Long Clio Poems

Inside my mailbox late last month; nine packs of seeds - a mystery!
I hadn't ordered anything, but curious was I to see
what might become of planting them. So grabbing trowel, hoe, and rake,
I set about...

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The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her hand
Calliope was Homer's muse
Inspiration for the Iliad
Divine influence of the...

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I got like a million reasons to keep it going. Because I’m determined dad.
I’m always be inside of my bag.
Trying to give my son what I never had.
And I admit that I fell off to...

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Of all the gods and goddesses
Found in Greek mythology,
My favorites are the nine Muses*,
Each means something special to me:
Calliope is epically bombastic;
Urania has stars in her eyes;
Erato's love poems are fantastic;
And Melpomene says of tragedy,
"It's...

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Calliope has turned her back on fate,
She will be a muse no more,
She has halted all her metrical speech,
She no longer frolicks,
At the fountain of Hippocrene,
She no longer answers Apollo,
The Mousagetes,in Delphi,
Corycides,the cave on Mount...

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I AM SITTING IN A RUN DOWN CLIO ROAD LAUDUARY MAT WERE THE FLOORS IS NOT SWEEP OR MOP AND THE ROOF IS FALLING APART. 
WERE AFICAGN AMERICAN FEMALE IS WORKING
I HAD TO MAKE A...

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Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately,...

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To one who places pen to paper,
one may work the whims of Terpsichore

Those who write a witty Chastushka,
may be hearing the voice of Polyhymnia

Those who give thought to a Fibonacci,
could possibly have heard of Melpomene

Those...

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(Summon the Muse)

Calliope drops sensuous
sounds from her fingertips.
My outstretched arms catch
and hold them to my bosom,
wherein they suffer death.

Clio presents her backside.
My impassioned pleas fall
on deaf ears. All the old
stories stay locked inside
aged trunks in...

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I see you smiling:
At the clean, open window,
Spring, sunny Paris,
Sitting with Linda,
Eating the apple,
Drinking fresh water,
Very big Apple,
Her smiling daughter,
Love you, my darling,
Missing and thinking -
What is the pleasure
To have something linking, -
Linking with children,
Coming...

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Calliope, gives us epic poetry, but not to me
Erato, erotica I’d rather have a cup of tea,
Clio, gives us all that is past and gone
Euterpe, gave mythology the giver of legends, every one
Melpomene, the muse...

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