Calliope – Muse of epic poetry
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INTRO
In ancient Greece, The MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Continue reading Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 2
Edward John Poynter – Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870.
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INTRO
In ancient Greece, The MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Continue reading Memories from the discussion-thread “Fans own poems and lyrics” Part 1
On 15 July 2009 a new thread was created on Planet Rybak, a newborn then. It was the thread called “Fans own poems and lyrics”, made by Marianne Saietz. During the last year this thread has inspired many Facebookies to express their feelings by creating hundreds of excellent poems! It has also given birth to four SONG BOOKS released by the Facebookies so far, and counting! It has been the earliest sign of the world-famous Facebookies creativity!
On 15 July 2010 we are celebrating its birthday. You are all invited to leave a rhyme, a limerick, a poem, anything 🙂
Link to the thread (threads have been closed by FB, so the link doesn’t work anymore):
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=183104285643&topic=10479
Sample poem, by Marianne:
SLEEP
And finally, the fans will sleep And no one will the facebook keep The latest topic now must wait The wild ideas can hesitate The cleaning-people sweeps the floor clean up the links and threads and more The lights go out and all is shade And even words stay up too late
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Алена Миллер
Стих…ведь это жизнь моя
И люблю на свете я,
Больше всех, крылатых муз,
Что несут стихов весь груз,
Что сплетают так слова,
Будто бы шуршит листва,
Будто ручеёк бежит,
Будто бабочка кружит.
Ведь тебе знакомо это,
Когда кружится планета,
А ты с нею в такт поёшь,
Ветром будто бы плывёшь.
И летишь на край Земли,
Чтоб поймать те корабли,
Что идут в страну мечты;
Там окажешься и ты,
Лишь смычок коснётся струн;
Там узнаешь тайны рун
И уйдут с души заботы,
Голос мира свяжешь в ноты,
И напишешь песню вновь
Про надежды и любовь;
И поёшь ты для народа,
Вот такая вот природа
Твоих сердца и души.
Ну, а я в ночной тиши
Карандаш возьму опять,
Тихо сяду на кровать,
Музам сон весь уплачу,
На корабль полечу,
Что в страну мечты плывёт,
Там, где творчество живёт.
