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In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow 
   You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky

This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart 
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat


Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up 
A passion that last longer than a moment

Each  zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star, 
"My Star Of Love" 
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem.

By; PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013


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She touched the water

My muse
touched the waters
of a spring fed river
She had a special gift to deliver
Releasing the inspiration 
from deep within her
She said “ Drink please witness 
about saint and sinner.
Surrender your mind 
become a true believer.
The line between real and fantasy,
you can make it thinner.”

So with my cupped hands
I began to deeply drink
Muted greys 
became a vibrant pink
Thoughts and ideas
were transformed into ink
It was all so fantastic
those things I could think
She said “Write them all down
or they’ll be gone in a blink.”
Not all thoughts were happy
some they made my heart sink.

The more I drank
the more I was elated
Oh how easily 
I concentrated
Ideas expressed
tales of wonder consecrated
Secretly I craved 
being congratulated
What was written felt solid
those things I created
Wise, wonderful words
emotionally weighted
Wanting more and more 
I couldn’t be sated

My magical muse
began to worry about me
Who I was
or might soon be
She said “I must share 
this burden to set you free”
So next to the river 
she planted flowers and trees
Other poets coming
abated my dis ease
She told them “Drink from the river,
as much as you please!
If you don’t I will cause it to freeze.”

Our Muse whispered loudly
“Poets take your words near and far.
Be true kind and vulnerable
let people know who you are.
Hide messages in bottles
Transport people to a distant star
Sing from the rooftops
Tell Limericks in a bar
Poetry is music
play tunes on a guitar
Shine bright like a fire fly
that has escaped from its jar!”

Together we have community
Being with the rare few
Who share our lunacy
The ones able to decipher
these things that we see
For us it’s a river
this place we love to be
Gardens free of enemies
Green grass, rivers and trees
We gather by the shore
like birds and bees
You are welcome to join us
stay for as long as you please!







 





Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018


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Desire LOVE Romance

All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken 
cringe when you hear words only a token

Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........

Breathe actions, not poetic verse


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Charm like harp strings - 128 words

Your mind's in knots, as stress plagues thoughts. On hope you cling, to bloom like Spring. Its fine my dear, nerves can cause fear. Don't be so scared, gifts must be shared. Your smile is cute, when you are mute. No need to hide. I'm by your side. Let the world hear, your tone so clear. Your will is strong, burst out your song. Sweet sounds you make our breaths they take. Look how eyes beam, your name they scream. Go to that length, love is your strength. Your voice brings peace, helps fears to cease. Like sad trapped birds, tongue holds back words. Free them from cage, take to the stage. When your heart sings, charms like harp strings. Look how they dance, as your tunes trance.
Silent One 31 January 2018 Another example for 128 words contest. Rhyme poem. Four words per line all one syllable each. 32 lines: 128 words.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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Starlit Diva

My mind has wings and wants to fly into galaxies where stars streak. Aloft on whispers and a sigh a hint of stardust on my cheek. Into galaxies where stars streak astral winds golden gives me flair, a hint of stardust on my cheek starlit d i v a with solar hair. Astral winds golden gives me flair through cosmic currents I do wing. Starlit d i v a with solar hair enjoying my celestial fling. Through cosmic currents I do wing aloft on whispers and a sigh. Enjoying my celestial fling, my mind has wings and wants to fly. ~ 4th Place ~ Contest: End July Premiere 2017 Sponsor: Brian Strand Susan Ashley July 23, 2017


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017


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ONE DEMO REMAINING

Wake up every morning, 
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing, 
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking, 
I let my big chance pass;
And with it all believing, 
That my song would always last.

Invited to 'The Boot' to hear a band, 
Saw a flicker of what I used to be;
A young man lost in his music, 
Yesterday that man was me.
I remember making melodies, 
The world was in my hands;
But it slipped through my fingers, 
I had to grow up and be a man.

Let my hopes just fly away,
All my dreams of entertaining;
Now I'd give any thing to know,
There's still one dream remaining.

Sitting at this restaurant patio, 
The guitar's magic in his hands;
His voice is smooth and effortless, 
Oh how I wish I was that man.
The joy of being lost in the music, 
Alive, young at heart, and free;
The tapping feet and smiling faces, 
To see how good your song can be.

Let inhibition just fly away,
He lives the dream of entertaining;
Looks out at the admiring crowd,
Says I got one demo remaining.

Play your songs for all their worth, 
Never let them go;
The world is your audience, 
Give them your best show.
Don't let your chance pass you by, 
You can't stop believing;
Life is in the music, 
And love is in the feeling.

Let inhibition just fly away,
I took the one demo remaining;
My soul moved by the music,
Tonight my dream reclaiming!

~Lyric Man

Note: When I was a young musician I had an old guy in the crowd who was really into our set. On a break, he told me that he was just like me years earlier. But he listened to voices telling him he had to grow up and let his dream go. This song is through his eyes.  Never let anyone take your dreams. They are real. And they are the secret to really living!!


Copyright © Lyric Man | Year Posted 2018


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Simple Musings From A Heterosexual Male with Unkempt Facial Hair



     Every discovery started with absolutely 
     no idea of where to start...
     
