Short Calliope Poems

Very clean, very bright, very pretty website!
(calliope music is playing in the background)...

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steam calliope 
sound of sternwheeler comin’
summer lovin’ blues

Written August 2, 2022...

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cold’s fire rages
against dawn’s smoldering clouds
calliope colors sing
a treetop chorus
sad songs of jubilation
fulfilling soft budded dreams...

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Red pirate ship
Quick parachute trip
And of course cotton candy

The calliope played
Down the main promenade
And forever he’s twelve
Our Andy...

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Carousels
at amusement parks
are fun
and enjoyable
horses
and possibly other animals
go up and down
but some are still
as the calliope music plays
and the merry-go-round
turns round and round
brings back childhood memories too...

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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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Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards

The ageless mountaintops....

Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid 

Probities as brass; calliope signets

Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted 

Afore....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?






Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~...

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Gloaming is wont to quell
the ginger smoke,
expunge the crimson flames
that surround the mill.
Lilac shadows encroach 
to cloak the hull's mossy patina.
Autumn's wild rooster,
struts its brash plumage
among fallen shingles and rotted planks
until a black hawk soars,
eclipsing feral zinnias' embers
just as calliope chimes
of a fallen carousel
disappear in taloned pine air.

5/22/18...

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barkers hawk
shifting paradigms
change is good
and I've got a pocket full
drop a token
in the slot
and get
all the advice
any clown
made of nuts and bolts
can offer
a calliope jangles
the unsaid
a cacophony of slights
left with a sickly slick
(candy apple on a stick)
swirl and whirl
gone crazy
just another ride
just another chance
at the desperation 
and acceptance 
of the soul carnival...

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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 tutelage....

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Her songs come and make love to me 
each note stroked so enticingly 
they twist and they twirl 
engulfing her pearl 
I reside deep in Calliope 

Entwined we are starved by the night 
two souls that are holding on tight 
'low passionate skies 
entranced by her eyes 
I make her my lunar delight 

Tongue tips and teeth that desire 
true love that's burning on fire 
stare down our sure death 
both gasping for breath 
this heat can't get much higher...

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Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show....

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On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.

Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.

Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror....

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Today I stopped along a roadside path,
Drawn to swaths of gold and blue.
A calliope of yellow mustard, with hues
Of purple vinca, and wild sweetpeas too.

Harsh winter rains lay this hillside bare
But nature’s will the landscape overcame.
No artist’s brush could best this scene
This painting with a grass-green frame.

My burdened heart beat with hope anew,
I felt the dark and troubled day recede.
Perspective gripped my tired soul,
And gave peace to a heart in need....

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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
     that's too profound, too deep to tell:
I pray to Zeus I'll never know
     this Melancholia of hell!
My muse sighs and takes leave of me,—
I yell, "Why go, O Calliope!?...

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