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Details | Couplet |

Mountain Lake Inspiration Revised

Mountain Lake Inspiration (Light Poetry)

Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write
under shade tree are my pencil, paper, and pole.
Scribble down words while waiting for a bite
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Fish are jumping all around hook and line
small cork sits still and does not move or fade.
Patiently I sit in wait for that fish to dine
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.

Inspiration overwhelms biding snare
while creative mind laggardly transcends.
In far distance I see lone grizzly bear
and leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Mountain Lake Inspiration (Couplet)

Beneath tree are my pen, paper, and pole; 
fishing my most popular angling hole.

Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write;
scribbling down words while waiting for a bite.

Small cork sits idle, does not move or fade;
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.
Fish start leaping all around hook and line;
grappling for the wanting chance to dine.

Inspiration engulfs my biding snare;
in far distance I see lone grizzly bear.

While creative mind laggardly transcends;
I leave a good fishing pole to his friends.

Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Details | Terzanelle |

Memoirs of Legacy

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Details | I do not know? |

copy cat

Let me steal your thoughts, cause they are so close to mine
Can I borrow a pen and paper? Tell me again, what was that line?
I was feeling so unbalanced, with no source of inspiration to tap
then I heard about you, and suddenly my inspiration is back!
Maybe I should just quit writing, let you speak my piece?
I mean, you might just as well, you are so much like me.
I can relate to your words, like our history was the same.
And the way you break it down, girl you got my kind of game.
Ok, maybe you are right, I need to be original to my audience
but I'm past a blank slate, your words are already in my inner-conscience.
So I'll keep on reading yours, cause I enjoy it when I do
I'll stay true to me, but might lend a phrase or 2.
So thanx for sharing your heart, I appreciate it more than you know,
I give credit to you and I really dig your flow.

Details | Rhyme |

When Muses Die

We buried a muse the other day
For a poet laid down his quill
He said he'd never write again
For he simply refused to feel

Muses came from miles around
To tell their friend goodbye
Inspiration was everywhere
You should have heard them cry

They buried him in a special place
Up on Inspiration Hill
Paper flowers covered his grave
His tombstone was his quill

No one knows where muses go
When poets refuse to write
Maybe they simply disappear
Or maybe follow the light

The next time you get your writer's block
And you're feeling empty inside
Your inspiration has gone to a funeral
For another muse has died

Details | Quatrain |

The Inspiration Store

I'm looking for some inspiration
Can you direct me to the Inspiration Store?
Heard they've got some real good bargains
Great ideas never used before!

I don't often need to avail myself
Of this vital and humanitarian service
Been quite prolific in the last few years
But now I'm feeling a wee bit nervous!

It's five minutes before the midnight bell
I've come up dry all the day long
Utter panic has grabbed hold of my brain
Thinking suicide would be wrong!

There's other things besides poetry I'm told
On this great big old happy balloon
But none so addictive as rhyming and rhythm
It turns sane people into silly buffoons!

The Inspiration Store has saved many people
From utter and overwhelming despair
So I guess I'll do a search on Google Maps
Before I totally lose all my hair!

Details | Blank verse |

as i pillage inspiration from your pages...

quiet & understated
two words waiting 
at the bottom of the page
crouched as though
some other they might chase away
or bar from the path
i am once again allowed this trespass

Details | Free verse |

Poetic Creation

It sometimes amazes me how a seed of inspiration is translated into poetic 

Words bubbling 
like molten lava 
and flowing down a 
mountain of creativity. 

Ideas flashing into 
consciousness, like 
comets in the night sky, 
begging for durability. 

Imagination simmering 
in a cauldron of creation, 
par-boiled, and waiting 
patiently for deliverance. 

Verbs verbalised. 
Nouns nurtured. 
Similes simpatico. 
Metaphors metathetical - 

all awaiting translation 
into metrical form:- 
be it iambic verse, rhyme 
or sultry sonnet. 

An onslaught of inspiration 
clambering for attention. 
Poetic invention born of 
imaginative progression. 

Wondrous words! 
Artistic expression. 
Scintillating syntax. 
A palette of calligraphy .... 

Words bubbled down 
my mountain of creativity. 
I have survived the 
onslaught of fecundity. 

Creation created. 
Imagination captured. 
Ideas apprehended. 
Job done! 

Details | Blank verse |

...collaboration of inspiration-Stevie Nicks dedication to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there 
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the 
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you 
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given 
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you 
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you  
see your Gyspy but  you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you 
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the 
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and 
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain 
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a 
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my 
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions 
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird 
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings 
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick 
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock 
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My 
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never 
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let 
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes 
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of 
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you 
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and 
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will 
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I 
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...

...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...