Long Euterpe Poems

The destruction of the cell in the dialectic of negativity
Shooting arrows of light towards the body of the self
Solar processes and nuclear fusion
Sustainable Amazonian Euterpe precatoria trees
Color in the Persuasion of Sensibility
Structure of the ceiling...

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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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Angela, sweep hence these leaden clouds.
Music, they say, can cheer the saddest heart.
Euterpe bids her frowning father smile,
so let her now reveal her powers to me.

And yet you play a doleful Orphic strain.
O let me...

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Hippocrene (hip'?-kren‘) is a fountain on Mount Helicon, Greece, sacred to the Muses and
regarded as a source of poetic inspiration. 
Mnemosyne (nemoz'ini) is a titan who is the personification of remembrance. She is the
mother of...

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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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By Mount Helicon we met
Cupid struck; and in love’s net 
We were caught, just you and me
Underneath the willow tree
Past the sunset through the night
Tasted moments of delight
Exchanged kisses, drank the wine
Precious nectar from the...

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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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These Four Muses Sing


These four
 Muses simply pour
Epic words poets eat
 great writes can't be beat

Calliope sent charm and wit
 those favored she made it fit
Euterpe gave imagination as a boon
 graced with wisdom from...

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"Last letters fall off a lonely page, punished the pen 
 sits silent, recovering from past strokes of sage."

Bluebirds sing along with Springs triumphant return
red and yellow tulip's splendor fall out in front of me
my...

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Shall we guilty claim
a rose, as her beauties rain?
when suppressing her prickles
floods of her blood
bedew her roots
absorbed in grace.

Shall we banish beaming scents
of a rose rising in light? 
when flourishing wonders
and streams of delight
flowing into...

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I'm perplexed! My breath chocks as Euterpe, Calliope,
Erato, Apollo, and modest Muses leading me
Through the refreshingly flooding streams of Antiope
To heavens, where I am, like an eagle, endlessly free

I can breathe here a frankincense-filled aromatic...

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a quatern

Shine on, Euterpe, cast your light.
We've not much time so please be brief.
      "A simple answer brings relief
      but careful thought will save you...

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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 write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.

I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.

I write when Nature reigns...

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Rays of light ravish the dark,
Breaths are held as if in fear,
Awaited moment treading near,
Eddy devouring the Noah’s Ark.

A figure in black, drunk with awe
Hair in ponytail, by Euterpe crowned
Oceans of hurray, thus the silence...

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Like a bird
I want to croon daylong
wing off the cage to where I belong.

Like a reed 
I want to sigh my wind
pipe my heart artfully to no end.

Like a song
I want to voice my inner...

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Sonnet VII – Invoking The Muses

I call the daughters of Mnemosyne:
Sweet Erato, your kithara solo -
Dearest Euterpe, your aulos blow -
So my words won’t die in ignominy.
Inspire me with words of wit and charms,
That playfully...

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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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