Troubadour À Muse Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

TROUBADOUR TO MUSE
Should you stay fey Troubadour's muse,
walls would fall heeding need's call, I swear,
souls united, delighted, two share,
with only bemusement to lose.

On days dark, in the dumps, much the blues,
with a butterfly touch, laughter rare,
Cupid's bow, Zephyr's blow, would declare
Cinderella should don dancing shoes.

Enchantment spells well to enthuse
rejoicing that naught could impair,
jubilation, creation, forms stair
to heaven through rainbow as woos
heart to heart once apart, each takes cues
up, around, to rebound, well may dare
answer call of the wild, child repair
to prepare transformation's true hues.

Should you play kind Troubadour's muse,
away with toils, trouble and care -
discovering answers to prayer
with wantonness neither refuse.

When you kiss bliss takes wing, life renews
welfare's tune springing wellspring, brings where
bright eyes dream through lagoon blue moon, there
stars sparkle, shine, intertwine views.

No blame could exist, no accuse
‘WE' creation could catalyze, air
to stimulate stanzas, - nor scare,
nor fear, dear, no asking ‘what's whose? '

Thus your mirror, fair Troubadour's muse,
Time lines leaves behind, neither ware
of the need to seed feelings, feed, share
beyond commonplace keyed to amuse.

If O.K. bright ray, Troubadour's muse,
each phrase might rhyme praise everywhere,
spirit brave, blithe, reve[a]led as each layer
protective peels, unseals joy's fuse.

As Troubadour's muse you should choose
priceless patterns, soft textures, compare
clear vision in tender affair
to humdrum existence crowd rues,

there fusion would never confuse,
inspiration enough, and to spare,
intuitive insight aware
of the chance to advance, shed taboos.

Interplay between Troubadour, muse,
flamboyancy splices with flair,
both should sow, both would grow, as a pair,
flow as current electric to use

space as base to trace joy - not abuse -
we should tenderness share, greet, prepare
ideal idyll fast past will repair...
would you play fair as Troubadour's muse?


13 October 2006 revised 18 July 2007 and 2 June 2013
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See below for variant MINSTREL TO MUSE


MINSTREL TO MUSE
Birds from trees charmed with ease should fair muse
sadness shed, altar led, entertain
hope for scope not soft soap, ever lose
cold defence, old offence, blight and bane.
Heart fresh start would embark on, no ruse
would be seen, pastures green grow again;
Strummed strings wrought, tension taut, would defuse.
Dump blast's blight, see bright light which won't wane
two share precious gift to enthuse.

Masks, when shed, head to head would ring true
paint music to dance, advance prayer,
shower flower confetti to strew
on blushing bride bouquets to spare.
Tenderness telepathic on cue
could interplay foster for e'er,
muse and minstrel together... no pair
could compete, could surpass skies hued blue.

Silken tress shrines star eyes, beauty's skies,
which await with impatience, despair,
dream-dwell on two rings - one surprise
at the door and another to share
sweet proposal forever and e'er,
with constance to challenge 'Time flies! '
Should SHE gift consent - muse hors pair -
then, heaven sent minstrel might, wise,
string win prize, become bliss billionaire.

Hand in hand on sand beach reach peak rare,
inner fire, outer lyre complementing,
no regrets, no hedged bets, shielding layer
would peal to reveal nor repenting,
nor lamenting, concealment, nor snare,
nor thorns, devil's horns, envy's venting.
Crystal clear could appear future fair,
pain, vain misunderstandings preventing.

Rose could bloom, scoff at doom, ever dare
outgrow petty minds, blind restrictions,
metamorphosis magic might tear
chrysalis offer bliss free from frictions.
As free as proverbial air -
wings spread fly ahead - contradictions
eased out as hopes flout doubt's 'beware! '
dispelling impious predictions.

On days dark, in the dumps, much the blues,
sealed kiss, butterfly touch bliss, heals e'er,
Cupid's bow, Zephyr's blow, would declare
Cinderella should don dancing shoes.
Should she stay fey mind minstrel's maid muse.
Walls would fall, heed need's call to feed, fair
souls united, delighted, two share,
with only bemusement to lose.

Enchantment spells well to enthuse
rejoicing that naught could impair,
jubilation, creation, form stair
to heaven through rainbow as woos
heart to heart once apart, each takes cues
up, around, to rebound, well may dare
answer call of the wild, child repair
to prepare transformation's true hues.

Should minstrel accompany muse,
away with toils, trouble and care -
discovering answers to prayer
with wantonness neither refuse.
When twinned kiss bliss takes wing, life renews
welfare's tune springing wellspring, brings where
bright eyes dream through lagoon blue moon, there
stars sparkle, shine, intertwine views.

As masterly minstrel's muse choose
priceless patterns, soft textures, compare
clear vision in tender affair
to humdrum existence crowd rues.
There fusion would never confuse,
inspiration intense, joy to spare,
intuitive insight aware
of the chance to advance, shed taboos.

Interplay between minstrel and muse,
flamboyancy splices with flair,
both should sow, both would grow, as a pair,
flow as current electric to use
space as base to trace joy - not abuse -
two should tenderness share, greet, prepare
ideal idyll fast past would repair
should she play fair to minstrel as muse...


13 October 2006 revised 18 July 2007 2 June 2013 and 29 December 2013