Muse Poems

Nature trail extends for miles
Surrounded by wetlands and lakes
Each step I take brings me closer
To an old plantation, where I climb the stiles

For it was here that slaves once toiled
To raise and harvest sugar cane
Their cries and moans can still...Read More

i walked in
through the
open double

doors 

and heard 
a disembodied
voice ask what can

i do

you for
as car
hoods

were

left open
as mouths
at a dentists

and

other cars
were on lifts
being examined

letting out

bodily fluids as if
a proctologist
snapping off

her gloves

speaks saying
let it all run out
then after we will

refill

but i at...Read More

i'm not sure
how pain
killers
work

how do they
when swallowed
know where to follow
the quickest path to just that

that very spot
other then 
being dis
tracted

by finger joint
pains and only
lower back pain
but how do they

really
know
that
it's

my
heart
that is
broken...Read More

i find
myself
waking
crying

i find
myself
lost and
feel the

weight
of dying
why i
can't

move
even
more
makes

me think
of you in
a night
sweat

regretting
that you
can't
move

either...Read More

i start to hear
the nervous
tapping of
rain fingers
on the roof
above me

thinking
the world
must be
stressed
to cause
such a

thing but then
the ozone has
a hole in its 
head and
not self
inflicted

no one believes
in climate change
and mistakingly
names it global
warmer so don't
bother or worry

but here it is
february and
instead of
soft...Read More

On a darkened night in a full moon's glow 
Alone, I walk, on a midnight stroll 
Along the trail, where Old Buck roams 
A path of footprints deep in snow 

An old wise owl's echoing hoots 
Sticker bushes, made- rabbit's...Read More

So these are it. The poems from and 
about my trip. Thanks to all who have
taken the time to read these, and especially
to those who have made comments. I do 
apologize for not reading or commenting on 
other's poetry during...Read More

my feet are on
the floor as
the plane
rolls

down the run
way and at
some point
a feeling

of giving way
let's me lift
off of the
ground

now i'm
looking
down
on

clouds...Read More

Verse 1:
When the sun peaks from the mountains,
It peaks from my windowpane of pain
I can feel the rain as it goes oh so insane
I am crying, crying, crying many fountains
Trying, trying, trying to find where you been

Pre-chorus:
Sputtering, sputtering, sputtering like...Read More

putting my
backpack 
back on 
my back
takes me
back to
days
past

i can't re
tire because
i've never been
tired of this kind
of living which 
always gives
me not a
feeling

of a rush
but one of
slowing down
the pace and
knowing that
somehow i've
been here
before

life of
a once
i was
told i
was
an
old
soul
...Read More

The Hero, Raven, Poe And First Encounter,
Part Two , Of Three, Dedicated To Master Poe 
 
 Dying massive suns, exploding black moons,
loaded guns, death arriving far too soon.
Anguish, oozing pain, sad pitiful cries
rotting remains, under pallid grey skies,
Crimson puddles...Read More

in my pocket
i have five
thousand
pesos

in my heart
i am infinitely
poor for
no more

Cartagena

no more

you
...Read More

a muse is
thought of
as a god
dess like
being so
i came
to this
city to
see for
myself

my only
sadness
that will
turn to
longing 
is that i 
must
leave

today...Read More

as if on death
row asking what
last meal before
the eternal
flight

what better
in Colombia
then Mexican
where i can
still use my

bad
Spanish...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

it's the eighth
day that i've
been here
now the
ninth
day

of

the
month
and the
moon is full
though i'm in
my hotel room

i know 

above 
my roof
top there
is a lunar
pull that
lifts me 

and
makes
the gecko 
speak...Read More

time tried to touch
my shoulder but
i stepped ahead
not wanting him
to drag me behind

then i realized i
should have let
him keep me
back instead of 
me quickening

the pace not
wanting to race
but run away
with
you...Read More

night ends
all shadows

but street 
lights begin 
creating new

cathedral steps
become my seat

with the sun 
now set i sit 
looking as

passerbys make
no eye contact

yet i see
the man
selling

water and
the rainbow

dressed women
with fruits of
other colors

selling tastes
of sweetness

and selling to
take a photo
with them

the bell tolls
so...Read More

i caught
what we
we're talking
about finding out

perhaps 
i was pate 
spread on cracker
pieces that fell into my

beard but
i heard what
i thought was an
open and shut case but

not my
place to say
hey i think i knew
this from before but not

knowing when
before was and...Read More

i just
paid
more
for a
glass
of wine
then i did
to gain entry
into the modern

museum of art
Cartagena
Colombia
twenty
twenty...Read More

greeted by
the owner

the owner
is the waiter

the chef is
the owner's

wife welcoming
us as if family

one of four
tables to

fill the
frame

begins a
pitcher

filled
red but

with fruit
then next

two glasses to 
be drunk from

for as the
order is being

made as is
added shadows

of a simple
tapas plate

proudly served
happily received

the sangria
agrees with

my...Read More

from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly

into a 

restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp

for i

i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico

and even

the wine was 
from Italy so
after paying
my bill

instead

of using
the usual
gracias i just 
had to say

grazie...Read More

We slowly drove he knew no haste
Not a grain of urgency did he have
My watch told me that we were late
Of all the days to pick time to waste.

A friends buriel we were due to attend
And now I was beginning...Read More

William Shakespeare: Carcass

The remnants of virtue used and earned,
eternal and the extent of such,
vainglory is measured thusly so,
so be it, a valued lesson learned.

Should beauty pleasure men so justly,
and fair maidens make their faces glow,
tempestuous journey lies before,
for the wise...Read More

In the black forests of my mind,
Where the seeds of experience 
Have become the trees of memory,
Searching those dark woods I find

Too many trees have aged in shame,
Standing grey and gaunt before me,
Muttering from leaf to leaf
Their morbid curses on...Read More