To keep this fevered pace...kiss of the muse She be sweet on Me!

United States
March 22, 2007 5:42pm CST
To keep this fevered pace To pace out each step with the favored grace of the Muse A Muse whose throat bobbles and weaves as her song sparkles and finds out thieves The thick of them hiding in the shadows, all confused The lot of them on myLot not easily amused Unless you count the eights nines and tens with stars Their oratory casts about for a fellow who may be on par Not easy to say nor saying it's easy to do To give the impression that you've been visited by a Muse!
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@towongfoo27 (2989)
• United States
23 Mar 07
Cute poem, but when you're at a fevered pace, You really have no grace. For everyone's a writer these days, But only when it pays. The Muse is not very amused To be verbally used (or abused).
• United States
28 Mar 07
Cute also, and may I inquire as to who towongfoo changes into when the muse has her mood visited upon her by a blue moon? Will she soon realize that room has to be made to play games where none were played before? How shall she dance when the rants and raves of a bended mind, bent on anger and frustration challenges her futile desires for warmth and fire, kisses and sweets, languidly letting the bubbles burst upon her golden skin? Must she wait for the gleam of inspiration to visit her, and tell me this: Who is HER muse?