The poets well
The poet dips his bucket of thought
Into the well of invading darkness,
Thirsting a spark of eternal light
He drinks from his own reflection
But the consumption is just a taste
Of that void of inspiration
Where the fires ease and waste
Before his true conception.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I need inspiration
I need inspiration like rolling hills and roaring thunder
I need inspiration like humanity's fatal blunder
I need inspiration of the purest kind
Where both the dark and the light are defined
I need inspiration to spark the flame of imagination
I need inspiration that could rouse an entire nation
I need inspiration like a roaring fire
The kind of inspiration of which I'll never tire
Please love be my inspiration
You love, are the light of my imagination
With those emerald eyes that are so serene
Your tempting words which set the scene
Your candied lips and gentle breath
That soul of yours with its endless depth
Come my love, explore with me
There is so much we've yet to see
On our journey we shall inspire that dullest of imaginations
And your love will be my eternal inspiration
poem by Jade Hymora
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Bucket T
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Found her in a barn in tennessee
I paid five bucks for my bucket t
Took me three years of sweat and blood
To clean off all that tennessee mud
Chorus:
My bucket t (bucket t)
Bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
T t t... bucket bucket bucket...
Cruise down the street in front of school
I wanna rev it up but I gotta be cool
Drivin down the road Ill get my kicks
Apoppin the clutch and aslippin the sticks
[chorus]
I was right, too, shes first in her class
Theres nothing on the freeway she dont pass
All the girls want to take a ride with me
But theres only one seat in my bucket t
[chorus]
song performed by by Who
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Bucket Kicker
What rhymes with bucket?
'That depends.
Is the bucket empty?
And
Is there anyone kicking it? '
Let's say the bucket is full.
And it is being carried?
'In a Porshe?
Or a Mercedes? '
You know
Sometimes I wonder why,
I bother to ask you anything!
'Oh
So 'you're' the kicker?
That should be obvious.'
Why is it obvious now?
'Well,
If a bucket is struck by a kicker out of luck
And that bucket is not picked up,
That bucket struck aint worth
What's being dumped into it from an outhouse.'
What's an outhouse have to do with it?
'That's for you to figure out
That bucket I'm going to carry
Is going to be in the trunk of my limousine.'
Thank you.
But that doesn't rhyme with bucket
'My plucked duckets
In the trunk of a limo
Sitting filled to the brim
In my golden bucket
And your hands aint around
Or near enough to touch it
Uh, I don't know about you
But that sounds very poetic to me
And you can fuss and cuss,
While kicking your bucket all you want
Thank you for your inspiration.'
No problem.
I just know from now on
Not to ask you anything
'I'm cool with that
Bucket kicker.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Latch-key Lifted
Loose-leaf sheets in sparkling white
acquire an extra light tonight
draw inspiration, touch and taste
through thought waves which won’t run to waste.
Kaleidoscope of colours bright
opens up the heart’s delight.
latch-key lifted, interlaced
are letters, spilling in their haste,
overflowing to invite
reflections razor sharp which might
penetrate beyond time chased,
from fetters free, as words are placed...
Voyage through the poet’s lyre
as thought waves echo ever higher.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Just A Taste
Come meet The God of Eternity, just taste Truth and you’ll see,
Just how sweet it is to your soul, as you stand with Him in awe,
In awe of what He’s done for us, through His Son, Christ Jesus,
Who had left His Eternal Throne, to make sinners His very Own.
The love of Christ is wonderful, reaching even that darkest fool,
Giving those who’re in the dark, His loving light through a spark,
A spark to take them of the night, into the Lord’s Glorious Light,
The saving light of Jesus Christ, which grants to them a new life.
In only takes but one small taste, to realize that it is not a waste,
To go ahead with a positive nod, to look into The Word of God,
About the Truths of God’s Son, which were written for everyone,
Just why He came into the world, the Truth today that we herald.
Of how by God’s matchless love, He had left His Throne above,
To come down onto this earth, through a prophesied virgin birth,
The Eternal God, yet born a man, to bring God’s Salvation Plan,
Good News to men everywhere, when tasted, you too will share.
That Goodness, of The Lord God, everywhere upon earth’s sod,
When you come to know your place, and God’s abundant Grace,
Your heart and soul will rejoice, as in Truth you lift up your voice,
Saved by Christ from Adam’s fall, you too, in Him will be in awe.
A Journey Of A Poet
A journey begins with
A thought in our mind
Words are chosen and formed.
Lines of poem
Well Written with meanings
With words of emotions and expressions
A poet starts with
An inspiration of mind,
An aspiration in soul mind
With reflection
On our life experience
We start to
Compose some
Wonderful poetry
Expressing our innermost thoughts
With deep contemplation
To put them in poetry words
A journey begins when
A poet takes his imagination
To a place where
No one ever dream or imagine before.
