Your DUP Muse

I often write about some poets on here, whether I list their name in the title or not. Some really inspiring people to me are: BleedingInferno219, xxbvbkatiexx, firedaughter, and there are others.
The challenge is to pick a muse on DUP and write about them, you can tell who it is or you can leave it to a guess.
A title would be nice
If you spam a million entries chances are I won't read them all
Try not to be too long.
no rules after that

                 t a n t r a

 
 
 
in            
this            
sacred            
hour            
           
           
                                     sky            
                                        is            
                                        a              
           
                             smudge            
           
stars            
are            
a            
           
blur            
           
               moon            
                     is            
                     a            
                     fruit           ripe       moth eaten            
           
                                     
                           happiness            
           
comes                                                 becomes my axis            
like                                                               as i rotate                                                        
a                                                                        around            
wild                                                                            it            
comet                    
           
with an evanescent            
                                     
v e r t e b r a e            
           
of            
           
crowns            
           
               
                 
           
                                                      in small            
                                                           curls            
           
                                             twirling            
           
                                        like            
                                           
                             a ball            
                                     of            
                                        silk            
           
                        connected            
           
                   at            
                   the            
                  core            
           
with            
my                                  my            
ageless                       primal            
sorceress                    source      
     
       
I am just a      
       
fragile        
piece      
of        
fulgurite          
     
                     and                
                  she is my      
                    fulgora        
     
 
 


 
[for my brittle bone china goddess]

it really is easy to choose
if you need a dup muse
as if by a tornado so much talent has been scattered
its only by God's Grace that i am here to feel flattered
as i view Life through my ebony sky
& i know a lady who has 4 ON FIRE daughters....no lie
i went to school with 2 of them & the youngers inspiration speaks as thus
the 1st to ever do it....dangerous desires of lust
a bleeding inferno of passion for words
many times listening to 'crimsin & clover' on 'lotusflower' you heard
thats why im Loving Life in the place where the star is spangled
& no sexy lady is safe....not even lees angel
i wave my white wand & its take this flower girl
God Put a chocolate drop in my Spirit thus sweetening my words to this world....

Orb-spinner

I have stood in wonderment
as you nonchalantly
dropped syllables
from chaste spinneretes,

tatted words
into delicately constructed webs,
a casual pearl
spit like wisdom now and again.

Spectators hum
like flies, a primitive mantra
as they are willingly cocooned
in silk thickets of rune song,
elastic and unaware
you have gathered them
like prey.

A Demure Ensemble.

On the surface
the words are crafted eloquently
on foundations made of rock
and though the highlights
are never brittle
the imperfections came
from the everboding weight of shyness,
mortality ever present
in the shortcomings
of the present day

and you were born of the shadows
nurtured
by the very fantasia
in which you prayed for an escape;
I watch you bow apathetically
to the perfection of this glorious fate
in which you suffer
silently and malevolently
carving out the chaos
into the creature
I so
adore.

This is for Grace (ldryad), one of my best friends here on Deep Underground, and a soul who has touched my own soul very deeply.

- A Graceful Spirit -

When I was sad, your words gave me strength…
Helping to steel me, so that I might face the dawn.
So much kindness to show, at such great length…
And your words are sincere, not simply to fawn!
Your spirit is graceful, and so apt is that phrase…
For the compassionate soul, I have come to see.
This dedication is not idle; it is the noblest praise,
And I am happy to let such verse run wildly free.
So many people love you, and I can see it well…
The best reason is, because you are there for us.
I can imagine your voice, ringing clear as a bell…
Helping others selflessly, and showing your trust!
I could not help but commit to rhyme this poetry,
When I thought, about all the times we did talk…
This is for you: lady of refinement, and of dignity.
Your spirit is like a beacon, wherever you walk!
Queenly in majesty, and in bearing nigh angelic…
All this: I can sense of you, and it is such power,
To touch the hearts of others deeply and: quick!
I am happy to call you friend, unto the final hour.

And this one is for another poetess whom I also consider one of my best friends here on the site, and a very talented lady as well.

- Empress of the East -

Empress of the East I call you, a poetess so bright,
That I thought I’d glimpsed the sun, within its’ light.
You opened my eyes to the beauty that was there,
Within your soul, which no one else had ever seen!
And I bowed, before the light within every word…
We whispered together, across continents so vast!
Your words, so soft, like fingers caressing my hair,
And though your love was for one other to gleam…
Part of me wished I was your love; was it absurd?
For we are friends, each with her own crazy past!
But your poetry sang to me, and I glimpsed a soul,
So wonderful, so rare, that I was moved to tears…
For I am a silly girl, easily infatuated by the beauty:
Within a heart that opened itself up to me so well!
Love for others can sometimes be beyond control,
Even across oceans, despite so many inner fears…
And so in my selfless devotion to others I can see:
How it was you touched my heart to make it swell.
Oh my friend, fear not for friends we shall ever be!
But part of me will always long for your company.

