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In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts are sewn by the constellation
Under the moon glow 
         You and I
Staring up into the Starry Sky
Tonight we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen................... The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gentle by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart  
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by a sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating  in a world owned by the stars
Unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Taking notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat

Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul making love a part of light
Illusion of permanence
Fireflies Flaring up  
A love that lives last longer than moments
Zodiac unfolds the lines
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the infinity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
The evening star, 
"My Star Of Love"  
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem. 

By;PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~

Copyright © SKAT A


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Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying  gigolos 
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub

I am drunk-- in his eye, 
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness 
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness 

Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne 
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade 
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name 

Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood 
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note 
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not  jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo 
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say

"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"

by: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Today I penned a love letter
I know you'll never see
Secret thoughts and feelings
Bottled up inside of me
Romantic muse on my heart
Words written with the mind
My forbidden introspection
I know you'll never find
For I, myself, am the bottle
I'm not floating on the sea
The message is deep inside
Heartbroken that we can't be
I know this sounds strange
But every word I say is true
Although we've never met 
My heart is missing you!

Date: 11-7-14
For Shadow's "Favorite Old Poem" Contest

Copyright © Lyric Man


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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by my bedside, asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I could not ignore the light coming from the cracks under the door
Giving it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seems to be deeming, a distance, of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing, 
To feel and taste, sinful skin, 
Everything then grew thinner than thin,
Suddenly, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall, if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, notwithstanding
Is this, a moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Only this, and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwrecked floor
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is, and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding, of needing
My drugs, of pain and passion, to end the illusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising, from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting, the excitement, like The Bells, of Annabel, in a hurry
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin, is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the dark side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scratch my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Endymion,Lover Of The Moon

On summer hills I watched you I know you watched me too Every night you waited for me Every night I came to you From shallow oceans I have risen On silver chariots traveled high Crossed everlasting spaces which filled your empty sky Soothing manna showered your lips from the radiance of my light Crazy love I poured in your heart on each lone and serene night Humble shepherd boy Endymion You haven't chosen death,nor life In eternal sleep you've slumbered and made of me your wife You must have been a poet with a will to live our dream with a want to preserve passion for the last abiding crescent of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion and by beautiful poetry.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop


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Warm December

My warm December, unexpectedly,
you graced my world and brought such joy to me.

My warm December, You are something sweet
embracing me. Oh, please do not be fleet!

My warm December, how I wish to keep
you like a lovely dream when I’m asleep.

And how I wish to have you ever near,
my warm December dream so ever dear.

December of my dreams, my youth has passed.
You’re all that’s left, but how long can you last?

Oh, warm December, wrap me like a  coat,
inside your ermine dream to ever float.

(This December was very warm and inspired me to write this;
also this is dedicated to my muse!)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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Behind These Red Brick Walls

I remember living quietly inside these red brick walls,
a soul, wandering alone through those dark, empty halls,
this is the place where I used to rest my weary head,
now you, another poetic heart, are dreaming here instead.

I was just a poet, a soul like you, so do not be afraid,
this is where I once lived, and this is where I stayed,
I want to whisper my secrets to you, late after midnight,
just hear my faded words, and I will remain out of sight.

There was a lonesome time when I wrote poetry, too,
now I am here, to be your muse and inspire you,
100 years ago, I lived on the other side, only now,
I dwell just behind these red brick walls, somehow.





(A sequel to my poem, "These Red Brick Walls")


Copyright © Kelly Deschler


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LOVE IS A PERFECT PRESENT

Late night walk around my lake
Midnight stars are all in bloom
Crickets singing happy songs
A perfect night and a full moon
The brightest star came closer
Said, I think you should know
So I'm going to share a secret
Then I'm going to quickly go
Said, she is thinking about you
A thousand thoughts a day
And at night a million dreams
Your face she loves to play
I've heard her talk about you
So I thought I'd check you out
I feel your thoughts and feelings
You've left me with no doubt
Said, you're wishing and needing
It's as clear as this night sky 
That's exactly what she's doing
Dude, you're the apple of her eye
Said, tonight I've been thinking
You two make a perfect pair
And love is a perfect present
It's time to let her know you care

