January Muse Poems

You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin
The sugary sap of my poetic pen
And the sole labyrinth of my soul
You inspire me and I adore you.

You are...

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Roses are red, or purple, or pink
an artistic palette in colors that link.
Petals unfurl in radiant hues
a vibrant symphony—amor’s untamed muse.

Red blossoms, a fiery embrace
passion...

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Have I let
her down again
Have I failed
once more
Have I jumbled
up the words
Have I graded 
poor
Have I taken her
for granted
Have I missed
the mark
Have I disappointed
one
—who pulled...

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On gossamer wings
she glides through neon moonbeams
singing while I weep.

Lovely muse - I should chase you ...
but cold Earth claims me again.


21 January 2024...

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"Contrary to Imagination, Fancy ignores logic."
-- a logical lyricist of an eye discerning

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Now, once upon a summer dusk...

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we’re spoon fed 
being breathed
by God’s breath

our mind thinks
and heart feels
misaligned

scripts we weave
hypnotic
delusion

27-January-2023

Tricube...

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the void bounces off ideas
which we imbibe
who then is the author
of words we pen

25-January-2023...

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eyes tire
yet our muse
renews its beat

if we pause, we do
if we write, we do
so we flow

24-January-2023...

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My love, my all
My friend, my soul
When I say I love you
It is not a joke
It's not a sad laughingstock
It is my heart that sings...

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if all be one
like the sunlight
why run around

19-January-2023...

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superficial courtesies
hollow social chatter 
mundane inanities
are so wearisome 

let’s go extempore
rid of habit patterns
free from all bondage
in communion with soul

16-January-2023...

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I just stood bewildered, staring
Specks of the sky slowly pass through the glass
Adding a frosty sheen to the scene
A soft, creamy dew passes through.

A boy standing...

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slow down thought flow
feel heart glowing
mellow soul sings

08-January-2023...

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*Image of Freedom Pub

Freedom Pub

Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.

Emancipated...

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we are here, in the physical
God is omnipresent
hence he too must be here
within our heart
which is why it beats
as our breath and blood
which is why...

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