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The old Muses

A Musing


It is a long story to write of you,
An Epic will that do
On many tablets as in days of old
This is how your story is told


Of times past you tell
Of battles won, and times of hell
Rest a while let your scrolls foresee
A calming image, for you and me.


Now let me see a lyric you do sing to me
The beauty in the instrument you hold
A lyre from the Greeks of old
Play for me, let days dream by


Sing to me in melodious tones
Play rhythms in these modern head phones
“No!” You say this cannot be
On my Aulos playing, just listen to me


Of tragedy you are walled in
A mask you wear that has no grin
Talk to me of things I’ve done
Where there is hurt in everyone


A beauty of the Sacred Verse
Tales of love for the universe
Veiled from those that cannot see
Give me a glimpse of eternity


Oh wondrous words of dancing fun
A song made let lyrics run
Oh play, for me, on your Lyre
Let me dance away filled with fire


Let’s have some Comic fun
Words of mirth let poetry run
That mask you wear makes us smile
Please let me wear it for a while


With your eyes I search the stars
With telescopes that see afar
Poetry on a globe you know
A compass in your hand to show..

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Some poets say they sometimes lose there Muse well there are plenty to choose from. I wonder if there are some modern ones we can call on, I have a lonely Monk that sits at a desk with quill in hand, writing. He always has words for me to play with..
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