Date: 11-11-14

Copyright © Lyric Man


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Spring's Muse

a hush - until I spot a thrush it brings spring when sweetly it sings I fill with joy, and dip my quill! written 11/29/14 by andrea dietrich for the WHISPERS OF A MUSE - Poetry Contest of nette onclaud

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich


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BEAUTIFUL SILHOUETTE

Reflections in the evening
Misty glow of city street
Each step I'm getting closer
Working my way through the crowd
There you are in the plaza
Your beautiful silhouette
Girl, I know you in the dark

Contest: Nette's "Silhouette Of A Heptagonet"
Date: 11-11-14
Poet: Lyric Man

Copyright © Lyric Man


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Spill Ink

Spill Ink—the poets’ timeless warp and woof;
Signifies our mantra beyond reproof;
Late at night as poets struggle to write;
Our Muse enchants poets to such delight;
Poets seek tone and tenor for a splash,
And images and nuance for a dash.
"Spill Ink!” Poets cry seeking perfection!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(October 18, 2014) (Rhyme Septet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman


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ERATO MUSE OF POETRY



1.
Uninvited you come, oh Erato*, muse of poetry, the 
Majority of times,
Knocking at my soul’s door at any given moment
Insisting to let you in, your message to deliver
Disregarding at what state my soul is and if she could 
With your request comply

2.
Oh, muse of poetry, when with my soul’s inspiration
You are flirting all the time 
Whispering in her ears words of wisdom, coming 
From your divine essence 
My soul, mesmerized, tries the words of wisdom, 
Lingering in her depths, again to remember**

3.
A difficult task it is indeed, I admit,
For the language of heavens that my soul, once 
Knew very well, now she has forgotten**
Because of her association with her mortal body 
For that reason, oh divine muse,
Be patient with her and give her just 
A little more time

4.
The time that my soul needs, divine muse, to learn
Or rather to remember
How to talk and to express herself in writing the
Way you would like: 
In accordance with universe’s harmony and
Its eternal laws 

5.
When this blessed hour comes, my soul able 
Would be, poems to compose 
But 
Her writings, her creations and her poetic epics,  
The work of you would be, oh muse,
No credit would, my soul, claim 

For

She knows very well that only an instrument she is,
Oh muse, into your godly embrace, 
Just to be used according to your desire
Because only you, oh muse of poetry, know 
How  
The universe’s poetic language should be used 
And how, in verse, it has to be 
Delivered! 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  30 SEPTEMBER 2014   

* Erato, one of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne  (memory ).
She is the Muse of lyric poetry, love poetry and marriage songs.

** Socrates, Greek philosopher 469-399, believed that the soul knows the truth but because of her association with the body, after her incarnation, she forgets therefore what we call learning is in reality a process of remembering as it is indicated also by the name of Erato’s mother, Mnemosyne, (memory).
 
A poet should always follow Erato’s instructions that comes in the form of inspiration, in order to reach the desired result. This is because erato’s knowledge is unadulterated for it is divine!  

 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis


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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO


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As I hid

As I hid behind the darkness of Spring's cool night there she stood dreaming

Copyright © James Peranteau


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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A


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Sonnet to a Fine Poetess

I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,  
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach. 

This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.

This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace, 
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
 
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format) 

*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****

Copyright © Gary Bateman


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A Christmas Callgirl

Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
Only me
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
In silence
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call

Copyright © arthur vaso


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A Rendezvous With My Muse

Poem Sleeps in my mind’s Emblem. You gleam Heart's dense traffic With themes I lean To call for word To screen
+++ November 30, 2014 Form: Musette Dr. Ram Mehta Eighth Place win Contest:Whispers of a muse by nette onclaud

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta


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SATURDAY MATINEE

Tame the treacherous TRESSES.
BEFORE battling BRAVE BEAST
IN IRONIC INTENSE IMPRESSIVE
DANGEROUS  DUNGEONFUL  DREAMS.
MONUMENTAL  MORNING MESS  MUSES
BREAKFAST BREAKS BLUENESS 
TIME TO TEST THE TERRITORY
SINCE  SATURDAY SEEMS SO SLOW
TURN ON THE TV  TO TRACK  THE TREASURE TROVE

