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Cné May 2017
My life is full of poetry
in lyrical design
Expressions in a rhythm
that ascend and then decline.

One moment I am full of joy,
then sorrow breaks my heart.
My soul is touched by music
and the thrill that it imparts.

I love the rain, embrace the sun
and smile at winter snow.
I crave the full moon's silver light
and dance beneath the glow.

I savor sweet aromas
taking pleasure in the breeze
And love the gentle rustle,
as it passes through the trees.

Yes, poetic is the gift of life,
inspiring me to rhyme.
I'd write a million odes to it,
but I just don't have the time!
Happy Saturday
Benji James Sep 2018
Could it be
I've never seen
Beauty in me
Took time to reflect
On all that I am
I haven't shared everything I can
On this soul-searching road
The winds and turns
Each corner holds secrets
Each road taken holds challenges untold
Which road you choose is how life unfolds
Some are rougher, Sometimes it's smooth sailing
All the time I've invested in this world
I've come to realise
Each moment is just a piece strung together
In this story called life
I have no wisdom in my words
All I know is I've survived
Yeah, still alive.

Some would say I feel too much
Some would say, I'm too ******* myself
Mistakes I owned them
Haters I outgrow them
There's a whole lot in me
Only a few people see
A light that shines slightly through the cracks
I'm not all bad
And all this strength gathered
Has taken me to heights
Others couldn't imagine
Like a lighter, a little spark
Can ignite a torch
Revealing truths in dark corners
It's all these things
That makes me a lyrical philosopher
Through these lines I conquer

A man made up of scars
Each marks a tale
Each a reminder of lessons learned
I've been through the ringer
Still standing, And I'll still fight
Until my last breath drains all my might
No matter what the world throws my way
I'll always say...          
"Challenge accepted."
Never gave up
I still dream
I still fight my way
Through each day
No matter the odds stacked against me
I'm a raise my head accept the challenges met

Some would say I feel too much
Some would say, I'm too ******* myself
Mistakes I owned them
Haters I outgrow them
There's a whole lot in me
Only a few people see
A light that shines slightly through the cracks
I'm not all bad
And all this strength gathered
Has taken me to heights
Others couldn't imagine
Like a lighter, a little spark
Can ignite a torch
Revealing truths in dark corners
It's all these things
That makes me a lyrical philosopher
Through these lines I conquer

Nothing is going to hold me down
I'm going to dance like a warrior
All these bad habits couldn't be sorrier
All these battles I've won
Some left me scarred
But through this my skin became hard
Got a thick skin, Never cut through it
Got a good heart, shines through in my art
Belief only takes you so far
Have faith, it'll take you beyond the stars
They say wisdom can't be found in bars
In unlikely places, you can find yourself
And accept it is all you are
All that you've become
Water washes over me
Setting me free
All this dirt cleansed from me
You haven't even seen the best from me

Some would say I feel too much
Some would say, I'm too ******* myself
Mistakes I owned them
Haters I outgrow them
There's a whole lot in me
Only a few people see
A light that shines slightly through the cracks
I'm not all bad
And all this strength gathered
Has taken me to heights
Others couldn't imagine
Like a lighter, a little spark
Can ignite a torch
Revealing truths in dark corners
It's all these things
That makes me a lyrical philosopher
Through these lines I conquer.

Don't make me a role model
That I can never fulfil
All I wanna be is an Inspiration
Show people if they stick to it
They can make it
They won't fail if they fight tooth and nail
Revealing truths through poetic paragraphs
Silver linings rising, capture lightning in a bottle
Hard to contain, just striking in ways they don't expect
In life, you'll realise your blessed
If you take a deep look around
And all that surrounds us
Just shows that you can achieve
Be anything you want to be
And all I choose is to just be me
Open up your heart to see.

