"porlock" poems - Hello Poetry

Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration Perhaps it may take a while to wake up Perhaps you may never sleep and dream Relaxation’s funny thing.You can or you can’t Ever mounting stressful situations blight a day Coming to hauntingly appear all thru the night I try to memorise a favourite poem by heart Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration then The rhythms of that favourite will give tempo. Eventually the tempo will give the inspiration Tempos will give you the medleys in your head. Head becomes a power housing for the brain Establish then that white light in the centre So relax into a meditative state of mind. I appreciate the simple gift of inspiration Meditation holds the key it links you with all Poets of the bygone ages that you’ve read. Like a spark of genius , you’ve come alive Eventually you may write fifty lines of poetry God given inspired poetry and it rhymes In the space of a few minutes a masterpiece Fortunately the simple gift of inspiration is free The freedom that you hold is a key to the city On certain good days it is the key to Xanadu. For do you remember the dome of Kubla Khan In Seventeen ninety seven the poet Coleridge Noting his poem from a drug induced dream Simply wrote this epic poem. But lost half a Poem when a person from Porlock knocked And interrupted the genius and he forgot lines Reiterating the old saying dream and not make A dream your master , think and not make Thoughts your aim, to meet with triumph and In disaster, treat the two imposters the same! Onymous with the simple gift of inspiration Never anonymous be forever simply proud. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by Philip. Written November 22nd 2018.

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

oliver-philip

Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration.

Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration Perhaps it may take a while to wake up Perhaps you may never sleep and dream Relaxation’s funny thing.You can or you can’t Ever mounting stressful situations blight a day Coming to hauntingly appear all thru the night I try to memorise a favourite poem by heart Appreciate the simple gift of inspiration then The rhythms of that favourite will give tempo. Eventually the tempo will give the inspiration Tempos will give you the medleys in your head. Head becomes a power housing for the brain Establish then that white light in the centre So relax into a meditative state of mind. I appreciate the simple gift of inspiration Meditation holds the key it links you with all Poets of the bygone ages that you’ve read. Like a spark of genius , you’ve come alive Eventually you may write fifty lines of poetry God given inspired poetry and it rhymes In the space of a few minutes a masterpiece Fortunately the simple gift of inspiration is free The freedom that you hold is a key to the city On certain good days it is the key to Xanadu. For do you remember the dome of Kubla Khan In Seventeen ninety seven the poet Coleridge Noting his poem from a drug induced dream Simply wrote this epic poem. But lost half a Poem when a person from Porlock knocked And interrupted the genius and he forgot lines Reiterating the old saying dream and not make A dream your master , think and not make Thoughts your aim, to meet with triumph and In disaster, treat the two imposters the same! Onymous with the simple gift of inspiration Never anonymous be forever simply proud. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by Philip. Written November 22nd 2018.

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Lawrence Hall HSG [email protected] You are Going to Write a Poem Today A poet's words can outlive empires and shake the foundations of tyrants. -Yevtushenko You are going to write a poem today Although you will never finish it For the hours, or a person from Porlock Will lead you to pause your thought for a time Your poem will repose as a meditation A word upon the altar of your mind And even as you are distracted at Mass Your poem becomes a tiny sip of salvation All the truthing words that have come to you - There on your mindful altar they bless the world

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Jun 12, 2024

Jun 12, 2024 at 9:09 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

You are Going to Write a Poem Today

Lawrence Hall HSG [email protected] You are Going to Write a Poem Today A poet's words can outlive empires and shake the foundations of tyrants. -Yevtushenko You are going to write a poem today Although you will never finish it For the hours, or a person from Porlock Will lead you to pause your thought for a time Your poem will repose as a meditation A word upon the altar of your mind And even as you are distracted at Mass Your poem becomes a tiny sip of salvation All the truthing words that have come to you - There on your mindful altar they bless the world

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HAVING MISTAKEN YOU PERHAPS FOR YESTERDAY? "Am I supposed to be dying. . ?" Death that person from Porlock answers quietly ". . .yes." "gently gently gentleness ... ...the dark was talking to the dead" Louis I loved your "drunkenness of things being various" you so "incorrigibly plural" with your rather curious Englished Irishness. Me when I was the me of 12 and a day walking 30 miles home from Dublin with the record of your voice clutched in my hand not noticing the miles "Time was away ...and somewhere else."

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Jan 27, 2021

Jan 27, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

HAVING MISTAKEN YOU PERHAPS FOR YESTERDAY?

HAVING MISTAKEN YOU PERHAPS FOR YESTERDAY? "Am I supposed to be dying. . ?" Death that person from Porlock answers quietly ". . .yes." "gently gently gentleness ... ...the dark was talking to the dead" Louis I loved your "drunkenness of things being various" you so "incorrigibly plural" with your rather curious Englished Irishness. Me when I was the me of 12 and a day walking 30 miles home from Dublin with the record of your voice clutched in my hand not noticing the miles "Time was away ...and somewhere else."

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