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Visions of the Inner Eye

Form: Choi's Sonnet Delicious silence sighs with contentmentAnd smiles like a sleeping innocent childThe sweet hint of the secret merrimentOf dreams and the wondering mind beguiledSlowly breathing as the spirit runs wildImagination never meant to be mildSilence embraces the different kindOf thinking; sleeping with an open mindLike the scent of sandalwood redefinedThe words of love … Continue reading Visions of the Inner Eye

Call of Fire

Form: Free Style Sonnet 1 The gut instinct that comes from a somewhereA someplace but I have never been thereLike a memory held too deep to shareFrom ancient days and my soul is awareIt feeds my spirit to do and to dareAnd I find myself drawn closer to careA past life seed planted deep inside … Continue reading Call of Fire

O Mio Babbino Caro by Giacomo Puccini

O Mio Babbino Caro1917-18Opera https://youtu.be/ZRuYQ9KRJms Giacomo PucciniOperaBorn: 22 December 1858, Lucca, ItalyNationality: ItalianDied: 29 November 1924, Brussels, Belgium Puccini was a composer of opera and has been recognised as the greatest composer of Italian opera since Verdi. His early work was rooted in traditional late 19th-century romantic opera and later he as his work developed, … Continue reading O Mio Babbino Caro by Giacomo Puccini

The Creative Mind

Form: Four Kings Sonnet The creative mind as sharp as an axeHas no time for acts of complacent thoughtHis soul not for sale and cannot be boughtIn imagined worlds formed in parallaxHis muse shedding her artificial factsIn his darkness of thinking they are caughtAnd fingers lightly strike words as they oughtCompiling the notes into story … Continue reading The Creative Mind

The Henge

Form: Free Verse Chilling winds echo setting sun.carrying time backwardstemple of peace, focal point,herders’ lands mingle with grain,where bronzed traders negotiate Avebury Henge, Wiltshire, UK ©JGFarmer2009

A Question Asked

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 85 The shouting waves crashing on the dark rocksThe sea running free in its frothy whiteA stormy night revealing tidal shocksViolently stretching towards the clouded skiesNature’s rage displayed in passion and strengthOn a winter’s night her power defiesThe manmade resistance on the shore’s lengthProving again that Man’s will bears no strengthAgainst … Continue reading A Question Asked

Self Portrait as a Young Girl by Claude Cahun

Self Portrait as a Young Girl1914Modern PhotographyPhotographic printJersey Heritage, St Helier, Jersey One of the earliest known self-portraits by Cahun, the photograph displays an intensely, penetrating stare. The artist’s head is seemingly disembodied, suggesting an imbalance between head and body as though the head is too heavy making the body redundant. The abundant flowing hair … Continue reading Self Portrait as a Young Girl by Claude Cahun

State of Insanity

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 84 Entwined in tangled webs of solitudeYou are distant, so far away from meAn empty void within love’s attitudeYet my soul is held in the captive stateStifling the tears in the shadows of hopeAs egos of passion are forced to waitAnd heart’s desires, in darkness, lost their scopeEndlessly falling down destiny’s … Continue reading State of Insanity

Unspoken Words

Form: Free Verse The emotions that cannot speakas they have no words on my lipssurrendered as he kissed memy breath stolen by his mouthas his soul spoke softly to mineand I listened in the feelingof his whispers glidingfrom the back of his throatto graze over my lipsbefore growling into my heart ©JGFarmer2021

Playing the Blues

Form: Quatrains As moonlit midnight skies drift in wonderTo the dawn of the new sapphire sunrise,My dreams turn to the muse that lies yonder,My brush seeks out her cerulean eyes. The artist lost to her cold heart of steel,As paint so creates the cloudless figures.My indigo tears flow, each stroke I feelOf portrayals, she greets … Continue reading Playing the Blues

Hail Holy Queen

Form: Sapphic Stanzas In silver lunar, light divine,As by the Ancients cast foreseen,A message I could not decline,Hail Holy Queen! In one with Mother Nature’s lightThe Balance I have found in YouMy trust and fate I give tonight,May I walk true To use Your power as a giftAnd only ever with Your good will.For the … Continue reading Hail Holy Queen

Monchielle Stanza Notes

Created by the popular Norwegian poet, Jim T. Henriksen the Monchielle consists of four five-line stanzas. Each line is six syllables, preferably Iambic trimeter. The first line forms the refrain at the beginning of each stanza and lines three and five rhyme giving the following rhyme layout AbcdcAefgfAhijiAklml Example Arcane Blue by Jez Farmer I … Continue reading Monchielle Stanza Notes

Oi Sunshine

Form: Free Verse What label should I wearfor you to understandmy personal beingmy own identityand why the hell do you need to knowthe genitals inside my jeansand the gender of who I sleep withit’s not your bed I get in at nightit’s not your bedroom I feel safe to undress init’s not your arms that … Continue reading Oi Sunshine

Before the Dawn

Form: Quatrains The world of stars I see,Above the Earth each night,Is where I find my dreams,Before the dawn’s daylight. The kiss of dew tastes sweet,The gift of nature’s rite,Awake the spites of life,Before the dawn’s daylight ©JGFarmer2009

Impromptus by Franz Schubert

Schubert was a composer of the late Classical and early Romantic eras. He left behind a cast oeuvre despite his short life, including over 600 secular vocal works, 7 symphonies, sacred music, and a large collection of piano and chamber music. ...