A poet's journey ends by
Writing another lovely poem
And deep reflection
A poet remains
As a poet
When he or she
Continue to
Write and Share
lovely poems with the world.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Here And Now
As the light continues to go out, we need to be vigilant, not pout,
Or get angry about a dark time, as this isn’t for us, God’s design,
For that window soon may close, for God to use those He chose,
As God’s Light to pierce the dark, or used by Him as just a spark.
That spark that others may need, when The Truth is what we heed,
Letting the Spirit to channel concern, while others listen and learn,
To The Truth, God has taught us, as His Spirit we follow and trust,
Living our days solely for Him, as His Light in the darkness of sin.
There is plenty to get angry about, but, The Truth we must get out,
While things get darker my friend, for we are approaching the end,
The end of the time we live in, to share the Truth we’ve been given,
Being Christ’s Light of this world, His Truth is what we must herald.
Not man’s empty ways anymore, but, Truth that leads to The Door,
With that Door being Jesus Christ, Who offers all men Eternal Life,
Where darkness won’t have a part, when from this earth we depart,
To reign forever with the only King, who rules far above everything.
So as dark men seem to prevail, it’s The Eternal King, who we hail,
Who will cause darkness to cease, as He brings us Eternal Peace,
And our only duty here and now, isn’t to know every why and how,
But, point lost men to the place, so God’s Truth they too embrace.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Burning Inspiration
I have a lot of inspirations
That keep me going.
I guess you can say my inspirations are my family and a few teachers.
But there's one inspiration that stands out above all,
And that is the one I love.
She's the only one I want to impress.
She's my everything.
Above all she's the one that matters most.
To compare her to anything would be a sin.
I love her with all my heart and soul.
I love EVERYTHING about her.
She's my spark of fire.
My burning inspiration.
The light in my darkness.
She's my irreplacible everything.
poem by Sam Popeil
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Light & Darkness
I remember light dimmed without darkness and darkness dimmed without light if you think about it there would be no light if there were no darkness, darkness needs lights, and light needs darkness, is that why heaven and hell do not fight, there calm but why.... they are enemies no? ....but even enemies know how to maintain balance... this light there is darkness on it... i see why.... what is light without darkness, if there were no darkness how would there be a light....... it would be a void of emptiness, thank you hells thank you heavens, thank you demons, thank you angels you know we must last so you maintain balance, you know of light and darkness......
poem by Richie Rampershad
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World Poetry Day
In the starry darkness of the night sky
The inspired poet’s rhymes fly.
They are quietly dreaming to live in a book,
For everyone to see the poet’s outlook.
Poet’s stanzas freely fly as rhymed constellation,
Spreading the light of the poet’s inspiration.
So, today, on World Poetry Day, my congratulations
To all those who know the sense of trochee and pentameter,
Who would like to see our Earth as a safe shelter,
Who are married to the muse and are never confused
To write and to show, even in a gloomy day, the bright way.
I therefore wish to all the poets:
Do not lose your inspiration!
Lyric is your revelation!
Let the round dance of words
Live with you as a favor of Gods!
Express yourself for Humanity
In the moments of creativity.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 21st of March,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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An Absence of Light
Aimlessly roaming all the day, desperately searching to find a way,
A way to make all things right, only to stumble back into the night.
Darkness invades all their sight, all because of an absence of light.
They begin stumbling along the way, even in the middle of the day.
Whether in the day or the night, friend, there’s only One True Light.
That Truth we continue to herald, Christ is The Light of The world.
All those who come into His Light, no longer stumble in the night.
Many refuse to come to His Light, because their deeds are not right.
Friend you can walk in the Light, whether it is the day or the night,
Just as Christ is in the Light, and we have fellowship in His Might.
Fellowship in The Living Word and a voice until all men have heard.
Let Christ’s Light fill your walk and The Living Word fill your talk.
You are a light set upon a hill and placed by Christ to do His will.
You are the light of the world, with the message of life to herald.
You are a preserving salt; to share the Truth we’ve been taught.
Sharing this one Eternal thought, life less Jesus comes to naught.
We have one urgent light to send, to all the darkness in the end.
The only way one finds this light, is at the cross of Jesus Christ.
If you remain in the dark my friend, Eternal Darkness is your end,
But, come into The Light of Christ, and you will gain Eternal Life.
An Abyss of Faith
I leapt from the precipice of reason
Into the supernal abyss of faith.
Uprising on the winds of mystical contemplation,
Discharging all senses and actions of thought,
I came into a darkness, a darkness that is beyond light,
Without seeing and without knowing, to see and to know
That which is beyond sight and wisdom.
Through the abstraction of the essence of all perception.
I rose into a void of nothingness, the quintessential darkness,
That outshines and obliterates the light of all rational things.
A darkness not caused by the absence of illumination
But, caused by a profusion of light that blinds
And dazzles the spirit with super radience.
Unaware of ego and self, I was beyond boundries
and limitations, free of physical obstructions.
