Poetry ~ Muse of Eloquence

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Calliope, Mother of Muses
release this wretched poet!
Cast out your line, measure the meters,
lend an ear to the melodic melodies;
teach this poet to sing!

Oh, Sweet Muse of Eloquence,
unshackle this poet from antiquated forms
that their works are not rendered relics;
rather, tarnished with a patina of vulnerability.

Summon Boreas, God of the North Wind
that their runes may soar upon ancient wings
and land in the hearts of men
with the dew of authenticity.

Poetry ~ Let the Poets Sing

oh, sing to us dear poets,
                            melody and verse
there is madness in the streets,
                            'tis humanity's curse
hold your notes on high,
                             let the music consume
so powerful your lyrics,
                             let order resume 
send your songs on the wind,
                             'tis humanity's score
may the choir sing your hymns 
                             pray harmony is restored 

Poetry ~ The Poet and The Poem

This poem was inspired by the popular writer's idiom, "Murder your darlings" which refers to editing out words, lines, or entire scenes from your poem or manuscript.
i am her darling,
the poem that's died
a thousand deaths
sliced in a whim
as i gasp my last breath
my poet is a murderess,
a ruthless seductress,
killing me, her darling
word by word
piercing melodic prose,
never to be heard
she employs modern warfare:
the dreaded reverse key
and on her worst nights,
she commands: delete all!
it's a massacre!
the blood of my words
wiped away
as she lives to write
and murder another day!
Edited from original post under my pen name Elizabeth Anne Ives.