Piano Concerto in A Minor by Robert Schumann

Piano Concerto in A Minor1845Romantic https://youtu.be/Ynky7qoPnUU Robert SchumannClassicalBorn: 8 June 1810, Zwickau, GermanyNationality: GermanDied: 29 July 1856, Bonn, Germany Schumann was a composer, pianist, and music critic. Regarded as one of the greatest composers of the Romantic era, Schumann left the study of law to pursue a career as a pianist, but a hand injury … Continue reading Piano Concerto in A Minor by Robert Schumann

July 8th

Form: Quatrains For July 8th I have just one wishTo spend an hour with Percy ByssheTo hear him speak and share a whileMaybe even see my hero smile. His works of beauty, I have them allWords from a romantic that often call.Magic images that release my mindSo much inspiration for a painter to find. Verses … Continue reading July 8th

Kinda Cool

Hello my lovely, Well, here we are again, doing the whole love over distance in lockdown. This time we know we can do this – a knowledge that really doesn’t make it feel any better. I know you are there for me and I hope you know I am here for you – and if … Continue reading Kinda Cool

Song of Myself LII by Walt Whitman

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk....

Sacred Connection

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 83 This morning beneath the winter’s grey skiesThis morning whispered the promise of snowAnd in the silence I sat, closed my eyesMy soul entwined within the earth’s embraceAs consciousness floated gently awayI am weightless as I fall into placeIn the soft light of another new dayI’m sat by the pool where … Continue reading Sacred Connection

Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! " Come you back to Mandalay...

Magic 9 Notes

So the story goes typing too fast led to abracadabra being misspelt as abacadeba and thus creating the Magic 9,Nine lines of nine syllable with a rhyme scheme ofabacadeba Example Bewitched by Divina Collins Shalt not thy deprave the spell of loveenchanted words that melts the heartthat cast thy spells deep within thereofwithin a mystical … Continue reading Magic 9 Notes

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire..

A magnificent piece of writing, a real delight to read

johncoyote

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire

A Story by Coyote Poetry
"Just words."        

                    Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire

It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in Texas. I went to Austin, Texas for the my second open poetry reading. I was trying to live the Hemingway life. The strong drink, loud song and delightful beautiful dancing ladies in the untamed taverns of Austin.

I have loved Texas since I arrived in the late Spring of 1993. I landed in Austin on a rainy night and Fifth street was alive and well. Fifth street song and drink made perfect place for a man who didn’t want to be saved. I didn’t care if I found heaven or hell and somehow I landed on my feet in Texas. I went to war to find peace and salvation. War taught me. No-one win in…

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The child priestess questions the night

Lovely poetry

Jane Dougherty Writes

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The child priestess questions the night

Moon am I
not
for the light in my veins
chills cold as Atlantic swell
carrying ice floes
to dance around the Pole.

Light swells
cold as moon
and round and round
dancing
(not I with awkward frozen feet)
where the Pole stands
gallows-stark
beneath this winter sky.

Am I Moon then
in pale reflection
murmuring to stars
where they dance on still water?

Pigeon shuffles on her dark branch
and in the rattling of her feathers
I hear soothing mother-words
that say
go home and sleep
as children do.

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Our Pet

The Poet and the Pen

We all have a pet

whom we adore way too much.

It never seems to rest

neither can it be tamed as such.

Even though it floats our boat

It causes more harm than we realise.

Yet we love it so much

that we keep ourselves in lies.

It comforts us and makes us dependent,

makes us fuss and later despondent.

It never really allows us to leave a station,

for it ties us into a loop, our pet Procrastination

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Just live

Wow, this poem really hits my feels, great piece

Painted Poems

I don’t want anything anymore.

I’m abandoning my dreams, my wishes.

I want life to be nothing,

hollow space

where I can tuck up and fall asleep.

I don’t want your fake love

and your pretend kindness.

I don’t want your attention

and your affection.

I don’t want money,

shiny cars

and expensive clothes.

The only thing I want

is to live

just live

just be.

But I’m not sure

how to…

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