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a product of his instinct,
why use
ten when
two will do,
and the ratio is increasingly
progressive!

"lovely intimacy between poet and muse here,
like an old friendship-made of fatigue and faith"^


the only reason why my hair,
yet intact,
despite old age's creep
in every other elsewhere,

although
Gibson's, his sixteen,
a superior concision
of my endless, repetitive iterations,

his literatation
nonetheless
is an insufficient
to cures what ills me…

to calm my heart, soothe my dreams ,
would render 99 ofΒ Β mine 100 muses,
and all your voices
ungainly unemployable

worsen yet,
the disheartening palpitations
that shake n' bake my very core,

them those demons too,
the contrapuntal hidden forces
that rue my brain,

well hell!
poet complains!exclaims!

for when the muses sleep,
these devils roam, they creep,
never permitting an easy sleep,
and instead of poems,
they give me forth in
groans and moans,
the unintelligible reverse of
my ever~faithful muses's intimacy,
the un~cooing of our pleasure,

for
when rhymes dewdrop^^
from the insertions from heaven's eyes,
and then when,
you and I
together embrace,
the harmony of spirit
that a poem
makes writer and reader
sharers,

the calm shaking
ofΒ hearts well tickled,
laughingly ratified,
and even momentarily
satiated and satisfied
is our
now combinatorial
esprit de corps^^^


~'~'''~~
just a wee ditzy ditty that
fell onto a screen
when reviewing
my silly but
true and utter faithful muses's^^^^
utterances,
in being be tweening
the quickest ten minutes
of my ridiculous life


<nml>
10/6 no tricks 2025
3:10am ~3:20am
~~~
and
now let the real,
hard-work of handiwork ahead,
of writing
something akin
to a psalm, a prayer,
a train of quatrains,
a hiya to haikus,
a ballad to bellow,
you know,
that serious stuffing
that leaves us both
😒aweepingπŸ˜ͺ
with the unadulterated
purest of joy
^
William A Gibson

Re "FPOTDβœ…: good mid-of night, my beautiful muses, living and imagined'
"
There’s a lovely intimacy between poet and muse here, like an old friendship made of fatigue and faith"

^^
for Marshall G.
an admission
of guilty feelings

^^^
esprit de corps:
"the shared sense of camaraderie, unity, enthusiasm, and loyalty that develops among the members of a group, such as a bunch of poets
^^^^
muses's
insist this 'bespoke' out loud
Usha Sep 21
The hardest journey in life is learning to live with yourself.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
If you can master that, you can master anything.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«

I earned money, I earned a name, I πŸ’«brought happiness to others.πŸ’«
But when I sat alone in silence, I realizedβ€”πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«β™ΎοΈπŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
I had done nothing truly for myself.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«

Not once did I sit with a cup of coffee just for me.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
And today, at the age of forty, I feel it deeply:πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
everyone was connected to me for a reason.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
And as their reasons faded, so did they.
πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«β™ΎοΈπŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
What remains is me, my books, and my thoughts.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
And these, I now want to share with you.
πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
Living for yourself is an art,πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
true happiness is found only in your own companyπŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
and in the things you love to do.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«

So why not begin again?πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
I don’t know how much life is left,πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
but I want to spread light,πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
to be a source of inspiration for many.

I love to laughβ€”πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
and I want to make you laugh too.πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
If you are reading this,πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«πŸ’«
know that I wish to talk to you,⭐
to create bonds with new friends,⭐
friends who may live far away,
but are writing their hearts out,⭐
just as I am writing mine. πŸ’–β­

β€” Usha Maniarβ˜•β­β­β­β­β­
✨ About the Author ✨

Usha Maniar writes from the heart, transforming her deepest thoughts and life’s struggles into words that heal, inspire, and connect. Her work speaks to women and dreamers everywhere, reminding us that true strength lies in embracing ourselves first.
Olive Aug 23
You were like that kid,
afraid of the dark but still living,
sneaking, and hiding there
until caught by your lovely little lies.
Oliveβ€”
Yashkrit Ray Aug 5
That girl in my dream
She has no face - it seems.
No, it's not like that.
Wearing a beautiful dress,
Neither is she faceless,
Nor is she voiceless.
But as soon as I wake up
Her face escapes the walls of my brain,
And her voice flows out like a flowing river,
Every second getting dimmer.
Yet I remember
How beautiful she is,
And how her voice lingers in my heart
Like a true piece of art.
It's like something I know,
But at the same time - don't know.
It happened in one of my dreams and as soon as I woke up , I forgot her face.
teju Jun 16
You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.
At 6 o'clock on a Friday, I saw her.
Through the window, blocks away.
To and fro in her wooden swing,
She showered my soul's dry bay.

No care for the world, she sat there
This window blocked half my sight
Though distant, her miniature figure,
Felt cradled in my sight.

The sunset glistens her hazel eyes,
They shine as she parts her hair.
Yet time stood still as I watched her there,
A fleeting dream caught in the air.
Let me show you one that's mine;
She, sweet and strong Caroline.

Her hair, a mess of own
Her eyes, radiant of dawn,
Her skin, under sunlight shine
Oh sweet Caroline.

In every journey she embarks,
A new light, shines a new mark.
Her feats cross the skyline,
Oh proud Caroline.

A palace in her name,
It shall grow in fame.
Own the throne, a while,
My sweet Caroline.
She's strong, a brilliant mind, a shine.
She's my sweet Caroline
Our days here are limited
By how many we do not know
Unlimited inspiration flows
Depth of mind
Peace in spirit
Lovely soul
Zack Feb 4
My face pink with love
The cherry blossoms jealous
You change my seasons
A poem for my Fiance
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