Some would say I feel too much
Some would say, I'm too ******* myself
Mistakes I owned them
Haters I outgrow them
There's a whole lot in me
Only a few people see
A light that shines slightly through the cracks
I'm not all bad
And all this strength gathered
Has taken me to heights
Others couldn't imagine
Like a lighter, a little spark
Can ignite a torch
Revealing truths in dark corners
It's all these things
That makes me a lyrical philosopher
Through these lines I conquer

©2018 Written By Benji James
Cné Apr 2017
He soars high, floating in her wake
Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace
Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake
Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace

Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind
Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints
Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind
Together, one with the other, interlinking chains

Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned
Precious moments in time, worlds collide
A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design
Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
to be ...
da Vinci's "Mona Lisa"
Vermeer's "Girl with the Pearl Earring"
or "The Girl from Ipanema"
only in my dreams ...
Zeleyha Mata Nov 2018
You used to tell me that beautiful things come from pain and adversity.
Like motherhood, unconditional love, and true stories.
As I stood in the middle of a room painted white,
Staring at the remains of rolling hills burned to black,
I saw you staring back at me.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Shining against your bones
Velvet black
You’ve changed
And changed and changed
Yet your love still remains
Burnt fields like black panther fur
Whiskers are the needles on a compass
Always pointing to the azure sky
You used to sing when I cried
Rolling your r’s over rrolling hills
A haunting melody startling black birds into the night
Feathered constellations against a sliver moon
And lips pressed to my salty cheeks

You told me that your favorite skin tone was chocolate,
As you laid out in the sun hoping to melt. “A quarter black” is what you say when you want to feel proud,
Even as you tell me stories of how your mother was called negrita,
The girl who stood too dark amongst the crowd.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Black like the broken wings of mothers before you
Who had hands with scars from cotton seeds
And blue veins like uprooted trees
Stretching all the way to their tired knees
Burnt fields like black panther fur
You criticize your aging beauty
Speaking in envy of the color gold
Like you are a broken bowl in need of kintsugi
Yet silver snakes still slither
Over the pebbled river beds of your black curls
Dripping down the small of your back
Until they reach the base of your ivory spine
Burnt fields like black panther fur
You criticize your aging beauty
Because you never thought
Cocoa lips and sun spots painted on sculpted clay that never cracks
Could ever look as stunning as it does on you

You told me that it is better to speak my truth then tell pretty lies.
So I told you mine and you cried,
And cried and cried.
But look where we are now,
Standing beside each other with the same eyes,
Just different reflections.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Tongue like a sword set ablaze
Tempered in pools of milk and honey
Blood red sun grazing the tops of your eyelids
Still reminiscent of those in old photographs
Where you saw the little girl you search for in me
Burnt fields like black panther fur
I am sorry I made you cry
But even when our backs are turned
We are still
Black birds singing in the dead of night
Free
Thank you mama for my broken wings.
Inspired by a photograph of a burnt field that I saw in an art gallery. For my mom.
Umi May 2018
Inspiration, alike joy comes in different types,
It could be as simple as a little wallflower, or as complex as astrophysics, or even more than that, what counts is the source,
Allowing us poets, from a simple emotion, to develop a piece of art,
Allowing the artists, to express themselves within beautiful illustrations, each unique in style and shape, even if some parts may look as if they have been repeating themselves a couple of times,
A word of love can be enough after all, to set a lonely heart ablaze,
Such is the beauty of this earth we are living on, the beauty of being different from one another, but finding what ties us together is truly magnificent, with each difference may come a nice mutality,
Some look up to the sky, shining beyond the scene, the sun brightens up their mood, followed by the dearness of the dazzling white clouds,
Others may find a rainy day wonderful, the raindrops which can be interpreted as tears are but for them falling jewels from the heavens,
These are a few examples of what may birth inspiration, but it can be even smaller, like a small, delicate corn of dust.

