Tis Not the Muse at All
It is not a muse that leaves us, abandons us when words cease to rise, it is our connection with
Read moreInspirational poems are about finding creative or spiritual inspiration. Examples are: His poetry is inspired by nature. A poem about how her belief in herself (or her faith) healed her. A poem about how a dog adopted a homeless kitten, which inspired a human to learn about love and caring. A poem about someone who continued to pursue their goal overcoming all obstacles.
It is not a muse that leaves us, abandons us when words cease to rise, it is our connection with
Read moreThe eyes of the eternal stare relentlessly into my soul, as if I am tissue paper, a diaphanous mold without
Read moreFar less of a burden the clarity of disclosure, able to relent on the fears that preclude us from being
Read moreForever in the rear mirror, in eloquent whispering to remind, the past draws our consciousness to reminisce, to remember in
Read moreInnately carried within each human soul, the potential of the divine, a seed of extraordinary possibility, and in acknowledging it
Read moreDull this winter lament, this hibernation, world seen through window panes, and the chill attests the receding into warmer states
Read moreWhat muse abides me, sits quietly advising this silent process, this cerebral rotation of gleaned truths, and how is it
Read moreI ask why and stumble, I ask why me and crumble, I contend and let anger ride, or I accept
Read moreEach stepping stone to want is a distraction, a temporary malaise quashed, and they come and go, never really giving
Read moreIn the hands of providence or the dull blade of shifting winds, judgement s are made by those with whom
Read moreIn flight thoughts despaired find favor in freedom’s release, and no weighted burden can hold down the will to speak,
Read moreTruth cannot dispel the ruse of belief, when minds so immovable cannot reap outside those parameters, held so deeply with
Read moreIt’s always been this way, life so complex has its ways, and within all life one can recognize the hand
Read moreThe temple of my inner self is quenched for all that in hope is felt, and sustained I am by
Read moreThe whisper comes unexpectedly, like a soft breath on the arch of my neck, and in afferent surrender the words
Read moreNo thought required, the earth breathes, it simply is, and remains in a complex network of ever-decreasing, ever-increasing manifestations of
Read moreI am but a humble word smith, a heart tainted by human ineptitude, but a soul enlivened to speak, and
Read moreBeauty still reaches the heart with effervescence, a sense of wonderment and appreciation, yet soured are the days by ugly
Read moreClouds decay in a seamless fading sky, wisps so finely scattered high, the sun at its zenith pales the blue
Read moreThe more I squirm, the more I realize how pointless it is, and the more I accept the inequities of
Read moreHow we grapple with right, what we feel aligns with our beliefs, and that very equity between the both determines
Read moreI’ll testify to no more than a modicum of sin when I were a lad and mischief was in, I
Read moreNo matter the reasons, what we choose in life plays out in our lives as a consequence, cause and effect
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