Best Lyres Poems

Angels and lyres have me spellbound,
Is this the garden of Eden that I've found?
I find myself floating in a musical stream,
Filled with nine angels weaving this dream.

Their music filling me with such delight,
This spectrum of colours as I take flight,
Archangel above on white feathered wing,
Playing...

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Lies flute
Shadows discord 
Bellows forth to night's arms
Tears salty anger languishes
Deceit...

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The day I heard my guardian cherub play,
my heart raced with sincere anticipation-
For each note was a heavenly display,
as her lyre was born from an angel’s creation. 

An ivory overlay with a swan head engraved,
her lyre has seven strings all different in length-
For the sound...

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My muse is an angel dressed in white.
Above my shoulder it now lingers,
Uncertain in the sudden daylight,
Holding a lyre in their five fingers.

The instrument is of classic mete,
With fine wooden frame painted golden,
And seven strings, all sounding so sweet,
Their tune evoking times of olden.

Is the...

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Likely story,
"Lyres" lie,
Looking angelic,
Laughable really.
Lively defense,
Lovely lawyer.

Loads of evidence,
Loose lips,
Lots of blood,
Lost cause.
Let the "lyre" go?
Lovely angels say, "No"!


Copyright:  April 17, 2017
(for the Angels and Lyres contest)...

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An angel walks the earth
Where mortal sinners
Gave a nation birth
An angel of elaborate plume
Once called Bird of Paradise
Still unsurpassed in tune
Its plectrum plucks the lyre
With an unmatched grace
And such a boundless repertoire 
As to flush Apollo's face

It unfurls into song anything it's heard
Meet the maestro...

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Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine,
That on its snowy summit gay recline
With other gods, are haply the cynosure
Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer,
O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocrene,
The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne, 
And Father Jove who loves these nymphets most,
And of that gelid crest...

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What's happening to our world?
Satan is gaining power,
Recruiting more daily,
Getting stronger with each hour.

The faithful ones are praying,
Spreading peace and love,
I'm afraid we're getting weaker,
We need help from up above.

So Lord please send your angels,
Your hosts that play the lyre,
We need their heavenly healing,
Chase evil...

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Tears flow down my face to the sounds of angel’s lyre
As angels strum the strings to lulling lullaby 
As it pleases the Lord in the celestial sky 
With warm grace satisfy my soul  “Love” so inspire

Would I survive, or would I die upon the...

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Eyes closed
My heart ecstatic
My soul exalted
I let the angelic tremors hit me!

A smile shapes itself on my lips
How comforting
Lying on the cool and refreshing grass
With only the night air
Between me and the stars
I let myself rejoice
At the melodies played by angels!

The melodies played up there...

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ANGELS & LYRES


The sweet soft vibrations, heightens one’s desire
To find the location of the soft playing lyre

With Melodies of heaven, traveling throughout the sky
Precious angels listening, while perched up high 

This beautiful sound, beginning with a tortoise shell
Echoing below, being heard even in hell

Greeks little...

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Halo of hallowed air
rising from six strings

walk over my bridge
minstrel minaret
magnified maple

ovate oak
viral wings
open in harpischords
playing archangelic 

a myriad

of elphins
dancing...

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Gleaming, shining silver wire
Admiring skills of a crafted lyre
Music heard in all it's glory
Lured to listen to an angel story

Alas they yearn to hear the sound
Angel whispers intelligence bound
Verlaine v Grigori, Evangeline in a stir
Past softly strummed, an everlasting whir

Dark tones of fallen angels
Orphic mysteries...

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The dew drops on the grass,
The whirling water of calm lake,
The unfolding bud of the rose,
The butterfly in the cocoon,
The newly rising sun ,
Delighted and heard  the first cry
Of the newly born child.
Fallen angels on earth
Tempted and smelled the scent 
Of newly-cut umbilical cord,
They're...

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Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel
On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka
And...

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