MOSTLY MUSING MOTHER OF MOMENTOUS
MYSTIFYING  MATINEES
NEXT, NUDGE THE NUTS
AND HELP  HARRINGTON  HUNT HIS HUNCHES
MUST MEAN MERRY MOVIE MUNCHIES
LET'S  LOOK AND  TAKE A TOSSING TIDE
OR RATHER  RUN AND RISK A ROCKY RIDE

THE THEATER  TWISTED AND TEASED THEN
FINALLY FINDING THE  FEATURE
WE WOUND UP WISHING  WE. WERE WISER
WHEN WE REMINISCED ABOUT  RIDICULOUSNESS

THE ECHOING  END
MY MATINEE  FREE-SPIRITED FRIENDS

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER


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A LETTER TO POET DESTROYER AND NETTE

This open letter I share to my dear Soupers,
Especially written for the most special muses I have found.
I dedicate this piece  from the depth of my soul.
To most brilliant and exquisite poets here in site.

To Poet Destroyer a.k.a. Linda,
Your poem "Daddy" changed a view in my life.
I'm a tamed little tigress when I first came in site.
So afraid to post a collective words from my mind.

When I read your poem, it suddenly changed my life!
It's a free verse form, taught me that writing isn't that hard.
I can freely spread my wings then reach the sky.
It taught me how to use the ink inside my heart.

I saw the lighter side of you.
A loving heart, a real you.
Some of your slams show off your angst.
In "Daddy's poem", you won The Oscar's.

Linda, in half of a year I spend with you,
I'd like to tell how much I awe you,
You are the star that lit my night.
You are the muse that keeps me write.

To my dearest highness poet, Nette...
I can't still find the right adjective that suits you best.
Your "Kiss from Heaven" moved me away.
It opened my eyes to what a poetry really means.

Your words are extraordinary,unique and passionate.
It invites me to go down deeper, explore the world beneath.
You showed me a different ways to use an ink.
Then lead me to a magical and wondrous place within.

Thank you for being an inspiration,
The wind beneath my wings.
The best poet I  look up with.
The one that I respect and treasured as friend.

You two are like fuel to my soul.
You help me keep going inspite of sorrow.
You show me the world behind these walls,
You refill my pen to create a poem.



Copyright © Aiyah de Torres


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Amusing

He writes to me in curly cues painting 
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to 
bare the smoothness of his script.

We have not known each other long
but we have known each other since
man first made fire, the poet and his
muse. His presentation fascinates

with swirls of brush or indian ink
he strokes, both deep   and long,
with pleasant pressure most often.
His words though highbrow smack
of pent passions, watering palates 

and earthy scents. The wanting so sweet
no reality could fill    the expanse, the 
oceans of prose,   the mountains which
jut provocatively, daring, inviting, the cleats

of man, use pinion and hammer triumphantly
upon the bounty of breast, the thigh of night
the whimper of dawn. Poet preen for your muse

Caress the unsullied parchment whiteness
in the hollow of my neck.


First Published in Pyrokinection May 2013

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi


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THE GIFT

It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a 
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn


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Sonnet For My Muse

Alone, on my own, with no one to show; no one to share, no one to care. My muse, she feeds my hungry craves; her gifts, are in my notebooks, saved. My muse, she paints; in quiet space; reflects on things, within life’s race. Through time and space, she does meander; creating schemed, as to her viewpoint, I pander. Filling pages, with storied delights and painting dreams, I have at night. In nooks and crannies, secrets lie; of course, a few, will always hide. It’s my prerogative, you see; and that’s the way, I’ll always be.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser


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Mute Muse

Where are you lingering?
you hide your fiery trail;
inspiration gleaming bright 
grows dim and deathly pale.

Secret whispered phrases,
hand over mouth are held
captive in a stagnant soul,
pure drops in fountains failed.

Beyond release tormented,
behind restraining bars
waiting for the night to swell
and birth abundant stars.

September 27, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson