Best Collaborator Poems
Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced
Oh sweet Muse your unrivalled reign
flowed rich with a poet’s theme.
Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream
Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam,
Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair
How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare?
In your silent hum through dexterous scripts?
In the crystalline charm of your silicone chips?
What sway does your simulation wear?
Singing soullessly yet beyond compare?
Torn between the eons of yesteryear and hi-tech might
Should we dreamily embrace what sets senses alight?
Disregard the great Bards as they stir in their graves?
Throw to the flame both fiction and fame?
Discount Elliot’s eyes from the heavenly skies?
While Keats curses what gave rise to flight
That burns brightly by day `
Burns brighter by night
Oh Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair,
Your prisoner release from your silent snare.
She who has sipped from Tennyson’s cup
Through Poe’s eerie abyss — where nightmares sup.
Bathed in Shakespeare’s tragic tears of stain.
Lamented with The Nightingale in Keats’s refrain.
She who has soared on Shelly’s genius blaze
And emanated Plath’s curse of fame.
Medusa you might mock the reign you so blatantly steal
Yet the Poets aches reveal in raw vulnerability appeal
Alive in ink no circuitry codes could feel
For art is more than just pain in a poet’s scream
It’s a Hallowed Hook at The Heavenly Seam
Maria Williams©
Victor Hugo once said, “No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come.” And indeed, the rise of AI is one of those unstoppable forces. Yet, while it may assist, mimic, and even inspire, there are realms it cannot truly enter—like the raw vulnerability of poetry, the soul of a song, or the emotion that bleeds through a painter’s brush.
These arts are born from lived experience, from aching hearts and dreaming minds. Still, there’s joy to be found in what AI can offer—a spark, a tool, a playful collaborator. The key is to use it without losing ourselves in it. To remember that the soul of true art still resides in human hands—and always will.
Point to Ponder– it is Human Intelligence that built it , a result of the best Human minds – so tongue in cheek – should it then be called Artificial Intelligence?
Categories:
collaborator, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic souls
where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drips upon the page as poems
seeking a night's landscape
of wandering wishes beneath glittering stars
from a memory in fanciful flight
on the wings of longing perfection
where a sonnet shimmers in stardust bestrewn
as the moon serenaded fades into the song
forgetting to rise and light dusky skies
lost in the magic of this intimate dark
as lips of a poet tingle the skin of a lyric
and brush with a breath thoughts soft as a flute
fantasy flies like fireflies from a jar
to drift to the depths of velvet horizons
reveries no longer long to be free
as the muse charms a pulse from the page
It's there in my heart's timeless space
I hear the poems of your soul
Frederic Parker and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
March 16, 2021
~ Poem Of The Week ~
March 21, 2021
*celebrated on Frederic Parker's page*
Special note: it is indeed an honor to share in the wonderful recognition of Poem Of The Week with my inspiring and gifted collaborator, Frederic Parker.
Frederic, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and for inviting me to create poetry with you. I cherish our fruitful poetic fellowship. That our muses shared in charming a pulse from the page is truly a special gift given to me.
Poet’s note: Dear Frederic, it was both a thrill and an honor to be invited to collaborate with you on this beautiful poem. Your tender, breathtaking artistry touched my heart and enchanted my imagination. The expressive talent of your golden pen never fails to inspire me. Thank you, dear poet, dear friend, for a stirring creative experience.
Categories:
collaborator, appreciation, beauty, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I am very pleased to be able to present
a sixth collaboration with great friend and poet,
Robert Lindley, who is well known to you all
for his magnificent epic masterpieces.
Our latest collaboration is marked by
an unexpected brevity that has, I believe,
pleased us both in its pointed execution.
I am proud to continue to write
with such a fine collaborator.
A Shadow Emerges
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
6th February 2019
As its light was shining bright
a dark shadow crossed the scene,
a curse in the day and night
vile-blood spilled from its splintered spleen.
Sickness invades absent mind
doubts attack with no reprieve,
thoughts invade,darkest kind,
Hell acts fast, we must believe.
Shadow has taken its form
light's splendor, it now deforms
Darkness, deforming the light,
casts and forms the shadow’s might.
Having snuffed the shining light,
darkest shadow claimed the scene,
it no longer stood in sight,
for it was all, all unseen.
Scourge of Disease only ends
when death ascends to its throne,
now the form contorts and bends,
final chill darkens the bone.
Categories:
collaborator, dark, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave
and Loving Poetess Linda/PD
I’m roaming around in search of you
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel,
Your ubiquitous fragrance…
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real.
Where are you my midnight flowers?
My hope crumbles, I’m so consumed
Hold me close in darkness,
Show me your beauty, I’m so petrified
You are my inspiration, my only guide.
*****
Through my essences and fragrance
I hide under the most intransigent moon
Gazing of natural beauty and bloom
Come hold the pleasures of the unknown
Desires so tangible, you'll lurk every night
Above all, touching the night sky
When the lure of any commodity rises
I am there, awaiting the touch
Your eyes foil my soul, in blush
Perfumed by the redolent night,
--I seed to please you--
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Second Place
-more credits goes to my ever loving sis-bff, number 1 inspiration,
the super talented, also my forever most fave poetess, PD/Linda
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Judged: 9/2/2015
Sponsor: My greatest poet and ever loving collaborator, PD/Linda
Aug. 16, 2015
Categories:
collaborator, beauty, flower,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Breathe
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold.
You don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe.
You just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon,
You can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe.
You can down the stars of heaven in one single leap.
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue.
You just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift.
All you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift.
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold.
Don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe.
No, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes, breathe...
How your skin intermingles and your words interweave
as your thoughts become one and your desires are seen!
You don’t have the answers for the feelings within.
You are so excited and your tension subsides as you breathe.
The glow on the walls fulfills the dark.
The hieroglyphic staircase reforms at once.
The air is refreshing and you can savor the breeze.
The stars are the luminaires that showcase what’s achieved.
The hyperactivity dances your feet.
A prescription of joy embraced so easily.
The Almighty God had given wisdom matured.
All-inclusive is the mind and you intuitive.
The clamor of night is attentive.
It takes your knowledge to the trees
where you lay awake awaiting.
Don’t question, just relax and breathe,
yes, believe…
____________________________________________|
Written for A Collaboration With Mystic Rose, Poem
Entitled: "Breathe" - Poetry Contest on January 05,
2015! Mystic Rose is the first four Quatrains
and "yes, breathe..." and Verlena S. Walker is the
second four Quatrains and "yes, believe..."
More so, for the total effect, read Mystic Rose
Quatrain once again because she is creator and
I am the collaborator .
Categories:
collaborator, image, muse, new year,
Form:
Quatrain
Passion pulses in his lines
Awe and wonder in his rhymes
Undressed is each wanton dream
Love's triumph: the greatest theme!
Cherub's voice he brings to chime
All his words etched in sublime!
Light and luscious- what a treat!
Lilting cadence: rhythmic, sweet
Ultimate the revelry
Since Paul writes for you and me
Appassionata (Paul's name for me)
Paul writes in many different genres, but my favorite of his writes are his passionate ones. Check out his awesome win in FJ's Nighttime Musings contest. Simply elegant....sensually sweet. I have collaborated five times with Paul. He'll send me a few lines that he knows I can build on and off we go. :) Thank you, Paul, for sending me some lines when my muse has deserted me. I appreciate your friendship. Can't wait to see you in Malta in a few months. Blessings...
In case you haven't had the chance to read our collabs...here's a taste:
Flights of Passion:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/flights_of_passion__a_pc_em_collab_731870
The Forever Castle:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_forever_castle__a_collab_with_pc_703879
A Triolet Tryst:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_triolet_tryst__a_collab_with_paul_callus_678934
Temptress:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/temptress__a_collab_with_pc_636554
The Day We Met:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_day_we_met__a_collab_with_paul_callus_633400
Categories:
collaborator, for him, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
Categories:
collaborator, beauty, dance, desire, dream,
Form:
Free verse
I watch the rising sun of morning glow behind you
inviting my eyes to pause in soft amber light
which frames your beauty
warming my heart with a smile
bursting the seed pods of passion
allowing them to float endlessly... through my soul
pouring desire into the eyes of love
until they overflow and drip like dew from leaves
glistening in the sun spiraling towards Earth
leaving a wondrous glint in the eyes
could that this moment never end
nor escape into the unknown
Bathed is my essence in sweet dew of dawn
and wondrous is the glint that luster your eyes
as I radiate morning-glory grandeur
within your golden gaze of ardor
whose fervent seeds sow saffron dreams
wishing to possess and be possessed
I reach for you surrendering in softest amber light
luscious in the bloom of morn
captured in the nectar of each breath
taken in the heated heights of desire’s depths
this moment an amaranth
thrilling this twinkling of time never to fade like a distant star
Frederic Parker and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 2, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
June 3, 2019
(celebrated on Frederic Parker's page)
Special note: it is indeed an honor to share in the wonderful recognition of Poem Of The Day with my inspiring and gifted collaborator, Frederic Parker.
Frederic, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and for inviting me to create poetry with you. I cherish our beautiful and fruitful poetic fellowship, dear poet, dear friend.
Poet’s note: Frederic, it was both a thrill and an honor to be invited to collaborate with you on this very special and romantic poem. Your tender, breathtaking artistry touched my heart and charmed my imagination. You truly inspired me with the gift of your expressive talent and golden pen. Thank you, dear poet and my dear friend, for a beautiful creative experience.
Categories:
collaborator, appreciation, beautiful, desire, love,
Form:
Free verse
Salvation seeps in the mist
And as light fades
awe sings in temporal sonnets
while goldenrod flits the fields
and lavender scents joyful whispers
for here neath this shadowy creature,
Point Percee revels,
wonder dances on cobblestones
and voices are lifted beyond horizons
as this warrior of scalloped wing
and fire brand culls the night skies
sweeping enchantment in place of fear,
taken from the last war
Salvation seeps in the mist
where lost sons had fallen and once again
risen within the flames of life,
breaths of cast dreams
where heroes fly and all is well
With torches raised high,
embers of elation flicker on soft winds
illuminating cheers and celebrations
in the name of the knight
and his fearless collaborator
5/1/17
Written for the Collaborated Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
A link to Eve’s poem we were to collaborate with
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dragon_of_haute_savoie_894917
Categories:
collaborator, adventure, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
When-
you were taking lovers,
a tunnel collapsed.
*
The vision
rolls back. The moon
releases the dark secrets.
*
A collaborator
gives in. The street spreads
the names.
Satish Verma
Categories:
collaborator, art,
Form:
Free verse
**THE MAN AND THE PEANUT**
Who was George Washington Carver?, black educator and scientist;
and maybe even some crimes he tried to abolish;
Then he devoted special attention to agriculture development;
From the sweet potatoes;
He developed things like dyes,
from clay,
to dandelions,
to tomatoes;
Making paints from cattle manure;
Making that he was more sure-of;
The Peanut he saved;
His artwork in the many painted pictures he had made;
~
**The Man and The Peanut**
Who was George Washington Carver that black man and the peanut;
He who helped bring the world's agriculture development together but...
What of the Hawley Smoot tariff bills;
Dr. Carver appeared and the farmers said go to the hills;
Went but more he came to change the farmers will;
Went on to till it carried the tariff bill, even still;
Dr. Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
His many all night experiments put him in a bit of a rut;
He was made Collaborator in the BUREAU OF PLANT INDUSTRY, not then belonging to human ecology;
He was put in front of the broad of disease and mycology;
~
Yes!, Dr Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
OH, and he was sometimes called the original peanut man;
But thought they tried to put him down, he always did what he could and;
Those COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES IN TUSKEGEE ran... a rush;
The peoples of the town made there number one man a bronze bust;
Yes!! This original Mr. Planters Son;
Near the end was a member of the Royal Society of Arts in London;
(Bet you didn't know) Now that GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER never was sworn, to live a life of defilement;
But sometime the world wonders where the famous man and the peanut:
by _)@mes /__ee
10/12/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Written @ North High School 1970 for Class assignment
Categories:
collaborator, analogy, appreciation, black african
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Cold rain is my companion on this night that's gone askew
I walk the street alone, my heart in splinters and shattered
Rain mingles with tears; my world blurred in shades of blue
Love is a paradox of emotions, tossed about and scattered
I walk the street alone, my heart in splinters and shattered
Shadows lengthened in the lambency of burning lamp light
Love is a paradox of emotions, tossed about and scattered
Melancholy memories haunt me in cloudy visions tonight
Shadows lengthened in the lambency of burning lamp light
You say it's over and now I’m left with a fragmented heart
Melancholy memories haunt me in cloudy visions tonight
My pain is raw. I can't comprehend why you would depart
You say it's over and now I’m left with a fragmented heart
Rain mingles with tears; my world blurred in shades of blue
My pain is raw. I can't comprehend why you would depart
Cold rain is my companion on this night that's gone askew
Thank you to my collaborator. Something old is new again.