GRACEFUL AND GRACIOUS

A strong woman
         My sister in pain
                  My mentor
                        My angel
I love you
      In a platonic way
               For your character is upright

As is your poetry
         You find a way to say it right
               Your words are chosen, carefully

My sister
       I am an only child
               I would choose you as my sister

If GOD had not chosen for us
               Backgrounds so dissimilar

People may not understand
               How   I would love to hug you

In a sisterly way
         How I would take care of you
                     Like my own blood

How lucky to have met you
         Even if you are so far away
                  But GOD has his plans

You are only
      A plane ride away
               Maybe six or seven hours

Where there is a will
         There will be a day
               When we will find a way.
         

This poem is for a certain gentleman who writes erotic poetry
so beautifully....it is very tastful and elegant!

HIS WRITING IS SO EROTIC

This poet is so eloquent

The subject of carnal love is excellent

His poems make me weak in the knees

I want to see

If he is as good as his poetry

MUSE

Pint sized slasher cuts me deep inside
Vegan taught me not to hide

GiGi shows me life in truth
Sweeter than a BabyRuth

No one showed me pain is inspiration
No need to live lies and infatuation

Jack came back in Black
Showing me the sidewalk crack
Goodest only grew better
Showing me faith is worse

Soul Man showed me beauty again

Caleb brought his angel friend

Levi helped me through the mess
Nearly taking off my dress

Devil Babe gave me hope

Diviy made me feel so dizzy

DU family is better than a sweet symphony
I love you all for eternity

Electron Of Mind


Each night
that goes by
everyday
that you cry
I feel it inside
like a heel in the eye .

I deep in thought
channel  my mind
I cannot control
this love , multiplied .

Throughout
all the years
and tribulations passed
we scattered on this sphere
to gather in a blast
please do not fear
questions to ask
I'll answer them clear  
go ahead and cast
where clarirty comes near
longevity does last
you're the wheel I steer
away from all past .

Indigoe stripes
in emerald times
the brush that you strike
paints high through my skies
the words of you spike
electron of mind
forever I would hike
to die at your side .

If Michelle means to dream
well , awake is hell it seems
for with you I sleep
in all of these scenes
forever you I keep
and to never let it slip
your pulse is my bleep
of the life force
we live .

   

My friends and Muses

Funny that I should think of muses
When I think of you
Funny that I think of best friends
When I think of you
For we are oceans apart
Yet in another world
I would have traipsed up your garden path
With hair dyes and nail polish
All pink and blue and red
And who cares What Mrs Smith says
We would be bouncing around
High on muffin sugar and coffee
We would have so much fun!

In another parallel world
I would be holding your hands
Walking in a beautiful garden
Listening to your sweet voice
Singing as you play the harp
A rhapsody to past loves
Or reciting an enchanting poetry
That leaves us laughing together
In sorrow or in happiness
Maybe I would watch you
As you don armour of silver
And rescue some maiden
Imprisoned by a wicked king…somewhere

Yet again in another life
I would be walking with you
Listening to the tales you tell
Looking at the words you carve
On books of stories
We would stand together
Watch a Mardi gras procession
Watch the waves lap the shore
Talk about escapades under moonlit skies
Or love found and lost
We would carve our names on tree trunks
and see who would find them

To be together in a world
Where perfection rules!
And yet we are together
In our mind and in our spirits
In our thoughts and in our thinking
For poems and proses
Come to mind when I think of you
Beautiful people
with beautiful spirits
Hues of words painted
In a canvas of white
That’s you, my friends and Muses

"splinters"

i've witnessed parades of intelligent men
sonnetizing, melting into gutterbound pools
at simple flickers of the lens on her face, her curves
and her eyes that one could hold
high to heaven in the palms of his hands
so gods would bless the earth

her mouth, a perfect bow, is tied seriously shut
while a bleeding tongue, too often bitten
behind elegant fingers
drips the old poisoned leavings of wrongs
pain, Sunday
silence


there was hope there, in her eyes then
even when telling[torture] in their cherrywood and white
i wonder, now, if she's finding out what memories
hypocrisy can't cover
and i wonder if my own eyes are giving me away