Long Poems About My Inspiration
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Long poems about my inspiration. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PSYCHOACTIVE HALF MOON PRAYER (Monday, 6-10-19, 9:09pm; Palm Springs, California.)
another hot mid june
southern california desert
summer night
i walked outside
up to my condo apartment s pool
for my nightly two hour long
ritual hot spa soak
just after 4 hits
off my 420 vape pen
then upon looking up
into the velvety dark
vast deep bowl
of wide open
gaping night s sky above
i was immediately swallowed up
spellbound enamored completely
by and with
the luminous soft white milky salve
of smiling near half moon light s
frosted silvery bath
silently glazing it s ...
southern california desert
summer night
i walked outside
up to my condo apartment s pool
for my nightly two hour long
ritual hot spa soak
just after 4 hits
off my 420 vape pen
then upon looking up
into the velvety dark
vast deep bowl
of wide open
gaping night s sky above
i was immediately swallowed up
spellbound enamored completely
by and with
the luminous soft white milky salve
of smiling near half moon light s
frosted silvery bath
silently glazing it s ...
#marijuana
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#water
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MY FREE LINE'S LIFETIME, PRECARIOUS, HIGH WIRE ACT (somewhere unknown in time; Galveston Island, Texas)
skip fact
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
let go
set free release
all those old archaic
straight line modes
of more self limited
stream of consciousness thoughts
now long ago let go of
released set free
modes and ways of habitual
straight line thinking
into this much better
more highly evolved mode
of free line thoughts and thinking
so break free of
and out from all
self limiting restrictions
of your mind
let it snake and flow
mindfully thoughtfully
thoughtlessly mindlessly
then either way...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Queen of My Garden
In the garden of life, I once danced to tunes not my own,
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
Twirling for smiles, for applause, bending till I broke.
I wore a cloak woven from threads of your expectations,
Colorful yet suffocating, pleasing yet so hollow.
I walked a path where the two-faced Joker shows,
Their smile, a twisted serenade of deceit,
Their hands, shuffling lies like cards under the stage light's beat.
But in my hand, a card more fierce, more stark
The Queen of Spades, she rules the dark.
Her edges sharp, her bearing regal and composed,
Amid the thorns, her...
#choices
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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JUST ANOTHER FREE FLOW DAWN (7-11-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
as i open the blinds
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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The Flea Trainer
The Flea Trainer
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
I can see fleas on tiny seesaws,
sitting tiny swings that sway,
contented and bored to just pass the time.
How came they conditioned this way?
First, put the fleas within a jar
then place the lid on top.
The fleas will jump and jump and jump
hitting glass and lid with knocks
and after a while the muscles condition
the jump to avoid the pain
of colliding with lid and glass so hard
over and over again.
You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
even put them on swings that sway. ...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
#myself
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OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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Poetiq Sting
I'm wandering these pages
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
looking for someone...someone that inspired..
my artistic flow
she stung me..with her creativity.
'bout 4 years ago...hope I can find her..
I'd like to see...if we could flow
and maybe flow together
can't remember her whole name...
cuz she changes it so often
but I think part of it began with...Poetiq..yeah that's
it..yeah I'm sure..
sure wish...
Poetique would come over to my pages..
it'd be real nice...now what could
I use as...
#funny
#lover
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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. until you see my ink
I ink, therefore iamb.”―Adrienne Gusoff
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Free Ideas
Inspiration can come from conversation
Sporadically, too
Here are thoughts that flit all day
Free for you to use
I cannot give a poem
Just something to muse
So here we go I'll write down what I can without further adieu
The word provocative, how it can be misused
The effects of such misuse
The discounting of children's views on identity by grown obtuse
... This applies to any other truths they may observe, too
Disdain among the older when confronted with questioning youth
The...
Sporadically, too
Here are thoughts that flit all day
Free for you to use
I cannot give a poem
Just something to muse
So here we go I'll write down what I can without further adieu
The word provocative, how it can be misused
The effects of such misuse
The discounting of children's views on identity by grown obtuse
... This applies to any other truths they may observe, too
Disdain among the older when confronted with questioning youth
The...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#meditation
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Shattering Stereotypes: A Journey of Healing, Resilience, and Determination
My journey has been an uphill battle, as I continue to face assumptions and stereotypes based on the profession I enjoyed for decades. My admiration for the women I worked with and the stage, still remains even though I have not performed on Big Daddy's stage since 2005, when Hurricane Katrina devastated my world and threw me back home which sent me into a deep depression with PTSD. It took me ten+ years of soul-searching and introspection to heal myself and confront the demons that forced me to leave home at 14.
My journey of healing and self-discovery has led me to honor the...
My journey of healing and self-discovery has led me to honor the...
#strength
#MyInspiration
#healing #determination
#healing #determination
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Trap Queen
A little girl young and fragile. Weak to the bones, Light as a feather.
Taken away from her family at 4.
Filled to the core with hurt and anger she grew,
Standing by her she has a crowd of “fans”,
The flow of daily compliments come flowing in message after message,
The little girl who was never noticed, who was so innocent,
The flow of history has corrupted her,
The daughter of crip born into the danger of the hood,
The ghetto is woven into her DNA
Overcoming the danger, moving into a better neighborhood,
Leaving her childhood behind growing...
Taken away from her family at 4.
Filled to the core with hurt and anger she grew,
Standing by her she has a crowd of “fans”,
The flow of daily compliments come flowing in message after message,
The little girl who was never noticed, who was so innocent,
The flow of history has corrupted her,
The daughter of crip born into the danger of the hood,
The ghetto is woven into her DNA
Overcoming the danger, moving into a better neighborhood,
Leaving her childhood behind growing...
#motivational
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
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My Past Haunts Me
And I don't know why I can't get passed my past
I know that I'm blessed and i'm proud of that
I don't see a fucking thing that's higher than that
And if I die before I wake I pray that I'm free at last
And I'm just lookin at the world through my rear view mirror
I'm a little older
Life’s a little clearer
I was young but I knew that you could make it better
I think back to the days when I was way worse
Now I realize that pain could never get worse
And I was blessed with a curse
I had to get hurt
I had...
I know that I'm blessed and i'm proud of that
I don't see a fucking thing that's higher than that
And if I die before I wake I pray that I'm free at last
And I'm just lookin at the world through my rear view mirror
I'm a little older
Life’s a little clearer
I was young but I knew that you could make it better
I think back to the days when I was way worse
Now I realize that pain could never get worse
And I was blessed with a curse
I had to get hurt
I had...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#MyInspiration
#acceptance
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