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By Sonnet Diva
Pushing the Muse I feel some dread
It’s time to write Muse give me more
I think perhaps that it is dead
We need a poetic encore
A dying Muse is just my fate
Responsible I push it’s weight
It’s Poetry I recreate
This waning Muse now did deflate
Begging my Muse, I want to write
A fickle Muse is all I find
Always a never-ending fight
A fickle Muse is so unkind
A writer's block hurts my ego
Inspiration coming too slow
Need something to make the words flow
Damn Muse has left me in limbo
I want to write but just can’t think
Into depression I will sink
With sudden strength I give a shove
Perhaps my Muse just needs some love
A dying Muse is just my fate
Responsible I push it’s weight
It’s Poetry I recreate
This waning Muse now did deflate
My Muse is stuck, it will not budge
I am needing more than a nudge
Won't you please lend a helping hand
For my dying Muse I can't stand
A writer's block hurts my ego
Inspiration coming too slow
Need something to make the words flow
Damn Muse has left me in limbo
Affection for My Muse Ottava Rima
By Sonnet DivaThe Muse is my object of my affection
With my demanding Muse I sit and write
Writing well together no rejection
Fantasy or darkness it’s all delight
Amassing a poetry collection
Though she does keep me up so late at night
The Muse is active and gives little peace
I must admit writing gives me release
Such a demanding yet a zany Muse
She enjoys new forms and so loves to rhyme
With Fantasy Walls pictures do enthuse
Yet writing with her is more than part time
When she wants to write simply can’t refuse
My writing with her not an uphill climb
For my zany muse I have affection
Sometime our writes bring on introspection
Often I write when I find I can’t sleep
My Muse for me often fulfills a need
The Muses words into my head do creep
My fingers have trouble keeping up speed
Yet an active Muse I’m happy to keep
After she’s done I edit and reread
A demanding wench yet we do have fun
For this team I know writing’s never done
Titania and Oberon Pantoumelle
By Sonnet Diva
Oberon and his wife do dance
Graceful his wings barely unfurl
Yet it’s not propelled by romance
On wings of love they dance away
The King of fairies and his wife
Together forever they stay
Dance together throughout their life
As through the skies they twirl and whirl
Titania remains so strong
Graceful his wings barely unfurl
The King of Fairies and his wife
As graceful as a butterfly
Dance together throughout their life
Their dance has led them to the sky
She claims that Oberon is wrong
Their disagreement is a shame
Titania remains so strong
As graceful as a butterfly
Cast in a Midsummer’s Night Dream
Their dance has led them to the sky
This couple isn’t all they seem
Both want the child and stake a claim
A dance just won’t make things alright
Their disagreement is a shame
Cast in a Midsummer’s Night Dream
Together forever they stay
This couple isn’t all they seem
On wings of love they dance away
Over many things they do fight
On wings of love merely a trick
A dance just won’t make things alright
On wings of love they dance away
Together forever they stay
On wings of love merely a trick
Titania discovers quickSonnet Diva all rights reserved
Fantasy Unicorn Ride Pantoumelle
By Sonnet Diva
Releasing dreams she’s kept inside
A Unicorn her faithful steed
She climbs aboard and takes a ride
She rides a Unicorn indeed
Her Fantasy a dream tonight
Enjoys the freedom and the speed
A midnight ride a pure delight
He travels the sky with great speed
Imagination does take flight
A Unicorn her faithful steed
Her Fantasy a dream tonight
Imagining that she can fly
A midnight ride a pure delight
Her Unicorn takes to the sky
Savoring the moment tonight
They’re flying through the field of dreams
Imagination does take flight
Imagining that she can fly
In Fantasy dreams do come true
Her unicorn takes to the sky
Up here she does enjoy the view
Her life much richer so it seems
Imagining that it is true
They’re flying through the field of dreams
In Fantasy dreams do come true
Enjoys the freedom and the speed
Up here she does enjoy the view
She rides a Unicorn indeed
New memories she will accrue
Her Unicorn speeds through the night
Imagining that it is true
She rides a unicorn indeed
Enjoys the freedom and the speed
Her Unicorn speed through the night
This Fantasy a pure delightSonnet Diva all rights reserved
Happiness MFG
By Randy Hallby MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
It seems my happiness has been recalled.
There's a slight defect in the joy-ometer,
when my smile is depressed I don't know it.
There ought to be a lemon law on happiness,
not everyone can afford fresh and brand new.
Some of us have to live with second hand blues,
painted brightly and sold by used happiness salesmen.
We often have no recourse but to use the additives,
you know, the ones that void the MFG warranty.
The additives are great for a quick pick me up and go,
but they leave you more depressed than when you started.
When my Happiness was new, it was easier to tinker with it.
I could accessorize with all kinds of fun and adventure,
climb mountains with vigor and accelerate through troubles.