~ Umi
Shashi Dec 2017
I look back
And cringe at my failures
The dreams that broke
And the unfulfilled desires

All so indecisive
Here lies my mind,
To give up on my dreams
Leave all the wishes behind

The pendulum of the clock
However, tells me another story
Don't stop, no matter what
And you sure,  will have your glory

Like a long-lost teacher
Time tells me - keep up with the fight,
One day You'll be among the stars
Believe me, You'll be shining bright!!
There is no more painful love
than unrequited love
A heart that is open
pouring out to another
but an empty space
like a vacuum
with nothing in return

Like giving a gift
‘Tis better to give than receive
And the heart offers freely
all of its wonderful presents

Free of expectations
when truly filled with love
It blindly releases itself to another
With a simple creed
‘I am for you’

Like the wall of a dam
suddenly letting go
A deluge of emotions
Thoughtful, interest, caring, warmth, love
A flowing waterfall
of Niagara proportions

However, without intention

which goes without saying
since the truer the love
the blinder it be

The vacated space
creates a sudden vacuum
A sharp, deep pit left
where once all of itself was housed

For a brief time
the heart is unaware
still glowing in the warmth
from the happiness and joy
of the love it gives

But slowly the glow fades
And the presence of the empty space
becomes more obvious
and apparent

A coldness sets in
An addict looking for a fix
The heart desperately seeks
in return what it has given

Never intending to give with strings
but so it finds itself
now tied to another
with the strongest of bonds

The intense fulfilling feeling
once experienced
Replaced with anguish,
longing, loneliness and pain

The mind and heart begin
an epic civil war
Feeling the torment
and seeing the destruction
the mind invokes all its resources
to break the bonds
the heart has created

But with hope that is
almost sad and pitiful
the heart refuses to let go
So sure of the ties it made
And fighting back with all
of its might to defeat
any attempt
the mind has
to remove the bonds of love

A man at war with himself
will find himself at war with others
And so, the inner conflict
resonates outwardly
displayed aptly with defiance
and destruction

Like a pebble in a pond
each action creates ripples
Slowly at first
but then with exponential speed
a life is destroyed
leaving only a broken
and beaten shell

And after all the destruction
and loss
All of the pain and suffering
The tears and sorrow
At this moment
standing on a pile
of nothing but debris
The mind,
with a sense of arrogance
and certainty,
confronts the heart
and pointedly asks,
“Do you see now?!
Do you see the
error of your ways??
Look what it has cost us!
Do you see the
mistake you’ve made?!”

Without hesitation or waiver
the heart responds
with a steady certainty
that is calm and cool in nature,
“No. Love is a risky venture.
One always, ‘takes a chance at love’.
But I will not admit
fault for trying.
When I love
I love freely and openly
I offer all of myself
without expectations
It’s only when you get involved
and create conflict within
that we have problems
To love is to love
It brings joy and happiness within itself
If it is not returned
then it is not returned
but an open and loving heart
can not feel emptiness and pain for it is filled with love
And there is no greater reward
than finding that love in another
and having another
find that love
in you
Written: March 4, 2018

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I lost my inspiration long ago
Not quite sure where it's gone to
Somewhere around the time we went our separate ways
You know that I still think about you...
I still think about you.

My heart could not bare to be alone
Or spend a long time without use
I know that it's not your problem anymore
But after all, you were my muse.

Until this very day, I stare into the sky
Wondering where things went wrong
I admit I made mistakes along the way
Mistakes that can't be fixed with a song

And although I've managed to move along
The things I said then, still haunt my days
But I can't take it back now... No, I can't take it back now
"Forgiven" is just a fleeting word we say

Ever since that time, clouds have hovered overhead
With thunderstorms hot on my trail
I'm just waiting for the skies to open up
But I'm well aware that ship has sailed

I pray, that someday we'll wash ashore
Unto an Island made only for two
Then, we can live out the rest of our days
Under the shade like castaways, if we so choose.
Big Virge Feb 2015
Do you ever ... " Find " ... ?
that words ... sometimes ...
keep on running ...
through your mind ...

