Best Calliope Poems

"Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair"
—Dante, "Purgatorio", Canto I, lines...

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My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
     and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath 
     who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O...

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A full moon is shining, tethered and swinging
I'm holding a ticket. Bells seem to be ringing
Somehow the landscape, whitewashed in winter
is distorting the thicket all buried by glitter

Crickets are chanting, as if it were summer 
tho' snowflakes are dancing, and fall to the ground
Softly, they're...

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The form is not in the list. This form is  Ae Freislighe 


Calliope tutelage
“There be tales from times not told,
brought back through your lineage,
dreams dredged from dark days of old”

Animate lost Anima
place a new thinking cap on
hang up hero’s panama
parlay phrases till past dawn

Here...

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Was once inspired, but now too tired
To search for more expressive ways
To convey my Heart's inert Desires-
The place where my Ideas played

I beg of thee, sweet Calliope,
To fill my Mind with budding Prose
But I am touched by Melpomene-
In freezing Fires, thus reposed

My outlook dreary, I...

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I love the wrinkles upon her face
Each one completes a story
Of a time when we were younger
Living life in all her glory

I love the gray hair on her head
Each caused by a new worry
That we conquered as a team
For which we need not be sorry

I...

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Under her magic, honeyed words poured forth
filling his fervent verse with rhyme and wit
for suitors to woo and doxies commit
to carnal indulgence and thus henceforth
as topmost poetaster of the north
his purse was filled with gold and silver bit.
But at autumn's end, away he would split
to...

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Will you help me find the words
Oh Calliope
I need a muse, something to inspire
 Oh Calliope
 Find the words to enchant
 Oh Calliope
 
 Everything I give
 Everything I write
 Everything I want
Everything I need
Everything I try
You will inspire
So come to me
Enchanting me
 Oh Calliope
...

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Concentric ripples form as I skip rocks in the twilight
As I ponder plain spoken words that became recondite

I detect notes of Frangipani as a sultry sylph speaks
I break bread in ancestral lands in awe at the mystique

Soon, a great avian menagerie gathers all around
Mockingbirds mimic...

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my hand
on a keyboard
span an octive and

a one
note over
but this poem

is
not
written

by or
for the
Muse Euterpe

in fact
one would
think mine are

inspired
by Erato but
MI Musa's name

is the
Greek honey
bee so named

Melissa
never
to be

for
got
ten...

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Calliope the muse 
goddess of all that rhymes,
lead me on a pathway 
to the garden where sweet 
words grow in your bright ray

Calliope the muse,
sister of all music, 
song and dance, enchant me,
pick up your lyre and play
in the mystical key.

Calliope the muse
of the beautiful...

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Can't explain
an emotional surge
lingered in thoughts
listless soul speaks
in metered gasps
of breathless sighs
pulse of words fall
eminent on page

September 1, 2019


just scribbling inspired by Vijay's comment on one of my recent poems


With a name literally meaning "beautiful-voiced" (from kallos, meaning "beauty," and ops, meaning "voice"), Calliope was...

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