Long Thalia Poems

(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into...

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Interpreting mine Poetry

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting, canvassing
entreating... obscure words dumbfounding
readers (himself included), he eludes
(shading tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his woods
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,

how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more...

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The house was full
Of Gods and deities
The curtain call was soon
The water vasos were poured
And became the finest of wines
The bread multiplied
The baker you see
Was a part time magician
The fishermen all relaxed
As I saw fish...

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Interpreting Poetry (mine)

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting
obscure words dumbfounding
readers, he eludes
(no shade tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his words

garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,
how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow...

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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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MY THREE GRACES
Agalia
arizona goddess blossom of society's elite 
living your mother's dreams and wishes.
scottsdale pretty boys .

Thalia
vail heiress your wealth cultivated 
from beans and canned corn 
condominium queen

Euphorsyne
santa barbara debutante 
daddy's money choking your freedom...

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MY THREE GRACES
Agalia
arizona goddess blossom of society's elite 
living your mother's dreams and wishes.
scottsdale pretty boys .

Thalia
vail heiress your wealth cultivated 
from beans and canned corn 
condominium queen

Euphorsyne
santa barbara debutante 
daddy's money choking your freedom...

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Maestro – 4-23-24
Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple.  Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic.   Head of the Music School University of Washington.  Conductor of the University of Washington Symphony Orchestra....

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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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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 have heard some strange things about you of late Michael                        ...

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They call you Thalia, muse, your realm is comedy,
Though I have to admit that much of your humor
Is mostly Greek to me.
But we've been friends for years, since 1963,
And I hope, although, I'm no longer...

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I'm back without a fanfare without a flash 

                and you know in your heart by your hearths  

...

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Her name is simply Thalia!
Does that sound unfamiliar?
A science foundation in an old city
Volunteering to tackle The Gritty, 
Here in Nigeria accomplish
What her compatriots wish;
Like fingers not failed by triggers
The firm shovels of firm diggers,
Already...

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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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"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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(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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Empty; my store of inspiration.
Void; my stock of phases.
No laughing muse comes to dance;
Chambers of mind and soul echo silence.

Emotions, suspended, dangle from a noose,
Slowly turning, lifelessly.
Flames of intensity, like candles, exhausted...
Pool like poured parrafin,...

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She lets me put violets in her hair,
good-humouredly, calls me Ophelia
in such a way that I spout, But Shakespeare
pushed war, not love. Resplendent, Thalia

strolls the peaceful paths of Victoria Park,
taken with the interplay of people,
the...

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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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chirping exhaust trails
of a streaming philharmonic

blue-winged panegyrics float in
on a breeze of murmurs

dazzling brainwaves prevail
upheavals of a dawning melody

sequels of an aurora psalm

silken song of a chickadee

twilight fascination
in strands of a woven sapphire

orchestral melodic line

a...

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Oh, Thalia-muse of comedy…
If only you could make me smile
A joke might not come so easily
But humor’s seen in most every style.

Could I tempt you with some old slapstick?
Perhaps slip on a banana peel?
A sign...

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