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I think of her asleep at home;
Full of her warmth, I envy our bed.
Wherever all my musings roam
She follows in my head.
Always quietly
Listening, while feeling lost
In either their words
Or in all of my musings,
Although, never confusing.
Catatonic kittens
All squirelly in mind
Run like the chipmunk
And stumble like a pup
Brose through my musings
A bird on my mind
My musings launched into the stratosphere
Marching to Mars’ trending atmosphere
It's 2025
At midnight it’ll arrive
I’ll be taking time out in the new year
What do you think
How should one
Emphasize
The little bit
One has to say
Garnish
Highlight
Colour, no can't say that
And if I used the word
Embroider my musings
You would think
I don't know
My gender
every blade of grass has a memory
each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing
I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves
purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look
when another day begins
with cold, grey, overcast skies
foreboding shivers the mind...
uncertainty looms
clouds may mirror my musings
but, nevertheless, I scan
the sky searching for golden
streaks and blue demesnes
My
musings
move and breathe.
They animate
as words are inspired
from a magical place,
a paint palette full of thoughts.
Possibilities are endless...
I am the mistress of mosaics;
collages of symbols and syllables!
Susan Ashley
July 15, 2017
somewhere lost behind my musings
one two three
let's count them all
while all rhyme and comprehension
swan dive spirals
as it falls
somewhere in the secret synapse
four five six
negotiate
while all thoughts and disposition
still remind me
I was late.
intimate season abode
snow gateway
towel
sands at sundown
veranda
keep an eye out
in the roadways
I bore a portrait
because it ne'er was
keep it veiled
in the cloud
from my musings
only this
Wandering verdict
echo
unused passion
Written: September 27, 2022
Thoughts on random things;
Things that I love,
Thoughts from my dreams;
Dreams that I crave,
Thoughts from my memories;
Memories that make me,
Thoughts about my ideas;
Ideas that define me,
Thoughts from my musings;
The musings I did,
Thoughts that form words;
The words I write.
The Chosen
Miracle Man Thoughts
12-25-2021
Year 2021, and Christmas Day,
my awaking thoughts are frozen.
Not on gifts or Santa’s sleigh,
my musings rest on the chosen.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
“The gift is to the giver, it comes back most to him.”
Walt Whitman
Looking in places
Beyond my discomfort
Searching,
Searching again
For that Poem to tie
All the meanings together
Making sense
Of a rainbow unbent
Giving up to the music
Beyond sight of the flame
Where disorder
Now rules the day
A word becomes fertile
In the womb of my memory
And my musings reborn
—once again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The Face
By: Tom Wright
1-4-2019
I see a face that I barely discern,
like a ghostly shadow in poor light,
And zephyrs carry a voice that disturbs the silence.
As thoughts gravitate toward this unknown,
My musings clutch a far away place.
In another day, another time,
Perhaps this person was more than just an acquaintance.
Today, Its a memory of one since passed
That's best left interred.
My Musings
To those below, I'm just a star
that twinkles in the night.
So many million miles away,
I should be out of sight.
Producing my own heat and light,
I twinkle down to earth.
Inside my core the gases churn
through my celestial girth.
My night sky world of beauty is
amazing to behold,
and unlike those who live below
I'll never feel the cold.
The time will come-we stars do die,
and others born to light the sky.
Consider me a poet, please
An artist of a craft
I’ll make you cry, I’ll drive you wild
I’ll even make you laugh
I hope you like my musings
For as often as I write
My purest of intentions
Is to give you all delight
From where the inspiration
Secret places known
But I’ll share everything my friends
So together, talents hone
And when I lay to slumber
I’ll dream with all of you
Of the heavenly inspirations
That we wish could all come true
I'm wide awake, listening to the roar.
My musings become a glowing rainbow.
I lie pique designing vile dreams offshore.
I dream of an ominous sky shadow
Away from the ad nauseam skid row.
As political cases broach their peak.
To load airwaves with the rowdy prevail
Irritating and feeble header seek
While I slept, I grasped the heaven exhale
Moans were roundly rejected by the meek
Written: February 1st 2022
When asked if I could have a single wish
I clear my mind and make my musings still--
What things have been important to me? Friends.
So many wants entangle us, but still
No other blessing can sustain like friends,
No matter who or where, or what we wish.
We once were close, moreso than other friends,
But now we are estranged; I dearly wish
That you were central to my cosmos still,
And wish that we were still the best of friends.
February 15, 2019
I’m staring at my notebook;
The page is lined but blank.
I’m like the driver with no map
Or gas within the tank.
I’ve got the engine started
But I have no place to go,
So I’m sitting here in neutral
With my spirits sinking low.
It doesn’t happen often
That my mind will not engage,
Yet my musings somehow managed
To get words upon the page.
It’s almost time for typing,
For what finally seems clear
Is that sometimes simply idling
Is enough to get in gear.
Some of my poems are truly inane.
Screeching, preaching, a run away train..
Impulsive poetry is to blame.
It's just my style. I'll sign my name.
It's never racist.
It doesn't seek to defame and
none of my musings would ever proclaim,
to "make America great again".
Poetry soup is a haven, a safe space.
It's certainly not a Presidential race..
If America wants a President with a.d.d.
and lots of extra energy.
Put my name on your ballot,
as I'll come with poetry..