Calliope Poems - Poems about Calliope

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 voice, the mother of sirens; lover of gods and kings, your home is...

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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 love the age spots on her flesh Each worn like a...

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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 rest in warm climes until May the fourth. Then an El...

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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 the most prominent of the Muses-the nine sister goddesses who...

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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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"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 7 to 12 "The Ecstatic Calliope" Blue Mountains call Hawk in a...

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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 the mage's mellifluous sounds The luscious beauty's words go from pellucid...

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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 humming a song I remember A scene so familiar, but reason...

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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 Calliope!?" I yell; her leaving brings about such woe and inexpressible sorrow ...

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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 have a theory- That I shall stay forever weary And I see...

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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 You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I...

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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 sit I, laptop clicking chickens chiding privilege wrapped in writing, clock ticking Calliope...

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