Apollo is the Olympian God of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture.
Apollo, Olympian God of the sun
Roman God blessed from above
Hearts, he bestows with seeds of love
Thy knowledge is wise
God of the sun, as sure as the day arise
Poetic words of gifts, so serene, so true
Pierced arrow of thy heart, when Cupid’s bow cannot do
Imparted the minds of Zeus’ nine muses
Handsomely inspired to seduce the heart in solitude
Apollo, the Olympian God, such a charismatic ruse
Apprehending love, the heart cannot hide or refuse
Coveted the Greek Goddesses in such tender recluse
Wisdom to inspire the land with fruits he bears
Seeds of love reaps for the Tortoise and the Hare
Healing of plagues, as ordained, gifts found beyond the stars
The body and the mind thy heal, found beyond the realm of Mars
An Olympian God of talents, of such wondrous as thy heart uses it
Souls dancing in the rain of its glory, spellbinding of freedom music
Yet drift to thy ears, echoing of its fears
Never had visions in the absence of heavenly tears
God brings the snow, sun, and the rain
Archangel Gabriele brings the messages over and over again
Archangel Michael bites the bullet of the striking pain
Receiver broken in vain for a dream redeemer
Once cloaked behind such a sweet reliever
Beauty will shine on thee, in the darkest of night
My prophecy guides the ill will in the begotten of flight
Dawn will embrace in the mist of Heavenly beckoning light
Tasted of its essence, lamented for earth in its bosom’s plight
As Apollo spirit once stood
Sequestered on Mt. Olympus and Helicon, nine muses adopted his creed of good
To continue in life’s journey as one should, would, or could
As gifted within self
Love and Honor on earth, will reap its benefits, only after death
Apollo, Greek Olympian God, the wonders of his hands blessed of its wealth
The creed of his sacred deeds shall always wish woman and mankind nothing but the best
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Author:
The Gifted One (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every human being has within him an ideal man, just as every piece of marble contains in a rough state a statue as beautiful as the one that Praxiteles the Greek made of the god Apollo. Jose Marti
- Category: Love
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