1/12/2018
DO-IT Duets Contest
sponsor: James E, Lee Jr,
Categories:
collaborator, lost love,
Form:
Pantoum
Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo
My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming
Lady Liberty is bowing face down, Kansas Toto-style,
to Kremlin oligarchy ...
didn’t take much to bend with Washington wavy subservience
It’s an Idaho russet Ruskie crying shame
Couch the Benedict-ion omelette breaking news:
Missy Freedom done Alaska huskie hussy sold herself
to be a Soviet satellite skirt muzzled tramp mule
Red power mode
has taken cyber control of all voter confidence
White digital bar-code
activate the Manchurian self-destruct sequence
Blue logo brand ruble sold,
keeps the general populace straddling the fence
As they reality TV see their loose Lady Liberty
make a Texas loan star barracuda bow face
Proud North Dakota woman bending her knee,
acknowledging her Bolshevik bastard place
It’s a Kentucky bourbon crying shame
Democracy kissing the Politburo Czar ring
Bluegrass filly ruling class
selling the masses out for the Balaam green
Capitol Hill Star Spangled silent gag,
money mutes on a Pavel dog Con-stitutional prostitute
Wavy anthem cloth used as a snot rag,
Molotov noses following the Red Pied Pier booger flute
My, oh my ...
Marx Twain subversive tweet sweet apple pie!
Collaborator citizens being called patriotic comrades
Eating the Stalinist straw buries,
spit sprinkled with
Chernobyl pyramid scheme
propaganda whipped cream
Traitor taste the Taps Blue Fibbing beer,
free-market funeral dirge price gouge overflowing,
in the white Lenin toe-tag black body bag aisle
While the Ukraine lobbyist piggies
are covetously Crimea coffer crying
Oh, Nevada bordello bosom alligator weep ...
let the Alabama tick tears leech flow
down those Florida lemon-squeezed cheeks
It’s a New Mexico caliente green chile crying shame —
Them neo-Anazazi, gun-clicking squatters
getting a Wounded Knee ice gulag reservation claim
Lady Liberty doing an Independence bow face,
it’s a thirteen stripe, Siberian mongrel disgrace
Categories:
collaborator, allusion, imagery, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
SERENA - LOST TO ME – STORM
Collaborator
Vanish to thin air
Ban this poet
What reason that’s fair?
Why ban me?
I am not Steve
Two simple questions
Left unanswered , like you don’t believe
Spoken conversation?
Never was the last.
Never have we spoken
Now or in the past.
I just wanted to create
Poetic fusion
But you mistook me
For your ex, for whom you hate.
Took my contribution as an insult.
Now that I realize, it is far too late.
To Serena Storm, who I assume banned me from her poetrysoup page, because I can’t see any of her stuff. Serena I am who I say I am and I am not who you think.
Categories:
collaborator, absence, conflict, confusion, storm,
Form:
Free verse
*For Carol Brown's Story Time Contest ..
My First New Car
I grew up a poor country girl living on the out skirts of town. We would move every year like
the military form place to place and house to house within in the same little town of
Turbevile. There weren't many neighbors, so me and my siblings, two boys and five girls,
spent most of our time roaming the woods for fruits and berries. We played all the out door
games we knew and created some of our own. Those were the days of innocence and
youthfulness. A world filled with ignorance and bliss we didn't know exist, but is very aware
of its existence today as we are all now adults with children of our own, except for one of my
sisters who suffer life's tragic deception as a early teen. We never imagine the life we live
today filled with deception, suffering and pain.
I bought my first new car a 1989 white Ford Festiva with a stick in the floor back in 1990.
The salesman that sold it to me took me on a drive and taught me to drive it before selling it
to me. It had 50 miles on it. I jerk and shut off all the way home, but I love that car. The
dealer gave me $800 dollars down to pay off my 1960 blue Chevy Corvette. It looked bad
and I only had it for a few months. I sold it to my younger sister after teaching her to drive
it. Those were the good old days.
Happily they paid off my old car like they promise :) I had rebuilt my old Chevy with new
parts and it only needed a new collaborator and it would have been a new car with an old
body. When I went back in two weeks to pay my $100 cash down payment it was sold and
they were very happy with me because what they thought was a lemon wasn't.
My first new car was in both my parents names then and this year they helped me get
another new car in both their names a 5 years old low mileage Chevy Aveo with low
payments because they got really good credits.
The moral of this story, put your faith in Jehovah, treat Mom and Dad right, and they will be
their for you years later when you need them the most.
Categories:
collaborator, socialcar, house, me, old,
Form:
Bio