     There is not enough time in a lifetime
     to measure success...

     Just as there is pain in uncertainty,
     there is peace in faith...

     We thrive in our communal happiness,
     we parish in derisive pain...

     Death is much less reliable in peace.
     In war, we can put up a more 
     reasonable defense...

     We can waste a lifetime seeking happiness
     from someone else's approval...

     Our happiness should always be seen
     in the kindness of our eyes...

     With desires held in check,
     less becomes more...

     When a smile becomes a laugh,
     you've found happiness...

     Love is helping someone discover that they
     are better than what they thought they were...

     Unfathomable contentment is a poet
     finishing the last line of a poem...
    
     
     
     


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017


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The Muse Said Write

The Muse said, "Write!" and so I raised my pen,
Not knowing quite just what to do, but then
I found myself within a forest, tall,
Where all the leaves were words, both great and small.
I looked around in wonder, and in awe,
At all the dream-like magic that I saw.

A violent wind came down and shook each tree,
Till every leaf-word fell in front of me.
I gathered all I could, but quickly found
They all began to crumble on the ground!
"Too late!" the Muse cried out, "Your time has gone!"
The words had turned to dust now - every one!

I heard the Muse say, "You shall write no more!"
As icy gusts of wind cut to the core.
I fought back tears, believing what she'd said,
Then suddenly awoke, in my own bed!
A dream - a nightmare! But now sweet relief!
I sighed; I laughed; and banished was my grief!






Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2018


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An Ardent Lover

An ardent lover of words
Of his own is that world.
A crave stretching his soul
Dipping into a plethora of verse
Rising with a fulfilled thirst.
Unpredictable are his journeys
Unfathomable is the depth of his thoughts.
Unchained is his soul
Traveling along with the tune of his heart
The beauty of his mind.
An avid worshipper
Immersing his soul in a mine of gems
Rejoicing the blessings of a compassionate essence.
A heart of a poet
With a meticulous flair for fine art. 
Knowledgeable reads 
Dropping in relish
Into a haven of voracious insight
Rippling through a ravening mind.
A fervent passion for admiring
What a poet's pen of worth portrays.
A tremendous sense of reverence
Impressed on his fine heart
Upholding noble a value
To poet's endeavouring words
Pay tribute.
An ardent lover
A treasure of words
A heart of a poet
The reward!

May 31st, 2018


Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018


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Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying  gigolos 
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub

I am drunk-- in his eye, 
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness 
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness 

Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne 
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade 
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name 

Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood 
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note 
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not  jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo 
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say

"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"

by: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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DRUNKEN MOON

~twice the beauty~


in the sea of love 
reflection of the night 
a wave moves


~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


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Behind These Red Brick Walls

I remember living quietly inside these red brick walls,
a soul, wandering alone through those dark, empty halls,
this is the place where I used to rest my weary head,
now you, another poetic heart, are dreaming here instead.

I was just a poet, a soul like you, so do not be afraid,
this is where I once lived, and this is where I stayed,
I want to whisper my secrets to you, late after midnight,
just hear my faded words, and I will remain out of sight.

There was a lonesome time when I wrote poetry, too,
now I am here, to be your muse and inspire you,
100 years ago, I lived on the other side, only now,
I dwell just behind these red brick walls, somehow.





(A sequel to my poem, "These Red Brick Walls")




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Warm December

My warm December, unexpectedly,
you graced my world and brought such joy to me.

My warm December, You are something sweet
embracing me. Oh, please do not be fleet!

My warm December, how I wish to keep
you like a lovely dream when I’m asleep.

And how I wish to have you ever near,
my warm December dream so ever dear.

December of my dreams, my youth has passed.
You’re all that’s left, but how long can you last?

Oh, warm December, wrap me like a  coat,
inside your ermine dream to ever float.

(This December was very warm and inspired me to write this;
also this is dedicated to my muse!)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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As I hid

As I hid behind the darkness of Spring's cool night there she stood dreaming


Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010


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Inspired Muses

Inspired muses reach out from the page
To touch the hearts and minds of those who read
Their presence in descriptive rhymes, a sage
In words of ink your thoughts become a seed

I wonder if it's ever crossed your mind
Someone in years to come might feel your muse
Will it be inspiration they will find
Or will your words just leave them more confused?

And yet we bleed our muse to feel the high
Then cover up the blood in metaphors
We make them laugh, so no one sees us cry
Those fears we hide in words forevermore

But muses rarely ever get the blame
Cause down below, they wisely sign your name.


    by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


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Muse On The Loose


Where did she go...she left me in a spin,
     with words fragmented...where do I begin?
She took my thoughts held tight within her arms,
     and now I fear I'm left without her charms.

My missing thoughts and words in pieces lay;
     without a plan, they'll stay in disarray.
Where did she go, that artist of my soul;
     without her lead, no thoughts, no words, no goal.

My muse is on the loose, oh help me, please.
     She's gone for good...or is this just a tease?
My muse is on the loose, what happens now...
     I'm crushed, forsaken...this I can't allow.

