Three Muses
(Dedication: For Ann)
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Man makes gods here to quench desire;
Urge and surge flood the pathway sight;
Sense hint and cheer in burning pyre;
Embrace warm blood in glimpse of light;
See phantoms near that play with fire.
Meet your true soul in vibrant feel;
Endow your passage with lines and rhymes;
Leap as one whole the charms that thrill;
Etch your message in space and time;
Touch warm and cold in hot and chill;
Exult this age with sanguine chimes.
Preach in good acts the way you live;
Reach with fond zest the love that grows;
Ask for wise tact to bless and give;
Choice sculpts your best as wonder shows;
Truth is the way that nature funds;
Ignite passion with faithful play;
Charm frees sure say with wit and pun;
Express action as insight stays.
Meet your self here with ample cheer;
Note that free will lives like a hint;
Expose faith dear with heart sincere;
Move with goodwill with fragrant tints;
Evolve swift steer as fun appears.
Mould your aspect as dreams fulfill;
Erase the pain of mistakes made;
Mix spirit's tact with precious till;
Observe wise gain in inner trade;
Rise to soul pact as heaven thrills;
Yield to refrains that never fade.
Ample love lives in soul that sings;
Outline the scope of living dreams;
Indulge and give joy that you fling;
Discern that hope can fund all schemes;
Empty of ifs, let action sling.
Sing sacred hymns that spur your heart;
Opt to be clear with mind that feels;
Now sense the lymph flirt with sure art;
Glimpse love draw near to touch and heal.
Meet all you meet with lovely cheer;
Yield to the heart the way of soul;
Trust truth to greet beauty right here;
Host a fine start that spreads the whole.
Time follows time in space you pace;
Allow your code to make a mark;
Love spins each rhyme in place you trace;
Etch your abode as soul fire sparks;
See beyond chimes love's wondrous face.
Wise is the man who understands;
Observe the flaws of malice sown;
Reap from sure plan what spirit can;
Doubt man-made laws corrupt and known;
Sense a sure scan that light attends.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2014
Singapore
(Notes: The Roman scholar Varro relates
that there are only three Muses:
one who is born from the movement of water,
another who makes sound by striking the air,
and a third who is embodied only in the human voice.
The three Muses are:
1. Melete (Practice),
2. Mneme (Memory), and
3. Aoide (Song).
The Muses play in this Acrostic poem.)
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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