I was veiled in an obscurity of permeating and profound
Secret Silence.
In the eternal calm, I realized the Divine principle
By which all living things exist. I found myself;
The I Am of the He is.
(Free Verse)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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In the kingdom of consumption the citizen is king. A democratic monarchy: equality before consumption, fraternity in consumption, and freedom through consumption.
quote by Raoul Vaneigem
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Come Here - Light
After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free
Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day
Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Lack of Inspiration is Inspiration Enough
One touch;
One thought;
One thought fragment..
It's enough to spark the flame
Soon becoming a conflagration
Tearing through my veins
And burning at my finger tips
Until I type the
One poem
That releases the sparks that day generated
But there is always going to be
One time
That series of uneventful events
Where you can predict the unpredictable,
The inspiration is uninspired,
And previous ideas aren't important
An idea is only relevant if it is being thought upon
And every waking morning is an idea,
A flicker of inspiration,
Waiting to be that
One thought fragment;
One thought;
One touch..
poem by Maylee Bossy
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Substance
Today, this pen has the chance,
Its moment of eternal worth -
To weave some words of Substance,
Perhaps in Wisdom, carried forth.
One opportunity to touch and be
A blessing, with Inspiration write,
Messages of Hope, of nature's Beauty-
Images abound for thought and sight.
It will not waste its time or purpose
For days are leaves that soon may fall.
Its ink may dry and in Death, repose
Till then, it remains true to its call.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Selling a Poets Mind
Devoted to writing the words of poetic inspiration
I offer my mind as soul payment
Some say it’s a madness of strange conception
I claim a quiet misunderstanding
To follow each emotion with such intent
Expressing and expanding beyond reason
That I may flower in bloom a thought
Far beyond its own conception
I whore out my heart to illustrations
To better depict that which I seek to serve
A flow of endless poetic verse
Seemingly I have become detached
From a world I may never have knew
And so in my indifference
Some say I carry a strange madness
Perhaps I do, perhaps I do
For I am devoted to writing the words
Of poetic and beautiful inspiration
If my mind is the fee of creation
Then to poetry I shall cash in
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Poet
Darkness,
behind the cloak.
Random words spewed
Subconscience thought,
so obscure their meaning
'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.
Eerie blackness
within a wretched,
reckless soul
reveals the heart of men
but you,
eyes open, don't blink
'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.
The day of light
when darkness passes
Brilliant stars
hide beyond the heavens.
But all you know is hell
'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.
Be anything...,
a janitor,
a carpenter,
an accountant,
a fry cook.
Never become a poet.
Stay numb. It's easier.
Unless you want to feel.
Than be prepared for
internal turmoil.
Turmoil, most common
men could never bare.
'Why would anyone want
to be a fuckin' poet? '
I ask.
God knows, I'm not one.
They're all fuckin' sissy's.
Everyone knows that.
T. Labbe`
The Radiance Of Pure Being
In the light of another sun
much brighter than this one
there no darkness is ever seen
as the mind of thought is clean.
When the ladder is climbed to that domain
what any go there with except love is vain.
Everything else may or can exist below
which is only what this light does show.
There is the Radiance of Pure Being
the like of which few are ever seeing.
A very rare experience by actual sight is had
as the mind is bewildered but the soul is glad.
Intellect and reason have been left behind
as all else except to that light one is blind.
Intuition or direct perception is the means
whereby the mind at its own source gleans.
Any limitations and divisions there don’t exist
only the effulgence of True Light does persist.
Though we receive light and warmth from the stars, moon and sun
all the light in the universe put together can’t ever equal That One.
Could it be That from which all of existence flows
as time and space by mind’s true reflection shows
and whatever seen here is the becoming of That which forever is;
in tangible finite shape or form a manifestation of The Infinite is?
The Radiance of Pure Being is also the essence of everyone’s soul
and so is seen after self effort and grace have performed their role.
To live through all of our days in life and be ignorant of That Light
isn’t what any of us have been born for in this world or given sight.
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Note:
This poem relates to an experience vouchsafed to me while staying in the ashram of Swami Muktananda Paramahansa back in 1978. It was almost 20 years after that time the words or inspiration came to write about it.
poem by George Krokos
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Staccato Corrida García Lorca Shot
are you already dead
slain symbolism pierced
staccato corrida García Lorca shot
bull hero philosophy hide arenas cheered
flesh ad bone shifting cape elite confused
quivering muscles mouth viscous blood-red
law spurned poet dramatist painter stirred
expert pianist guitar player classically skilled
poetic phenomenon freedom liberty sacrifice taught
light a thousand flamenco fires of darkness reason confronted
thou are but subterranean biology like all matter endowed
with but a spark of lust life easily ambushed betrayed snuffed
Extract from the poem ‘A Thousand Flamenco Fires’ by Terence George Craddock
poem by Terence George Craddock
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