Vent
Idea,
Insight,
Perception,
Inspiration,
Motivation,
Or just some madness?
I know not which
But it's intense
Alive and dense
And like a benign deluge
Comes it to irrigate an arid
Heart harrowed for dry season
Planting and inundates the field
Of my waiting heart
Shutting off every other desire
Even thirst and hunger
As the urge to write is ignited
Like an addict's desperate desire
For a shot to remain stable
As knowledge gathers for planting
A tap dispensing pure water
That begs to be fetched in toto
To avoid all manner of waste
And every dropp that deposits
In the receptacle of my willing heart
Glitters as a beautiful pool
But evaporates like spirit
If not quickly fetched
Intermittently it bombards me
Without notice in solemn
Visitations like wave
Eager to make love with the sea shore
At will and in total submission
Like a virtuous woman
Throw I apart the receptive
Legs of my heart
Bended by great foreplay
And capitulate everywhere
While working
While walking
While playing
While driving
While eating
While shopping
While discussing
While using the loo
While worshiping
Even while worshiping
At the altar of regeneration
For everywhere
Is my table, my pen and my paper
Ever available and ready
The orgasm you graciously confer
Makes me
Talk alone
Laugh alone
Hum alone
Shout alone
Sing alone
Mourn alone
Rejoice alone
Imprison myself in a one man jail
Without visitations and recreations
And wake in the middle of the night
To light my candle to jot down messages
Sometimes shredded in maddening anger
Paper littered everywhere
As in a mad man's lair
Some madness?
But you give me no ranting
With uncoordinated speech
Nor murmuring its spouse
But elevated and heavenly language
Like a tongue-speaking believer
Free of empty babbling
For only wisdom is dispensed
From this fountain founded
For those appointed
To drink from the everlasting
Vent of life
The crowd I follow not
But my spirit and conviction
And the steps of my sight
I follow not
But the voice of my heart
Maybe I am a fool
Maybe I am mad
Maybe I am like all prophets
Not celebrated at home
But one thing I do know
Is that the madness
Called writing has nothing
To do with much learning
That tends towards madness.
(C) Chris Jibero.2010.
poem by Chris Jibero
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Motivation
Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion
Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire
Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Bourgeois Inspiration
INSPIRATION
It isn’t where my motivation
comes from, but how it survives.
Don’t ask me about inspiration––
it breaks out sometimes, just like hives.
Inspired by a 2007 painting by the 95-year old Louise Bourgeois on which she writes: “It’s not so much where my motivation comes from but how it survives.”
1/23/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Clarity Birth Creation
sometimes what we remember perceive
is but a shadow line of horizon perception
expression dreams desires firing inspiration
these are meetings of mind infusing motivation
to birth gifts opportunities harmony in creation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Really Want to Write
I really want to write.
For years
I’ve been saying,
“I really want to write.”
I want more time,
more inspiration,
more motivation.
That’s what I’ve been saying.
I haven’t made the time,
have ignored inspiration,
and avoided motivation.
Perhaps it requires self-denial,
depravation,
pain,
sorrow, or
commitment.
Maybe I don’t want to write.
(10/23/05)
poem by Heather Darling
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Her love is my inspiration
Her love is my inspiration
Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch hers,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear her whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join hers forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have hers,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear her words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for her,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak her truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon her first,
For she is the inspiration for my Love.
Nathaniel Cole Buddington
poem by Nathan Buddington
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Once Again I Write...
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
I write to save my sanity.
I write to ease my heart.
I write to cleanse my soul.
I write to feel alive.
I write to keep my mind strong and my thoughts clear.
I write my words of sorrow, despair, pain, and love, as well as words of wisdom.
I write so that one day someone will truly know me.
This paper, this pen is once again my inspiration.
It is the inspiration to what I see.
It is the inspiration to what I hear.
It is the inspiration to what I feel.
It is the inspiration to the art I create.
It is the inspiration to what I draw.
It is the inspiration to the love for my daughter.
It is the inspiration to the love for my husband.
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
Once again I write to say thank you my timeless friends.
Thank you for saving me time and time again.
poem by Sara Jo Andrews
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Deluge
A deluge haunts a race unaware
It is larger than the one 'Noah' faced
It holds all in an embrace everywhere
It engulfs the already 'menaced'
Deluges have no hearts
They have ever been that cruel
A deluge is a nightmare of sorts
It has been on a mission dual
As you fail to see it come
The deluge laughs at you the blind
As I begin to warn you that it`s come
It tides over the realms of my mind.
A deluge leaves no hopes ahead
It is there to right a wrong yet
It will leave a silence of the dead
This deluge will leave HIM scot free you bet.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Inspiration
Inspiration can't be seen.
I mean…you can only feel it.
Your wit won't help a bit
So that to convey the feelings,
To create a real art
That comes straight from the heart,
Like a holy writ recommit
God's gift and revelation.
How do I feel my inspiration?
It's not a certain motivation,
But only my emotions
And certain commotions.
Just the same in other words:
Inspiration is like birds or …
It is something very crazy,
Something very lazy,
Something weepy,
Something very sleepy,
Something very heavy
Or impossibly high.
This something
Becomes suddenly light,
Light as a cloud, and flies,
Flies, flies, flies, flies…
Up to the moment it dies.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of September,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sweet Inspiration
Lyrics and music by dan penn and spooner oldham
I need your sweet inspiration
I need you here on my mind
Every hour of the day
Without your sweet inspiration
The lonely hours of the night
Just dont go my way
A woman in love
Needs sweet inspiration
Yeah, and honey thats all I ask, thats all I ask from you
Ive gotta have your sweet inspiration
You know there just aint no tellin what a satisfied woman might do
The way you call me baby, baby
Is such a sweet inspiration
The way you call me darlin, darlin
Sets my heart to skating
And if Im out in the rain, baby
And in a bad situation
You know I just reach back in my mind
And there I find your sweet, sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration
Oh, what a power
And Ive got the power
Every hour of the day
I need your inspiration
To go on, to go on living
To keep on giving this way
I need your sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration, sweet inspiration, sweet inspiration
Sweet, sweet inspiration
Sweet, sweet inspiration
I need, sweet inspiration
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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My Inspiration
vs.1 You've been helping me get through life,
This roller coaster full of ups and downs.
