Muse Poems
Red Sea
by Ghairo Daniels
RED SEA
At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
white flags drenched with rain diluted red corpuscles
sharp splinter rain kissing my life force
gasping
A silenced Aleph commanded not
......
Poet and poetry
by Aditi Hayaran
Maybe too complex to be defined by words,
Smiles so bright that hides the misery.
Maybe too deep to be understood,
An open book yet still a mystery.
Maybe the sentence unread by readers,
Always the poet, never the poetry.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Ode, To Writer's Block
by Leo Warne
Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
......
Fairies
by Max Kwoa
Impish little fairies like crisps and yellow boots,
but who could blame them.
Lounging in our realm,
while our almighty vigilance slowly reboots.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip)
Meditation Hour
by Ghairo Daniels
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
......
Red Sea
by Ghairo Daniels
RED SEA
At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
white flags drenched with rain diluted red corpuscles
sharp splinter rain kissing my life force
gasping
A silenced Aleph commanded not
......
Poet and poetry
by Aditi Hayaran
Maybe too complex to be defined by words,
Smiles so bright that hides the misery.
Maybe too deep to be understood,
An open book yet still a mystery.
Maybe the sentence unread by readers,
Always the poet, never the poetry.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Meditation Hour
by Ghairo Daniels
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
......
My Merciless Muse
by Michael J. Nappi
I stand back, and light the fuse,
hoping, to awake my muse.
She could be found anywhere,
yet, when I call her, she's not there.
In field of clover, with no pen,
my muse flies to me again.
When I'm busy, hard a work,
she teases me, what a jerk.
......
My Muse satisfies my wildest dream
by erato mymuse
It was a feeling that I’ll not forget
The day our bodies touched when we first met
and from that day I decided to choose
you to be my lovely poetry Muse.
To write many rhymes and verses to tell
of the woman who holds me in her spell.
I hope that our friendship will always last
For the verses are flowing thick and fast
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