Save The Princess From The Wolves! Hearken To The Call! Poem by Captain Cur
Save The Princess From The Wolves! Hearken To The Call!
My muse demands study in all her ways to know
Risk the flames that bellow and cause the mind to glow
Then with heart afire and lettered in this pain
Truth and love's poetic voice surely will obtain.
Should I fail and fall in the blackest pits of woe
I read loud greater works to hear how sweet they flow,
How my muse harangued me though greatly entertained;
She said:
'False rhymes that end the lines can never be sustained.
Rent! All the books asunder! Hearken to the call!
Save the princess from the wolves! Scale the castle wall!
Passion thrills the moment, compassion turns to grief,
Dig down till it hurts, till your own words make you weep! '
When I turned to face her, her eyes were shining bright,
Oft repeating what I learned, 'Trust In What You Write.'
When muse rooted on your core basement, you gotta keep it deep so you could grab all what it offers to you Captain...
This is true, Soul. What is deep inside of us needs to see the light of day.
Muse demands to have study in every sequence of imagery and expression basing on observation. We obtain truth and love in poetic attitude and expression. Lines ended with false rhymes do not sustain and lines ended with truth sustains more. We write in trust and trust exist in writing. Very neatly drafted poem is shared here is interesting...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:45:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dropped in briefly to say Hello. Realized I had not read this one. Another terrific piece, good Captain; so glad I stopped by. :)