Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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My Muse

My muse, he comes and wakes me in the night
in urgent tones he whispers in my ear
my thoughts are kissed by him and take to flight
and all the while his words come fast and clear

At times he takes me to celestial heights
with stars clandestine to dance and play
at times he guides me to those inner sights
my cloistered passion shrine, he'll gently splay

each virgin thought that lies within my soul
with patience born of love he will undress
he will not stop until the rhyme is whole
and till release is come, he will caress

My muse, he makes the sweetest love to me
and from his seed is birthed my poetry

Eileen

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Punnia Viswan Bhatia October 30, 2015 at 10:08 AM from his seed is birthed my poetry..a ~7~ only coz that's the limit...love this.. to favs..

Richard Lamoureux October 27, 2015 at 9:17 AM Dropping by with a hello and big hug!

Ralph Sergi October 26, 2015 at 12:00 PM Hi Eileen: The last stanza is climatic! (Poetically speaking, of course) Eileen Manassian October 26, 2015 at 1:32 PM :) Thanks, Ralph....I'm so glad that you enjoyed the ride.

Richard Lamoureux October 26, 2015 at 8:44 AM That's the first time I've been compared to Pierce. Beats the heck out of Gilligan *lol* occasionally I get Kevin Costner. Thanks for adding a smile to my morning. Eileen Manassian October 26, 2015 at 1:35 PM I was the once who compared you to Kevin...another favorite. Well, you looked like him in that pic on FB. Glad to bring a smile.

Laura Breidenthal October 26, 2015 at 5:54 AM That third stanza just sweeps me away, Eileen...so so beautiful is your muse and how he stirs in you such inspiration and glow... fantastic expression as always. I am really enjoying reading your poetry tonight! Always, Laura Eileen Manassian October 26, 2015 at 1:36 PM Hello, Laura. Glad you liked this piece. I really enjoyed writing it. Hope all is well. I love poetry....it is a passion. Lately....I haven't been around as much. Thanks for the visit.

Ken Carroll October 25, 2015 at 9:15 PM Well done with passion Eileen! it's been awhile, hope all is well.. Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:59 PM Yes....Good to have you visit. Thanks for the comment, dear. Hope to catch soon.

Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2015 at 7:43 PM I'm glad I have been a source of inspiration. If only I looked like him *lol*! Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:56 PM Blue eyes....and greying hair...I think you look pretty fine....aPierce Brosnon look alike, and he's my favorite actor. ;)

Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2015 at 9:55 AM Check out my finished poem "Blue Eyes" I think you will like it. Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:57 PM I did before you asked bit didn'twant a reply at the time....awesome...sultry. Loved it.

Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2015 at 8:39 AM You have some great comments Eileen. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. If you ar spending it with your muse I have no doubt you are smiling. Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:47 AM There are times when you have inspired me and been my muse, Richard...but obviously, not like this fantasy guy! ;) Hugs Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 8:55 AM Hi, Richard...I'm glad you liked this write. There is no ONE muse. Inspiration comes from different places and different people depending on time and circumstance. This was a fantasy write personifying my muse. :) I did enjoy writing this. Busy weekend. Work at home and work for classes. My muse is on holiday. ;)

Afolabi Muideen October 25, 2015 at 2:26 AM A very excellent tribute Eileen, you see I have two muse. The first one is a male and the second is a female, He geared me up when I entered SP and I was depressed and She, her angelic winds are always by my side, her efforts Seems inefortable to describe for me. A very well written poem............A.M. Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 8:59 AM I'm glad you have your muses, dear. :) This was a fantasy write. I get inspiration from different places. Definitely, at times the muse is a woman....I'd rather think of it as a man. As you can see from the picture I posted. This was a trip of sweet delirious fantasy. Thanks for the visit. I haven't seen you in a while. Tim Ryerson October 25, 2015 at 2:31 AM Crap, I see that Mr. Cornish stole my joke! Craig, that's ME in the picture...All you have to do is look at those biceps and there can be no doubt!! Also, I'm MUCH prettier than you...

Tim Ryerson October 25, 2015 at 2:24 AM FIRST item of business: Where in the heck did you find that picture of me? You are beginning to rival Andrea who I have dubbed 'The Sonnet Queen of the Soup' (Will you settle for Princess?) Favorite line among many: 'My thoughts are kissed by him and take to flight'....Yes indeed my friend - Tim Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:01 AM Why, if it isn't Mr Ryerson. Hello, dear. I really had to search hard to find the pic. Hope you don't mind. Yes, I know that you have named Andrea the Queen of Sonnets. I've written many sonnets and it's become my favorite form to write in. I don't mind being called the Princess as I've been named the Queen of the Romantic Pen by Richard. :) It's all good, dear. I'm glad you liked this piece. I've missed your visits. I know comments jump...Oh, and a little jealousy if fun! Hugs Tim Ryerson October 25, 2015 at 2:35 AM Now he has moved my reply up under Afolabi's comment! You're just jealous Craig...

