My Muse
Restless spirit of imagination sending daily inspirations
No procrastination for her assignations;
Sees every clue in her investigations - 20/20 education
Tomatoes on freeway ramps variation - daisies in sidewalk perpetuation.
8-10-20
Taken from The Tenth Muse - 7-29-20
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 4
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Thank you very much Ms Tara Reade for confidin',
Your allegation 'gainst Jo-Jo the Clown Joe Biden!
Interesting that the fake news at CNN and MSNBC
Hammered Trump and Kavanaugh for like dallying constantly!
But from them regarding Biden, we hear not a peep
About the alleged assignations of this puerile creep!
Most of the time Joe doesn't know where he's at,
Nor can he find his butt with both hands, this wily bureaucrat!
Vote for him if you will this coming fall,
But if he is elected, God have mercy on us all!
(I suspect I'll receive vile flak from those with a different view - that's OK - fire away! I'm sticking to expressing my First Amendment rights!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
It burns
Brighter, fiercer, nuclear
With effulgent incandescence
But only when untended or
denied the expected trajectory
For there is beauty in this
A Glorious Thing indeed
The rarest of things truly
But to wilfully deny it?
There is beauty in this
The question unanswered
The Troth not Plied
The step not taken
The tone: implicit
There is beauty in this
Why not the unfulfilled
The peak uncrossed?
No less intrepid
The solemn solitary longing
For the possibilities
Unexplored...
Yes, there is beauty in this
Untainted by banality
Never familiar enough to let fester the insouciance we know so well
No sordid, covert assignations and all that they entail
Oh there is beauty in this
freedom to plough the fallow furrow
In spite of interdiction the splendour grows each time connection recurs.
This is the wonder!
Yes, there is beauty in this
Can this clock be run down until it's a thing out of time?
Of course, there is the possibility of regret -
The train not caught
The Nettle not grabbed -
But
There is beauty in this
You display your beauty like a rose,
your essence frail and ghostly
blossoms into fuller view, a wondrous pose.
Maiden of mystery, home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
celebrations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the tidal flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination;
ever present there for all to see,
we praise you, and applaud your constancy.
"...the sister moon, cold, comely queen of the sky."
Ada Limon
********
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
assignations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
Red and juicy,
sensual shape,
sexual by nature,
they drip promiscuously
on my prurient lip!
Tastes of summer,
girls in flimsy cotton dresses
flirting shamelessly,
and sinfully suggesting
assignations in the park,
in the darkness, for a lark!
Their flavors captivate,
make me hunger
for an intimate embrace!
"...the sister moon, cold, comely queen of the sky."
Ada Limon
********
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
assignations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
You display your beauty like a rose,
your essence frail and ghostly
blossoms into fuller view, a wondrous pose.
Maiden of mystery, home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
celebrations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the tidal flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination;
ever present there for all to see,
we praise you, and applaud your constancy.
"...the sister moon, cold, comely queen of the sky."
Ada Limon
********
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
assignations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
Red and juicy,
sensual shape,
sexual by nature,
they drip promiscuously
on my prurient lip.
Tastes of summer,
girls in flimsy cotton dresses
flirting shamelessly,
and sinfully suggesting
assignations in the park,
in the darkness, for a lark.
Their flavors captivate,
and make me ache
for an intimate embrace.
Red and juicy,
sensual shape,
sexual by nature,
they drip promiscuously
on my prurient lip!
Tastes of summer,
girls in flimsy cotton dresses
flirting shamelessly,
and sinfully suggesting
assignations in the park,
in the darkness, for a lark!
Their flavors captivate,
make me hunger
for an intimate embrace!
You flaunt your beauty like a rose,
as your essence, frail and ghostly,
blooms into fuller view, a stately pose.
Maiden Of Mystery, home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
convocations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood, manipulation.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
Red and juicy,
sensual shape,
sexual by nature,
they drip promiscuously
on my prurient lip.
Tastes of summer,
girls in flimsy cotton dresses
flirting shamelessly,
and sinfully suggesting
assignations in the park,
in the darkness, for a lark.
Their flavors captivate,
and make me hunger
for an intimate embrace!
You display your beauty like a rose,
your appearance, at first frail and ghostly,
blooms to fuller view in a sky studded with stars.
O Maiden Of Mystery! home of stillborn
assignations, misspent dreams and lovers'
convocations, fired with all the grief
you can distill, and all the joy.
You haunt the heavens, blithe and beauteous,
even when unseen your hold is mighty,
mistress of the menstrual flow, the driving force
behind each woman's mood and machination.
The sun shall lose her heat and bleed to death
e'er you dissolve, expend your final breath.
Breathless
Every touch dies
Urgent moments from you
Each kiss a voiceless whisper
Around you floats an undying breathless
Cool chilled your curls
Lay pensive at porcelain shoulders
Awaiting the warmth of
Assignations love
Each caress withers
At a horizons touch beyond you
A singular worship
To the sanctity of the lost
The Aeon of caress
Promises divided by consent
Fall silent
Dumb witness to the heavens
Sleepless nights echo from your pillow
Coverlet of tears pressed to the aching soul
Dreams you dream alone
Between forgetful sheets of night
Every voiceless reaching toward fullness
Poised within an instant
Its colours succinct to a deeper shade
An innocent heretic refusing to repent
Out there in the never ending embrace of want
The soft wrapping of your arms
Linger on holding so close
Made breathless by the touch
So far away in a presence
Of drifting destiny
The concord of your tears
Wept in the quiet hours of eternity
Reveal me
Release me
Free me
Breathless
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