Hercules Poem by Daniel Reurink

Tis a wind sailing upon the old waves at dusk,

Were which way doth thou put their trust,

Standards and flags raised to yield,

So doth thou plow or walk the fields?

Before time, a long ago myth,

After before us, dreaming from an abyss,

Where sight is given to those blindless,

Like Homer singing the timeless.

The yoke of Minerva found in the seeds,

As the Milky Way was birthed through lightning,

Power and strength; the yoke of oxen,

Summer tis where the fields blossom.

In Rome before the ancient ruins,

Where temples above, below catacombs,

The great birth given by Juno,

Just like on Jupiter's own moon sow'd.

The orphan in the Artemis wild woods,

Where once serpents sent at the womb,

Trying to claim the infant to a tomb;

The birth of a hero, Hercules cocooned.

The infant abandoned by its own Mother,

Yet still found love from another,

Hidden from the wrath of the chaos,

In the order of the wood's own forest.

Yet after birth the hero we see,

Was set to a rigid human family,

A god-like hero, set before the same,

Of all alike, they didn't have gods names.

Now legends of past tales we heard have before,

Yet each time written; keys to a new door,

The twelve labors, feats of legendary,

Universally singing about mythology.

The first feat about Nemean Lion framed,

Of skinning a pelt upon the Nemea,

It couldn't be attacked so its own claw,

Was what ended its verse in flaw.

The next found in Argolid,

Where mystery kept bending the fold,

The heads kept unfolding from the Hydra,

And Iolaus and a sword with fire retired them.

The next the same as the first in a trinity,

Where the Golden Hind of Artemis ran free,

Yet trapped upon the realm of running,

Hercules pelt was again legendary.

The next tusk of the Erymanthian Boar,

Was a trapped by chains in mountain's galore,

Lifted breathing from the dust,

The wound of ash from the tusk.

The gift upon the cleaning day of then,

Was the Augean stables in a single day of when,

Which was an easy task to a god,

To take out the straw and fodd.

Yet at light upon the sixth task flying,

The Stymphalian Birds began aligning,

To swiftly shoot the bird upon the bow,

Which was what set their flocks or low.

The Cretan Bull, the birth of a Minateaur,

A labyrinth where locked afar,

Was caged upon Hercules for many hours,

Until the death; Greekian Mythology lessons.

A steed upon the deed of the eighth,

Where the Mares of Diomedes competed weights,

Scales to balance, magnificently wild,

Caught and stolen like hidden Artemis's child.

The Amazons founded there quest upon the sight,

Where the girdle of Hippolyta was the blight,

Also elsewhere like in the Iliad,

Was this girdle of the gods.

The younger sons of Pegasus so have grown,

And the cattle of the monster was Geryon,

Associated with the wings and multiple bodies,

The cattle are framed from past history.


Eleventh by the sound of the apples have fallen,

Upon Hesperides, the golden light nymphs calling,

Yet in Atlantides they have been the father,

Holding upon the words of Titan Atlas another.

The final death of the stages of here now,

Is caging and trapping Cerberus below ground,

The hound of Hades, the multi-headed dog,

Was the protector of the underworld fog.

So later upon the light of hope and rays,

Possible Hercules past on to greater days,

Following Pegasus towards the light,

This ends my song of past insight.