I looked into the den where books are kept;
     way high up on the shelves, and then I crept
down cellar stairs among the antiques there,
     then up again, climbed second story stair.

I looked in every corner, neath the bed;
     no sign of her, but then I soon was led
up to the attic with great window view...
     entranced, she sat, and that is when I knew.

My muse was on the loose to find new scenes,
     and now beside her, inspiration streams.
The vision of the mountains, valleys, sky... 
     so beautiful it made me gasp and sigh.

Together we sat weaving thoughts and words,
     while hearing the sweet lullaby of birds.
I learned a poet's muse must be set free
     sometimes to find new views successfully.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 09/12/2016

Iambic Pentameter in Couplets





Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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Refrain on the 6th

Ethereal poetic musings create celestial visions,
like a gymnastic athlete with lively colored ribbons,
renewing life as circles of light swirl into exotic symbols.
Lights flicker as cameras flash to perpetuate the scene,
holding spectators captive with imagery astounding.
Celestial visions overwhelm sensations ne’er forgotten.


5 June 2016
Free verse

Inspiration: Visual #1


For the contest, The Best Of 6
sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Placed 6

Voted POTD 7 June 2016


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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Endymion,Lover Of The Moon

On summer hills I watched you I know you watched me too Every night you waited for me Every night I came to you From shallow oceans I have risen On silver chariots traveled high Crossed everlasting spaces which filled your empty sky Soothing manna showered your lips from the radiance of my light Crazy love I poured in your heart on each lone and serene night Humble shepherd boy Endymion You haven't chosen death,nor life In eternal sleep you've slumbered and made of me your wife You must have been a poet with a will to live our dream with a want to preserve passion for the last abiding crescent of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion and by beautiful poetry.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


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Spill Ink

Spill Ink—the poets’ timeless warp and woof;
Signifies our mantra beyond reproof;
Late at night as poets struggle to write;
Our Muse enchants poets to such delight;
Poets seek tone and tenor for a splash,
And images and nuance for a dash.
"Spill Ink!” Poets cry seeking perfection!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(October 18, 2014) (Rhyme Septet)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014


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Muse Blues

I got the Muse Blues
Where did my muse go
I got the muse blues
Tell me where did my muse go
Maybe down 'n Louisiana
Hangin' out with my friend Flo

I got the Muse Blues
My heart in a rage
I got the muse blues
My heart in a rage
Sayin' if muse try to act like Flo
Well He's gonna be upstaged

I got the muse blues
He's back but kinda sick
I got the muse blues
He's back but kinda sick
He tried to dance with Flo
And got his old butt kicked

I got some muse queues
If muse ever leaves again
I got some muse queues
If muse ever leaves again
Steer clear of Louisiana
And my pinnacle poetess friend




Protected by a pet Cheetah




Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2014


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ERATO MUSE OF POETRY



1.
Uninvited you come, oh Erato*, muse of poetry, the 
Majority of times,
Knocking at my soul’s door at any given moment
Insisting to let you in, your message to deliver
Disregarding at what state my soul is and if she could 
With your request comply

2.
Oh, muse of poetry, when with my soul’s inspiration
You are flirting all the time 
Whispering in her ears words of wisdom, coming 
From your divine essence 
My soul, mesmerized, tries the words of wisdom, 
Lingering in her depths, again to remember**

3.
A difficult task it is indeed, I admit,
For the language of heavens that my soul, once 
Knew very well, now she has forgotten**
Because of her association with her mortal body 
For that reason, oh divine muse,
Be patient with her and give her just 
A little more time

4.
The time that my soul needs, divine muse, to learn
Or rather to remember
How to talk and to express herself in writing the
Way you would like: 
In accordance with universe’s harmony and
Its eternal laws 

5.
When this blessed hour comes, my soul able 
Would be, poems to compose 
But 
Her writings, her creations and her poetic epics,  
The work of you would be, oh muse,
No credit would, my soul, claim 

For

She knows very well that only an instrument she is,
Oh muse, into your godly embrace, 
Just to be used according to your desire
Because only you, oh muse of poetry, know 
How  
The universe’s poetic language should be used 
And how, in verse, it has to be 
Delivered! 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  30 SEPTEMBER 2014   

* Erato, one of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne  (memory ).
She is the Muse of lyric poetry, love poetry and marriage songs.

** Socrates, Greek philosopher 469-399, believed that the soul knows the truth but because of her association with the body, after her incarnation, she forgets therefore what we call learning is in reality a process of remembering as it is indicated also by the name of Erato’s mother, Mnemosyne, (memory).
 
A poet should always follow Erato’s instructions that comes in the form of inspiration, in order to reach the desired result. This is because erato’s knowledge is unadulterated for it is divine!  

 


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014


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Ballerina


Her fit and fluttering form behaves,

As sunlight frolicking atop the waves ...

No heavenly music is yet as sweet,

As the song she dances ... with her feet.




* FIRST PLACE in the "Four Or Five Line Poem" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *

* THIRD PLACE in the "Seven Line Maximum" Poetry Contest, Rick Parise, Sponsor. *

* FOURTH PLACE in the "Spring Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *


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