and do you think our god
even out there has control
amidst a universe
who's light's we haven't seen
such a being would be absolute
or so it would seem
why must there be such an
absolute
for us to be controlled
and let our thoughts
be bought and sold
and we buy them without
question
from a president or pope
finding no need to doubt
when looking for hope.
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Ice
Storm
New York City
December 1973
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Winter's
storm has kept me awake
all night long.
Keeping me awake to witness
its power,
as if the world were ending
and I was forced to observe
the final stroke,
which I felt could be coming
at each snapping crack
of a branch succumbing
to the burdensome weight
of ice.
Rocket like ripping impacts
murder my tree again
just like a friend
with so many memories
It wasn't till I ventured
out
did I realize the full intensity
of Decembers ice storm
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It
wasn't till I was through
inspecting the battleground
that a thought was born
Just as I felt natures
relentless fury
Now I could feel the
agony of torn limbs
The oak trees are broken!
mighty oak
stronger than man
taken apart
bent and twisted
as only nature can
Show such force
to remind the ego human
we are but a part
a fraction of this all |
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Sweet Lady's
Dream
the fire boils balls
of opium black
lighting my fantasy side
sweet black lady
take me for a ride
where was I
a fortnight ago?
lost in endless thought
in space and time
finding whatever I sought.
a path through hedges and
flowers
meandered like a dream,
frightened and lost in her garden
I abused my lover.
while I begged her pardon,
a hearts desire
would appear before my eyes.
that's the way time
is spent in endless space,
with each new thought
that materialized
I had to turn hundreds away.
the lady's shiny glow,
although black,
was my light of the day.
colors I never saw before
glowed from her skin,
then took the form
of a desire.
I realized then,
of this,
I couldn't ever tire.
the want of that lady
could weaken me,
enslave me,
and cause me to scream.
unfortunately the price is too high
for me
to live in her dream.
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