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#106 A Muse
She'd was both cute and dangerous, and gosh darn did she know it
She'd inspired lovers and labourers, adventures and poets
Not a soul in this world or the next could resist her charms
Let me explain to stop you being vexed and maybe save you from harm
The most transient and beautiful thing, well after life herself see
She'd overthrown more kings than the oracles at Delphi
Her true name is unknown, she's a Goddess in most culture
She helps Fate be sewn, is more persistent than the vulture
She is bedfellows with Destiny, touching the vestibule of hearts of many a lover
Employed tirelessly to make it irresistible to you when you meet your other
That love is not always requited, yet no known person had found a way to refuse
My determination alighted, I made a pilgrimage to the being known as Muse
As a poet in training, I felt it just a part of my learning
My heart should be paining so my skill could be earning
Following the footsteps of Shakespeare, Byron and Keats
Though it was patently clear this path had witnessed many fantastic feets
I drew closer to her throne, thanking of the travesties she'd help cause
Her will was her's alone, and her history gave me pause
She'd caused hearts to break and strive, thrown men from many a cliff
Though through some she became alive, yet others she made lay stiff
My feet took me to hers, and I stared at her in awe
That I could infer one so great could ever be a flaw!
That I could ever have doubted her heart, it put me to shame
The only being worthy of the great Art done in her name
This Being too influential to deny, so beauteous to behold
She would be my path to the sky, as my sense took hold
I remember her danger. I come to sense as I linger
Deciding to stay a stranger, I showed the great Muse the finger
I walked alone long and friendless down the path I once came
Though it seemed sometimes endless, not once I felt shame
While I may have no Muse to aid my poems and writing
I hope to still amuse and, just maybe, sometimes be enlightening
***
http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-muse.html
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By Harry MasonShe'd was both cute and dangerous, and gosh darn did she know it
She'd inspired lovers and labourers, adventures and poets
Not a soul in this world or the next could resist her charms
Let me explain to stop you being vexed and maybe save you from harm
The most transient and beautiful thing, well after life herself see
She'd overthrown more kings than the oracles at Delphi
Her true name is unknown, she's a Goddess in most culture
She helps Fate be sewn, is more persistent than the vulture
She is bedfellows with Destiny, touching the vestibule of hearts of many a lover
Employed tirelessly to make it irresistible to you when you meet your other
That love is not always requited, yet no known person had found a way to refuse
My determination alighted, I made a pilgrimage to the being known as Muse
As a poet in training, I felt it just a part of my learning
My heart should be paining so my skill could be earning
Following the footsteps of Shakespeare, Byron and Keats
Though it was patently clear this path had witnessed many fantastic feets
I drew closer to her throne, thanking of the travesties she'd help cause
Her will was her's alone, and her history gave me pause
She'd caused hearts to break and strive, thrown men from many a cliff
Though through some she became alive, yet others she made lay stiff
My feet took me to hers, and I stared at her in awe
That I could infer one so great could ever be a flaw!
That I could ever have doubted her heart, it put me to shame
The only being worthy of the great Art done in her name
This Being too influential to deny, so beauteous to behold
She would be my path to the sky, as my sense took hold
I remember her danger. I come to sense as I linger
Deciding to stay a stranger, I showed the great Muse the finger
I walked alone long and friendless down the path I once came
Though it seemed sometimes endless, not once I felt shame
While I may have no Muse to aid my poems and writing
I hope to still amuse and, just maybe, sometimes be enlightening
***
http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-muse.html