"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 inquisitive mind inhales nature's fresh awakening
as my pen stares off aimlessly to another place in time
Write for me they plead, but my muse has gone to sleep
hardened by yesterday's trials, I remain empty and weak
these eyes reach out towards where the butterfly flutter
but my heart floats away up into the recesses of the sky
Calliope, Thalia, Polyhymnia, why do you sleep so far
Euterpe, sing your siren song in my desperate deaf ear
fingers frozen in time above ink wells slowly drying
in starry skies eluding songs sing us a seductive melody
Thanks Darren...hope this sparks your poetic fire
Categories:
polyhymnia, feelings, freedom, muse,
Form: Free verse
Polyhymnia, muse of sacred poetry
This poem I give so that you may see…
The GOD that made the heavens above
Also filled the world with faith and love.
For HIS hand touched every human face
And each creature nestled in its place
The moon that shines thru dark of night
The sun that rises with brilliant light.
Our hands folded in hope and prayer
We seek forgiveness, our sins we bare.
HE stands by us in our pain and strife
As HE waits for us in the afterlife.
Categories:
polyhymnia, creation, faith, prayer,
Form: Quatrain
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 brighten moon
Erato sprinkled poet dust on her few
beautiful rhyme is all they now ever do
Polyhymnia awarded shining poetic worded love
made it fit so very well, just like a boxer's glove
Four Muses gracing dear poet's Hearts and Souls
raising man's poetic art by setting ever loftier goals
When poetic words rapidly flow into your sore aching head
think not of yourself but rather of these four great Muses instead
Robert J. Lindley, 07-27-2014
note:
Of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne who inspired
artists and musicians.
Four of the daughters: Calliope, Euterpe, Erato
and Polyhymnia were specifically responsible for
inspiring poets!!
Categories:
polyhymnia, art, blessing, creation, dance,
Form: Rhyme
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 gave us tragedy and many tears
Terpsichore, gave us dance, down through the long years
Thalia, is my favourite she gave a good laugh
Urania, astronomy I love watching stars from my bath
Polyhymnia, muse number nine gave us song-not rhyme.
Contest Entry for Tracie's Nine poem, nine lines, nine words in each line
~GG~ 11/01/2013
Categories:
polyhymnia, history, muse,
Form: Rhyme
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 who claim fame to stanzas Ottava Rima,
pen with the hand of the Goddess Urania
Those who sing Limericks so funny you know,
are guided by laughter, the breeze of Erato
One of my favorites, the five line Lanterne,
inspiration may be given, from dear old Enterpe
If one were to write a poem of music you see,
could be hearing the tune from Calliope
Three lines of ten,seven and six, Kimo
could be writing the lines from the heavenly Clio
The last style I'll speak is that of Choka,
I get my vibes form Celestial Thalia
Here are a few of the forms, a poet uses,
with the inspiration from the Nine Mythical Muses
Categories:
polyhymnia, imagination, mystery, on writing
Form: Rhyme