Even getting stuck in the mud was mired full of laughter.
But now I'm thinking of trading it in, its gotten too melancholy.
Lackadaisical dramatic middle aged angst, looking for a way out.
Get me one of those new fangled happiness models that's sporty,
but think of the work that's involved in upkeep, naaa screw it.
I'll just keep the happiness I have, send it back for the recall.
Let them fix the joy-ometer, I can grin and fake it temporarily.
And when I get it back maybe I'll take it out for a spin in the
mountains, check under the hood and smile just for the hell of it.
It's So Hard
By Leigh Binder
The news gnomes keep informing
As pundits scream of mockery
And political zealots post every five seconds
On the current social media calendar
In a moment of boredom
That lasted several days
I joined them in a pseudo quasi freedom frenzy
Quoting Camus and Nietzsche
Searching for conspiracy under every stone pillar
Holding up the west wing which is holding up the world
At gunpoint
Looking past the inevitable folly
Handing out destruction permits
For mortared walls and mortal fools
I sipped upon black coffee
Reading all that can be attained
With the swiftness of a misplaced revolution
Endlessly it pours into the mind
Quelling introspection in the name of retrospection
Certainly we’ve heard this all before?
Degradation of the human spirit
Wholesale slavery at bargain prices
Endless war in the name of kings
Crucifixion of the saviors with a halftime show
And 3D commercials touting
Drugs that keep your dick hard
Jobs that keep your dick hard
Trucks that keep your dick hard
Vacations that keep your dick hard
Women that keep your dick hard
A scepter of fleshy splendor
Scorching the earth with jaded bombs
Heat seeking missiles and lead filled bullets
Which all look, not so surprisingly
Like pathetic penile projectiles
Looking out the window
Realizing I hadn’t contributed a single thing
A perpetual fence sitter waiting for the soft parade
I stood in the backyard and wondered
About the shape of things to come
Of course buildings would topple
Governments would crumble
Mountains would slide into the sea
And humans would one at a time and then all at once
See their last day on earth
A round globe spinning quietly
Around another globe spinning quietly
Within the vastness of space
Not a false phallic god in sight
In These Ruins
By Elizabeth Castillojust got out of a lingering dream as far as I can remember
like any other occurences in my REM state each night,
some do intrigue me and yet some leave a certain fright.
my soul floating along with some fairies in a far away place
dragging my feet to an unchartered territory, an enchanting maze
in these ruins mounts of memories came flooding in,
some quite abominable and yet some are serene.
if I could pause and edit each account of my life
no I won't remove such lessons gained even in strife
maybe I'll just utter much to my dismay,
this might have been different only if I didn't go astray.
in these ruins I will reminisce my passing days
even if some are bitter sweet mementoes if at times I'm out of grace,
these mighty pillars still standing tall here despite surmountable turbulences
symbolize how strong I have been in this journey and how my life made sense.
***poem pic courtesy of my Prince's Mystic Photo Art Blendng
The Underneath
By Tarringo Vaughan
The
Underneath
His concealed
rage reaches
through an unbreakable silence;
suffocation of his mind breathes
for a controlled balance/
and
there he stands,
his own victim, trapped
inside the casket of insanity.
Collapsed lungs
fight against the wall of internal pain.
Smothered into alertness,
his pulse beats against the respiratory
failure of his brain.
He searches for a way out;
a self
destructive soul
tortured in the hollow halls of mental chains
and colliding walls of airless grain.
He calls for
forgiveness, but echoes bounce back
into the eardrums guilt.
Sound proof
screams radiate through the tunnels
of the underneath; a world of deep darkness
where his morality has fallen,
buried alive
by the sins of his own callin’
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
Harp Angel Pantoumelle
By Sonnet Diva
Harp Angel Pantoumelle
On her Music she does depend
Feeling as if her heart will break
For it has always been her friend
Playing the Music of the Night
A haunting and sad melody
Harp Angel floats in sky tonight
For Music is her speciality
She gave her heart a big mistake
Pouring her heart out as she plays
Feeling as if her heart will break
A haunting and sad melody
For Music makes eh pain decrease
For Music is her specialty
Her broken heart, it’s her release
Rejections brought on such malaise
Immerses herself in her grief
Pouring out her heart as she plays
For Music makes the pain decrease
The Music Muse has been her guide
Her broken heart, it’s her release
Those feelings she’ll no longer hide
From heartbreak pangs she wants relief
Such feelings she can not control
Immerses herself in her grief
The Music Muse has been her guide
Harp Angel floats in sky tonight
Those feelings she’ll no longer hide
Playing the Music of the Night
She hopes the music will console
Hoping once more her heart will soar
Such feeling she can not control
Playing another sad encore
Hoping once more her heart will soar
Harp Angel floats in sky tonight
Playing the Music of the nightSonnet Diva all rights reserved
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