Sometimes ...
My Rhymes and Words
are ... STUNNING ... !!!!!

These days ... I find ...
My ... " Word Designs " ...
" Refine " ... and dine ...
just like ... " Fine Wine " ... !!!

So ....
Here's ... A few ...
to give you ... clues ...
as to ... some of the ways ...
My wordplay ... moves ...

Wordplay just ... RIDICULOUS ... !!!
Volume ... Straight Up ... INFINITE ... !!!

Inception is ... SYNONYMOUS ...
with Big Virge ... " The " ... EPONYMOUS ... !!!

Conception ... NOT ... INGLORIOUS ... !!!
******* ... " Nope " ... ERRONEOUS ... !!!

My use of verse is ... GLORIOUS ... !!!
In fact it's ... MERITORIOUS ... !!!

because it's ... "TIGHT" ...
NOT ... Porous ...

Chorus ... NO ... !!!
because it flows
and has ... NO PLACE ...
on ... " Talent Shows " ... !!!

TALENT ... Whoooooaaaaa ....

You'd ... BETTER KNOW ... !!!

What I construct ...
may ... one day ... BLOW ... !!!

A hole in all these ...
shows for ... " **'s " ...  

" Prostitution " ... NO ... !!!
NOT ... how I roll ... !!! ...

Talking of those ...
NO TIME ... for Coc' ...
or YES ... ******* ...
because my nose ...
Does Not ... house notes ...
where air should flow ... !!!

Flows ... I got those ... !!!
Quotes that ... " Rock Boats " ... !!!

Races Places ...
So Many Faces ...
Sometimes my mind ...
DEFINES ... INVASIVE ... !!!!!!

Wait ................................... ..........

I'm just ... " Playing " ... !!!
and ..... Relaying .....
words of verse ...
from the thought of ...

... BIG VIRGE ... !!!

My head ... IT HURTS ... !!!
just like ... MY ARM ... !!!
because I write ...
like those who ... fight ...
and wear the garms' ...
of those who choose to ...
YES ... Bear arms ... !!! ...

Violent ... Naaaaahhhh .... !!!!!

Big Virge is ... calm ..........................

I'd rather ... " Charm " ...
But ... Please Be Smart ...
before my words ...
get in ... Your Claaat' ... !!!!!
or your ... " Rasshole " ... !!!!!

Am I Bajan ... NO ... !!!
But ... Here's the quote ...

I'm English born ...
So ... know of ... Their Scorn ... !!!

But am now ... REBORN ... !!!
with ... " Caribbean Views " ...
just down the road ...
from my ... New Bedroom ...
On ... Bajan' Shores ...
NOT COLD ... but ... " Warm " ... !!!

I'm ... HAPPIER NOW ... !!!!!
that ... I have found ...
A place for myself ...
on my ... " Parents' Ground " ... !!!

Africa ... " Next " ... ???
Well ... More or Less ...

So much of this world ...
I haven't seen yet ... !!!!!!!!!

Girls ... that's where  ...
This poem ... ends ...

SO MANY ... " Look Fine " ...
but I just ... Can't Find ...
one who's down ...
to ... " FOOL AROUND " ...

With ... The Man ...
..... BIG VIRGE ....

The ... " Connoisseur " ...
of .... Spoken Words .... !!!

I guess that's why ...
I write ... These Rhymes ...
and ... Put in Verse ...

Words that ... " Traverse " ......

That I now find ...

" Run Through My Mind " .....
Literally, words just started, running through my mind, and these ended up being what came of them .....
Sam Hawkins Jul 2013
This hand which moves and rides some voice is not mine.
I have given it over to you, young boy.

This is what makes it fly so, traveling out,
tripping along in dance of shape and sound.

I acknowledge your presence in this fashion.

You tell me by messages,
beaming out the back of your head,
you are the very boy who has waited an eternity
at some upper railing.

