Tag: a-muse
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May 17, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
It was three years back
when I had met you,
you were in yellow
And I hugged you.
You gave me a rose of friendship
A touch and warmth,
I was new to this world
Together we walked . . . more
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November 25, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
A young girl wrote her first poem when she was between the ages of 8-10 yrs old. It meant so very much to her that she put it on an ornament for her grandmothers.
It went like this:
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May 13, 2008 04:49 AM EDT --
The nine Muses of Greek mythology are the goddess daughters of the great Zeus and his consort Mnemosyne , the goddess of memory.
She symbolised the memory of all great events. Even . . . more
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June 20, 2008 12:21 AM EDT --
Alerts in the colony sounded that day
as tunnel walls shook in that wonderful way.
It must be a sign, the word got around:
"The humans are on the move above ground."
The queen commissioned . . . more
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July 15, 2008 12:29 PM EDT --
Words go running round and round,
through my brain, up and down.
Sometimes, they take a darker road
or up the hill, both rocky and cold.
I follow them around . . . more
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January 16, 2008 03:33 AM EST --
I need someone to design a bioelectrical interface that lets me execute stream of consciousness writing without the need to lay fingers on the keyboard. Some kind of direct tap between the . . . more
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November 13, 2007 10:20 AM EST --
Fatherhood on Monday Morning
They are called black seedless grapes,
Cross-bred monstrosities from California
That would mock the wine-girl's delicate foot.
Each settles in the palm like a . . . more
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July 29, 2007 12:30 PM EDT --
For all my new friends.
What makes an artist create or better still what makes an artist create gloriously?
I was good scholar at school but I came alive when it was that part of our English . . . more
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February 25, 2008 12:57 AM EST --
Mariana T. has inspire me again! This time with her lovely posting of an old friend, an oak tree. She mused about the language of the wind!
Whispers
of ocean breeze
landed in leaves of oak . . . more
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April 03, 2008 04:07 AM EDT --
An aura with each shade and mood
He, w alking on the land of words
Finding Solace, attaining peace
Giving reasons to smile on the dashboards
Like . . . more
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June 28, 2008 05:57 PM EDT --
I was dealt fifteen so the question is
do I stick with this, would that be good biz?
or would it be better to take a hit?
The stress is high, I am having a fit.
I am back and forth like a tennis . . . more
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July 13, 2008 01:00 PM EDT --
CANDLES are Woman, LANTERNS are Men!
Candles show up at every birthday,
A wishing well spell, dreaming foray,
Lights up dreams in the eyes
Of little gals and guys
As they . . . more
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August 05, 2008 09:40 PM EDT --
They twinkle...
They glow...
They shine...
They gleam...
When she's up to no good
Or plotting her schemes.
They wonder...
They ponder...
They hide...
. . . more
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August 15, 2008 08:48 PM EDT --
*picture by tamtuck864
"Thalassic Journey"
© Autumn . . . more
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January 23, 2008 09:34 AM EST --
For my friend d m, whose gentle still life, Wall and Rose , inspired it.
Wall throws a warm light
For roses and deep shadows
Pour me a cool drink
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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November 30, 2006 03:27 PM EST --
Swing yourself as high
as the length of chains will go.
It is there at the top of the arc.
That split moment
of motionless, weightless thrill
before gravity claims you.
Close your eyes,
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January 20, 2007 04:36 PM EST --
((this is my first attempt at a sonnet so any constructive criticism is invited))
Why linger still upon an ice bound pond
lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry
unable to assault the fleeing . . . more
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August 15, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet: John F. Walter
Something else I am,
something, curiously more
than sorrowful ecstasy
singing in perpetual instability.
Tongue stretched out
from water's womb,
questions curled into . . . more
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September 23, 2007 09:42 AM EDT --
Dedicated To Barbary Chaapel,
My Cherished, Humming, Poetic Garden Conjurer
Slipping through
compelling maturities
& too rigorously devotional
rhythms, past-to-present
constraints . . . more
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February 19, 2008 08:31 AM EST --
Oh, Muse!
Why must you sleep?
Why must you hide
when I need you the most?
Have the words run dry?
I try and I try
to conjure you up;
You escape me!
You pester . . . more
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