Afflatus Poems

The cascading stream leaping in swirling ebullience
Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced
The spectral dew drops draping the glinting grass tips
Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled
The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin night
Adorns the pearl laced waves...Read More

We wend through life with hopes of one true love,
          Quite rare, such fits, that match you like a glove ...
     A blend of souls ... divine...Read More

I stand there, poised, a statue,
holding my paintbrush to my temple;
waiting for the lightbulb of sentiment to wash over me.

Then, like a distant star shooting across the cosmos,
or an injection of adrenaline into an arrhythmic heart;
my thoughts become as clear...Read More

You are a divine creative inspiration to me, one that never ceases to amaze 
all encouragement is mine when you catalyse my poetry with your displays 
of guiding light, you are like a vaccine shot in the arm when you...Read More

After His agony, the tomb closed
Sealed, guarded by the best
Despite their efforts, He arose.  

Theme: Afflatus___Divine creative impulse or inspiration
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date 02-24-2020...Read More

to lose a muse is none but sorrow,
no fuse can chase away the fear-
words shall appear and be near tomorrow

my inspiration is my revelation,
creativity with epiphanies of light-
found insight in a flight of meditation

divinity in security and laughter in purity,
freedom...Read More

Where art thou, Muse? I seek inspiration!
I have endured your absence for too long:
restore to me the gift of creation
once more, that I may sing a new, gay song.
When you return I'll feel great elation,
for as my muse you can...Read More

Dear Writer, 

You edify

Entrancingly

Oozing grace

Dripping brawn

Strength of a tiger

Frailty of a kittie

All in your works 

Thoroughly revealed

Heart is a rarer gem 

Fecund is your art 

Bibliophile's heister

Mind of magic freed 

Minds of readers held

When into the waiting

Vault of the universe

You...Read More

Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms

Debuncking it
Slam duncking it
Saying “the old is gold”
ain’t nothing but junking it
“new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it
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To argue that there is one better form
is to express your preference for...Read More

He wears his frame with dignity.
Moves amongst the throng with confidence,
   with a buoyant outlook
      that defies everything malignant.
He magnifies his letters until
     they are neon bright and shining
...Read More

Poetry is a challenging art;
it requires skill and meter
and a poet that’s awful smart,
or he will tire and teeter.

Poetry requires wit and heart;
one must be a practiced poet
who writes with grace and art
to forge beauty and not blow it.

Poetry is...Read More

“That’s what I love about baseball –
it doesn’t mean anything.” – Woody Allen


The sun is shining, flags are flying,
Spring is here once more:
fresh-mown grass, and onions frying –
and so you know the score.

No criticizing, analyzing –
pack away the screed:
today there’ll...Read More

Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, 
I want you, I miss you…… Mum!
Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me!
As something inside me is burning,
Let me be, let me! Be me, 
Face of Stella get...Read More

I sit and reminisce about the "good ol' days"
The prelapsarian time before it all went sideways

The details of life were all that I saw
There was no rich, no poor, no petit bourgeois 

As an unbeknownst member of the proletariat 
I...Read More

Leaves of Autumn, burnt orange, yellow, red,
      gold, strewn on the ground decaying,
         caressed by wild breezes,
          ...Read More

Poetry requires skill and meter,
and a poet of golden heart;
or he will stumble and teeter.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.”

A poet must seek inspiration, 
and write with love and art
to create grace with elevation.
“Ars longa, vita brevis.”

A divine gift from the Nine...Read More

Rocket Number 26, take off to the planet and contrive page 26,
It’s the missing page from my memoir,
This is my Page 26, story,
I for one Bryan, I have been through, travel tears and running on empty,
But whatever happened then, I...Read More

As I sit in this old, rugged chair, 
And direct my gaze upon this blank paper
I ponder a vastitude of rhymes with great care
Yet, this scheme of notions begins to taper


Lo, I have acquired inspiration
And begin to articulate a most...Read More

‘Tis a wondrous bit of structure,
 Literature is indeed
And from this, an insightful glimpse of culture 
Truly marvelous to read
Lest we negate such writings, these we overlook 
Nay, treasure these works of fine penmanship 
These that have been structured by...Read More

My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath	 
who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O Calliope!?" I yell;
her leaving brings...Read More

Preposterous melody won't exist,
Inside a piano without the chord's beat
Aubade is formed when dolefulness emits
Nails the body to where she always sits;
Ordering her fingers to start a writ.

Corners her world with piano as a friend
Heaves fro the melancholia life has...Read More

Freeze frames in colours as those of a charcoal chameleons....

Chain reactions; from old and welcome unto the world ordained

Amid continuums about temporal dimensions; confirmed afflatus

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....“Afore These Learning Curves; 'Psychoanalysis'” ~...Read More

Absolute apprehension applied around angst…
Feasting from focused feminine filtration…
Mastering magnificent masculine manifestation…
Balance both bonded building brilliant Buddha body…
Enlightened electric energy evades everyone…
Harmonious humanity has hovering happiness halos…
Omnipresent oneness outlasts original
Sin, souls soaking superconscious supremacy…
...Read More

How will I know if I've done Your will?
How can I be sure of loyalty,
so, my entrusted bright love can feel
the movement of divine royalty?

Many messages come and on go,
show ways to interpret aren't enough,
and options create indecision,
and the time...Read More

Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our...Read More