Justin Bordner October 24, 2015 at 9:08 PM Your are his fertile body of love passion extreme, harvest his spirit, heal his soul, heat his heart beyond the chill of sorrow and loneliness, be his vessel of pure poetic pleasure Beloved Poetess. "Each virgin thought that lies within my soul with patience born of love he will undress..." and that ending is so love giving sweet woman. I feel this poem's pleasure upon my chest Eileen...J.A.B. A FAV!! Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:05 AM Hello, Eagle. I've often wanted to save your comments for they are so poetic and sweet. This is a prime example. I don't know how you make the words dance the way that you do, but the flow is beautiful and heartwarming. You have played the part of muse in all the poems that I wrote for your four contests in which I won first place. :) Also, our collaboration, Eye Power was a testament to your inspiration. This was poem was the personification of the muse and how his intimacy with the poetess leaves the fruit of poetry to the world. Thank you for your lovely visit. Hope the pleasure lasts.

Paul Callus October 24, 2015 at 6:26 PM Is there need to point out that sonnets are very close to your heart, Eileen! Excellent reference to your male muse...mine always comes in female form! Clever final couplet! Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:06 AM Yes, Paul. Oh Yes! Sonnets are the poems of my heart and soul. Yes, the Muse takes on different shapes and forms; however, since I wanted to take the sensual route, it has to be a male....a strong, virile, dominant male. I'm glad you liked it, dear. Hugs

Njeri Hunjeri October 24, 2015 at 4:32 PM Wow with that kind of a muse, anything can be created. Now i know your secret to your awesomeness.....your muse. Lol. A museful 7 Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:07 AM Yes....absolutely anything. If there is no passion...the words will be lifeless and still. Thank you, my dear, for your lovely visit to this piece of mine. hugs

Red Barchettadrive October 24, 2015 at 1:58 PM Verrrry cool, or should I say,"Hott?!!!!" 7+ So clever! Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:49 AM Hot Hot Hot....works for me. Stay tuned...my Muse has me working on a sizzler... ;)

Charlotte Puddifoot October 24, 2015 at 1:37 PM this sonnet appears very popular, eileen, and rightly so! where would we poetry-passionate women be without our male muses, eh? i particularly like those last two lines, they close the poem out well...thanks for your comment on my cinquain, made me smile, are you going to try one? can i tempt you with a haibun?? lol Eileen Manassian October 25, 2015 at 9:51 AM In the world of poetry...It's all good, dear. ;) I've written a haibun before...May I enter an older write? If not...may I write a sensual haibun! ;( Hugs, sweetie. So good to have you visit. You are such gifted poetess. You inspired me to try to write in a different way and my 2nd place win in your contest with Steeped in Virginal Dreams will always be a high point for me. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux October 24, 2015 at 9:21 AM Gorgeous piece. I'm sure if all muses looked like yours a lot more women would take up poetry. Give your Muse thanks, he has gifted us with your greatness! Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:26 AM I'll let him know you pass on your thanks, Richard. ;) He's about to take me on another adventure and it's going to be a scorcher. Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis October 24, 2015 at 5:31 AM Wonderful to see you back, inspired and radiant ready your light to share with us, dearest Eileen! Zeus and Mnemosyne, parents of the nine female Muses, certainly will be surprised to find out that they had also ..a son! Haha! Enjoyed your poem, a seven with love! Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:27 AM My dear....men have women muses, women have men muses and some women have women muses and some men have men muses and it's all good. :) Thank you for your visit, my dear poet. I'm better. Me agape panda. Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:27 AM Thanks for your visit to my muse poem, Nette. I surely enjoyed writing it. :) Hugs

Nette Onclaud October 24, 2015 at 2:07 AM love this piece. eileen--the gentle flow and more so, the sway of romantic word structure...wow.. huggs Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:29 AM Thanks for your visit to my muse poem, Nette. I surely enjoyed writing it. :) Hugs

Michael Tor October 24, 2015 at 1:56 AM Love the ending Eileen cleverly written sonnet. Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:30 AM Thanks for your visit to my Muse poem, Michael. I appreciate it very much. Hugs

Robert Lindley October 23, 2015 at 6:03 PM Very beautiful sonnet my friend. My muse is a cruel vixen(she-devil) that never undresses me! Part of the pain is her beauty rivals Aphrodite but her temper outranks Zeus. Great sonnet-- A7 Eileen Manassian October 24, 2015 at 10:31 AM Ha ha ha ha...what a cute post, Robert. If she doesn't undress you, then you aren't "free" to explore the thoughts well. Just teasing....thanks for the visit. Hugs

Jan Allison October 23, 2015 at 3:48 PM I'll swap Eileen .. my muse is female she can be very temperamental at times but I would be devastated if she ever left me:-) hugs jan xxx Jan Allison October 23, 2015 at 3:58 PM Told you I'd be back lol:-) hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian October 23, 2015 at 3:55 PM Hee hee...Glad you like him. He is FINE! ;) Jan Allison October 23, 2015 at 3:53 PM lol the image is yummy lol:-)May be FORCED to come back and read it again lol hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian October 23, 2015 at 3:51 PM HA HA!!! My male must be a muse.... ;) Thought I would spice it up a bit. I hope the picture isn't too racy. The other one was worse....Hugs

Mark Woods October 23, 2015 at 3:14 PM Bless your muse then. he has given the world a special gift, look after him. Eileen Manassian October 23, 2015 at 3:36 PM Awwww.....thank you, Mark. Very kind of you. :)