When Muses Sing
The first time he heard, the muses singing, his father was busily writing. When he looked, the poetic words amazed
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The first time he heard, the muses singing, his father was busily writing. When he looked, the poetic words amazed
Read more‘Often as poets, we seek inspiration from experience, from what we see and sometimes from art that touches us, seems
Read moreAnd so falls the stone, pillars of the soul, and what defences were maintained, crumble at your very gaze, your
Read moreHuman is my name Being is my existence My essence is permanent And yet mysteriously fluid Without classification Or measurement
Read moreMy Laura’s Raven Midnight is a time pondered by so many, who fear the unknown and get such delight? with
Read moreThe writer’s intention is always to captivate his reader, hold their attention so they cannot put the book down until
Read moreWhat brings us joy is the simplicity of emotion, experiences that soothe our soul, warm our heart and fall gently
Read moreWelcome to Day Light spattered dusty boards live with a stretching creak, as empty sideways glasses glint, their rouge stained
Read moreA Day Goes By I know it’s boring but I have to share it anyways and wonder what would
Read moreAuthors Note… ‘I think for a poet, it’s good to revisit some older works. It gives us an indication as to what
Read moreBottling Up Time … It would be wonderful – to bottle up precious moments. To let them out when our
Read moreDungeons so deep below … My Mask of Madness By the dark of night I’m taken over water to dungeons
Read moreDancing Leaves … It hasn’t been too clear, the world too green, skies a brilliant blue and white clouds drifting
Read moreDark Horse I gave it all up there is little that you can understand Nor for instance do I but
Read moreWalking the road of life,
Read moreLeft Bleeding … He could still feel, that evil thorn, that had pierced his heart, he rued the day –
Read moreAnother Memory … With each new day that passes – let’s make a memory. Let’s make the good times last
Read moreThe Undead Poets Society Forevermore: This a tribute to poets of all ages, sexes, races and color, “Poetry is not
Read moreReflection of Myself … Is only a reflection of myself and my stubborn pride that looks back at me
Read moreLust In a time of peace Whispers of absolute power Corrupting the mind Distorting the truth Outrage Believing without
Read moreAlways Believe in Love … Have you ever counted the stars above? Have you ever considered how many ways
Read moreTogether we, minds akin, lives woven far less than sin, to imbue the joy of being, of seeing life for
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