Dance unrehearsed
Dance unrehearsed, keep spirits high
Thoughts but bind and confine
Plunge into the void, wingless fly
With call of love align
To feel complete and whole
Let’s connect with our soul
And fulfill our life role
To quench heart’s thirst
Dance unrehearsed
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Categories:
unrehearsed, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Unrehearsed
Once head and heart merge
Our creative urge
In jest
Chooses to emerge
As soul’s muse upsurge
To test
Whether we diverge
Or still do converge
Then rest
It’s time we confessed
That our zeal and zest
Innate
Is because we’re blessed
And our fears addressed
Abate
No load on our chest
We rise to the crest
Create
Tomorrow’s too late
Why for should we wait
To rise
Heart is heaven’s gate
Where bliss beats
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Categories:
unrehearsed, muse, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Unrehearsed
Don't ever forget
it could always be worse
That could be you
in a box in that hearse
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Categories:
unrehearsed, dark, perspective,
Form: Epigram
The Muse Unrehearsed
Writing more than living,
the words in reverse
Living more than writing
—the Muse unrehearsed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
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Categories:
unrehearsed, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Unrehearsed Chaos
HE'S PUZZLING AND UNPREDICTABLE. HE SHOWS UP AT
UNAWARES.
HE'S A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. HE PLANS AND PLOTS TO
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Categories:
unrehearsed, abuse, anger,
Form: I do not know?
Soul Unrehearsed
All life is a poem,
new stanza each day
The questions unreasoned,
leaves fall where they may
My story in long hand,
the seasons in verse
Discovery my Muse,
—with soul unrehearsed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Categories:
unrehearsed, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Louisiana Scene Unrehearsed
The sun rises with unrehearsed drama
as an egrets wings its way gracefully
across the canal saturated
with lily pads near to bloom.
Nearby the cypress trees weep
in Spanish moss along the shoreline---
their knees rising daintily just above
the murky water line.
A sudden gust of wind carries with it
the fresh scent
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Categories:
unrehearsed, nature,
Form: Free verse