You sit and peer through the spaces,
down the twisted stair.

Your hands, they grip the vertical rail.
Silent. Silent. Waiting you.

Let this right hand of mine be your secret voice.
Let this scrawl and scratch be your gravelly tongue—
ick-nicking, ga-chooing, click and stutter.

What language may I shape for our sake?
With you, may I follow, setting trail markers just so.

Will others come mistaking their ways for yours?

My hand is opening and opens wide.
I remember you. I am returning.
Let it be.
Chanel Tatum Feb 2018
I feel like my inspiration to write is dying
the less I am crying at night
I know this probably doesn't sound right
but I can't shake this lack of inspiration
the feeling of it dying
everyday and every night.
Christian Ek Apr 2015
Fights break out within every person.
Everyone has a battle they need to win.
Overcoming trials and tribulations;
It is hard to lose a loved one or to get rid of a traumatizing memory.
Some are running, some have stood their ground and some have lost their way.
I remember this when I smile, I remember this when I bring joy into people's day or inspire them to try something new and tell them to stay positive.
Because I've been there too.
And I don't want you to fight this battle alone like I did.
Until she came along and saved me with a smile and began to believe in me.
wes parham Oct 2014
Pour one under the table for those who walk outside.  In memory of Spalding Gray, for what he meant to me...
    Thanks, “Spuddy”, for sharing your inner life.   Thanks for having the courage to bring so many troubles into the light.  You laughed at your troubles and allowed us a way to laugh at our own.  You put a voice to carrying an unbearable shyness or an excess of fear along with us as we go through life.  You strived to care when caring was out of fashion and in short supply.  Thanks for reminding us that life is the journey, and not only the destination.  You wrote a book.  You played a minor role in a feature film.  Those were some of your destinations.  When you shared your journey, you did it with humor, humility, and with love.  Thanks for reminding me that storytelling is all around us.  Thanks for reminding me that it need not be complex.  You were merely observant during your journey,  and you shared it through the lens of your own perception.
    I learned this January that life became unbearable for you.  If only we, your audience, could have comforted you or somehow stemmed the river; the flood that carried you to leave so early.  I would like to believe that, once you died, you might be able to hear our collective voice.  I imagine that you are able to see the people affected by your work, some inspired thus to create works of their own; tell their own awkward stories, sharing them as you shared yours.  I am far back in the line, and I eventually arrive at your table.  You flip a page in your spiral-bound notebook and take a sip of water before glancing up inquiringly.  I only have one thing to say, really.  “Thanks, Spalding.  Thanks for sharing”.
Written after I learned of Spalding Grey's suicide in 2004.   His performances, full of a bare, self-deprecating and personal mania, touched me as they made me laugh.  They said, "I feel this ridiculous *******, too".  They said, "we get by anyway, despite the confusion, the fear, or the pain".  They inspired me to share some of my own self in personal narrative or poetry.  He wasn't any idol to me, I just felt his passing strongly since his own work had inspired me, personally, to live just a little bit more.  Life's a collaboration.
Adron E Dozat Feb 2015
True artist require a muse for light,
A spirit directing them to the edge;
Where regions unexplored are bound in dark
And beauty undefined wait to be found.
Some struggle forever in the long search.
But ever wonderful is he who finds
That blessed connection where soul meets life;
As stewards creating the best of man
They become legendary, and points of hope.
I believe beautiful works are in me,
And also aspire to find my muse
To provides genesis for some great task.
I squandered everything in the long search;
I studied, reflected and looked in books,
I practiced disciplines and prayed to God,
But became so defeated I gave up hope
And sadly surrendered what I might do.
Then angles delivered me from my doom
By sending another to teach me life
For something occurred when I met you-
A living example of life as art.
While midnight mystery shines in your eyes,
Your laughter translated my grief to song.
Your gentle, generous touch gave me hope.
No other enthralled me like you have.
You alone inspire me to great things.
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