Spring Muse Poems

Rosa the gem of flowers
the queen of every plant, 
in spring she wears her fineries, 
her beauty the eyes enchant.
 
Her colours are so attractive...

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       here comes her crowning
    astir whilst mine defends hern
      ...

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			I.

What rare delight it is, when spring and youth,
     pregnant with life, explode all o'er again!
When sex organs mature, and know...

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tender buds sprout on persuasive branches, spring
all the birds, tremble with anticipation
most gather round the feeder while others sing
hungry souls are enthralled by God’s creation

wistful...

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Oh my misunderstood muse - 
love and life;
It's not just a hobby -
It's my dream,
but demons in my mind 
     ...

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Unwrap my butterfly wings
Let’s see what hope brings
The bloody lies you feed me
Can’t free me, free me eternally

Shamelessly falling apart
Take heart or I’ll tear apart
I’m...

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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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What worth am I

in all this madness
what worth are you
in the depths 
of all this sadness

there, 
see the flight path 
to elevation 
inside the feels;...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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"Inside the Winter Wild"

Inside the Wild, 

Winter races 
towards Time 
like a runnaway train

it’s shadowy 
and dark,
yet, inside Winter, 

the wild keeps
without fail
its burning light,...

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Only for a moment, 
Does the wind blow in the frosty fragments,
Like stories woven through the gales,
Erasing the night, the pines
With a beautiful cloak of...

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Death Of A Snowflake

Irony is not lost on the dying.
As falling snowflakes no two are the same.
Endless monuments to god’s creation.
They are born in winter...

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("Stella Blue", 2023, original encaustic)

My Muse

“Does this work as a poem?”
I ask my muse washing dishes.
Yes, or no, she will say
Like an oracle at a...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse...

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In the quiet hush of winter's end,
Where snow once lay, now flowers ascend.
A whisper soft, the breezes sing,
Announcing the birth of radiant spring.

The crocus peeks...

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