I'm so glad that you're by my side,
When those tough times come around.
I don't know what I'd do without you here,
Well, it just wouldn't feel right.
'Cause you always wipe away my tears,
That's why I'm singin' tonight.
(chorus)
Oh, you're my inspiration,
You're what keeps me goin' strong.
You're my motivation,
And you have been all along.
You always tell me it'll be okay,
Even when things go wrong.
That's why I think it's safe to say
You inspire me.
vs.2 You make me happy when I'm full of sadness,
And you put a smile on my face.
You always try and make me laugh,
I'm so glad you're here today.
(chorus)
(instrumental)
vs.3 And when it's time for you to go,
Yeah, I know it will be hard.
But I just want you to know
You'll always be in my heart.
(chorus) x 3
Yeah, you're my inspiration.
You inspire me.
No matter what,
You always will be my inspiration.
Whoooaahh...
Do, do, do, do, do, yeah :)
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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A Moment Of Clarity
Will Gift you
an insight into the world
Will Gift you
a reasoned reflective reality
Will give you a meditative poem
an insight into the meaning of shadows
the perception is always
a kaleidoscopic view
object and interaction
the beholder and the beheld
a moment of clarity
between hastily filled spaces
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ode to Shakespeare! ! !
O Shakespeare!
O Painter of the heart of Man!
The mysteries of Nature got revealed on your soul;
In vastness,
Your spirit is vaster n deeper than the oceans;
In insight,
Your glance is higher than the stars;
The spell by which you conquer hearts
Is inimitable
Even by scholars of wit and art …
The meanings of your phrases are universally alive
By the magic of your pen.
Elixir drips and trickles from the flow of your ink.
Every play of yours is enacted in every man's life.
Every verse of yours is an exegesis of nature.
Secrets get exposed by the style of your hand.
Pains and joys of every man
Voice out by your tongue.
Nature is your modest bride,
Beauty of your phrases do embellish her.
You are a weaver of intense images.
Meanings of your chants
Are neither constrained to space nor limited to time.
Sometimes you are out beyond the wit of sages
So universal are your Man's life's stages.
O Poet of the World!
Alive as you are
Will always stay alive;
The light of your fame will never die out…
poem by Shahzia Batool
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A Gentle Madness (Love Poem)
Love is a gentle madness that leaves you empty,
Giving everything and expecting nothing back.
Love is a gentle madness that makes you feel alive,
Taking pleasure in every little thing she does.
Love is a gentle madness that changes everything,
Making your life impossible without her near.
Love is a gentle madness that drowns your sorrow,
Blinding you to her perfectly obvious imperfections.
Love is a gentle madness that brings you peace,
Holding you closer than her breath each night.
Love is a gentle madness that turns your world,
Seeing only beauty as she looks into your eyes.
poem by Ian Beckett
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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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Bouyant Madness
Everyday.
That's when I 'update' my thought process.
Everyday...
There is something to add,
To a perception...
Easily outdated,
By the rush of bouyant madness.
Everyday I pray,
'Dear God...
Is it okay if I go into a rage and cuss?
Is it okay if I raise my right eyebrow...
To give my left one a rest?
Is it okay if I should punch someone in the face!
Then beg for Your forgiveness, My Father? '
Everyday...
It seems I am straying further away,
From the ideals of Mother Teresa!
And yes...
It is 'everyday' that I 'update' my thought process.
To add to a perception,
Easily outdated...
By the rush of bouyant madness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such Inspiration
Inspiration is so.
The light that makes me glow.
So charming it does flow,
To my feeling such a blow.
Inspiration does grow
From my very heart below.
Warm fire, my heart does stow.
From my heart, fire does crow.
Inspiration does slow
Me to rise up from woe
To brightness that does show,
Brightness that I cling to.
Inspiration does go
To wonders in a row
That enchants me to throw
Out great joy that shows though.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Struck
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
so much for innovation,
I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation,
your hopes are high but Trapped below,
This constant competition,
we've won but your still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far
So high on dedication,
it feels so good to get away
From all this repetition,
this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition
we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration,
you won't survive
you'll surely drown
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far (2x)
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Struck
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
so much for innovation,
I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation,
your hopes are high but Trapped below,
This constant competition,
we've won but your still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far
So high on dedication,
it feels so good to get away
From all this repetition,
this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition
we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration,
you won't survive
you'll surely drown
But I grew up, wishing on a star
You think, I won't ever get too far (2x)
Where is your inspiration,
you lost it oh so long ago
song performed by by Yellowcard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Enthusiasm is excitement with inspiration, motivation, and a pinch of creativity.
quote by Bo Bennett
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The Destiny Of Life
Inspiration leads to the destiny of life,
Through respiration the aspiration is filled.
Preparation along with inspiration
Aspires the destination of life.
The destination is inspiration
And the inspiration is the
Gateway to instant activation
And future realization
Is present satisfaction
And past perspiration.
Therefore the past and present
Leads the man to future destination.
Self motivation is self activation
And self determination is strong
Actualization.
All things lead to destiny
And the unknown destiny
Is a predetermined destiny
Which comes to realization,
When you come to know that
You have reached your destination.
poem by Rajesh Kumar Vaishnaw
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