Post by Elle Rush on Aug 30, 2007 9:52:49 GMT -5
Greetings, Mystic Muse Poets & Members!
This is the August 2007 Edition of the Mystic Muse newsletter.
This newsletter is intended to highlight the writings of Poets that utilize Mystic Muse as a resource for help in working at their craft and to serve as an update for Mystic Muse members about happenings in this tightly-bonded Writer's Community.
Currently, Mystic Muse has 87 members. This board has grown into a safe and sound Poetry community whose Mission is to foster creativity and spark the Muse. I believe we are different than any other community out there in that we truly care for our fellow writers and want them to succeed in each of their individual writing goals. We do not use belittling remarks, attacks or negativity to rise the muse, but rather believe that being positive and supportive while remaining honest in our critique and comments are a much more effective way of bringing out the Muse in each of us.
Our passion for the Arts is Obvious in each of our unique forums!
This Summer, Moderator Ken hosted a musing Photography contest titled "Summertime's Here!" which resulted in some phenomenal photographs being shared in that forum. I invite you to check these inspiring works of art out at:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?board=PhotoArt&action=display&thread=1182436562
We have also just added a new haiku warm-up challenge titled "Back to School." You can participate in that here:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=HaikuToss&thread=1188483770
We have also just added a fun and quirky "Coffee" themed Haiku challenge for those of us getting up earlier through the school year to see our little ones off:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=HaikuToss&thread=1188484088
We have a couple of birthdays coming this fall: October 20th is Mike (PoetOf Serendipity) 's birthday and October 31st is Curtis Parker (bk53)'s birthday~ so make sure you wish them a Happy Birthday!
Here are our Featured Poems selected from summer posts at Mystic Muse, nominated by your fellow peers:
_________________________
I Can’t Speak…(But I can Still Feel)
by Daniel Stafford
---------------------------------------------
I Can’t Speak…(But I can Still Feel)
Faded,
Lost,
Replaced,
Chased,
Was,
Because?
Hidden,
Suppressed,
Repressed,
Squashed,
Ignored,
Like a pink elephant.
Time,
Ticks,
Tocks,
Nothing,
Done,
Undone.
Cheerful,
Perfect,
Faded,
Jaded,
Persuaded,
Touched,
Hushed.
Cinnamon in my blood.
Another night dawns.
Question,
Living,
Dead,
Happy,
Sad,
Here,
There,
Where?
Forever,
Never,
Ever,
Hush,
Shush,
Off,
Close,
Dry,
Eye,
Lie.
No matter,
Not after,
Just remember,
Purple and auburn,
A night,
A scent,
A sight,
A vision,
A decision.
It’s not regret,
Just inevitable,
What fire does to fuel,
Supernova,
Dazzled,
Disgraced,
Replaced,
Forget,
Forever,
Never,
Helpless,
Ever,
Heart.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/12/2007
-----------------------------------------
Longing
by PoetOfSerendipity
-----------------------------------------
Longing
The longing that I feel
Impossible for words
An ache within my heart
A hole within my soul
To know the highest mountain
Then come crashing back to earth
Like getting a glimpse of heaven
Now the glimpse more like a curse
When you come together
so much more than you were before
so when you’re torn apart
a part of you is lost with her
PoetOfSerendipity
________________________________
The Alchemists' Riddle by Daemona
________________________________
Teach me about purity of heart
and how to make a new start
untie me from the ankh at my feet,
I can´t stand hanging upside down anymore
with the emerald serpent hissing underneath
the clouds in my head.
Help me clear my thoughts,
life keeps on asking vaque questions
and hits me each time i fail
to give correct answers.
Tell me: What do you do with a well
if you don´t have a child?
Is money the secret password
to eternal life?
And between lion and shell
do you really think
the hunter is the better choice?
Show me the unicorns hidden in the sea,
convince God that even Lilith
the dark, the drunk, the desperate
- my muse in coals -
deserves a chance to be loved.
I heard He can
turn fire white
and create red crimson from what once was snow,
yet sometimes I think even He
can´t solve the alchemists´ riddle
not before and not after a whole pack of cigarettes.
Maybe I´m wrong
maybe I´m blind
I certainly know that I´m lost....
...so please, please
go on to convince me
go on to show me
to teach me....
....that what we share is true
and that though I am
open, maybe weak now
I could never feel better
than I am being with YOU!
-Daemona
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
Lonely People by Solace512
I often wonder why it is that cutters cut themselves.
is it just to feel something...anything at all?
And why do so many depressed people, when they don't seek help, ultimately end their own lives?
is it because they want to feel something?
is it because they feel like they are just so alone in the world--that they don't belong?
there are lonely people everywhere
we just don't know who they are.
it's hidden,
until we find out too late that they were unhappy---lonely.
it's a horrifyingly sad reality.
"i spend my lunch hours surrounded by people who apologize for every touch, so today i hugged a stranger.....
a thousand lonely people rioted."
why would they do that?
do they want to remain in such a state?
i'd like to think that instead they rejoiced,
because finally somebody gave a damn.
Solace512
------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
Tao of Grace-- by Ken
-----------------------------------------
Seek to master grace.
Power without grace is brute.
Choose the graceful way.
---Ken (kenco)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Empty and cracked by Poet Of Serendipity
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
An antique bowl
empty and cracked
the sweet nectar it once contained only a memory
Inside, in faded letters
a single word
LOVE
_PoetOf Serendipity
-------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------
Who Will Fill This World? by Daniel Stafford
I sit in the grey rainlight wondering,
Amidst clouds of pillowed steel,
Reading my peers and feeling,
I breathe in the angst like burned steel in this air,
Feeling a tentative green ghost waiting to be born,
A future we might yet bear to fruition,
A whiff of hope drifting up from my cup,
Of ginger-peach iced tea.
When you remember everything good in life,
Isn't it the moment someone you cherished cradled you,
Stroked your hair or hummed gently holding your hand?
What I know is that using anger like a tool burns you,
From the inside out it eats you alive,
It doesn't matter if you're an entire culture or a lonely heart,
It will make you its breakfast lunch and dinner,
As surely as this world spins 'round the sun -
I've seen it happen with my own two eyes.
We were great as a nation and as a people,
At those moments we were most filled with these things -
Dreams, hope, inspiration, compassion, vision.
What I know is that love fills you,
Feeds you and nourishes you and gently guides you,
And if you want to revere the past and those who went before,
Let their angers subside and yours as well,
Get closer to your ghosts in the memory of those moments that glow,
When they dreamed and loved and accomplished,
Give your ghosts a real future -
By dreaming and loving and accomplishing.
Tearing down takes moments,
Building up is always the real work.
What is it you birth?
Who will fill this world?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/18/2007
--------------------------------------------
Swinging- by Ken (kenco)
--------------------------------------------
I dream each time I swing my stick
it whispers softly at the tip
singing in a sylvan tongue
sweet as summer’s evensong.
I roll my wrists in rythmic twists,
curl, turn and twirl,
as wavelets roll to sandbar trysts,
swirl, turn, unfurl.
Shifting, spinning endlessly,
in glowing gossamer light
as the sun slips to the sea
and draws its quilts of night.
Ken (kenco)
---------------------------------------------------
Scraps- by bk53 (Curtis P.)
---------------------------------------------------
I amused myself for hours.
There wasn't much to talk about.
Cities written on little scraps of paper
brought to life by the magic of make-believe,
enabled me to shut out the world
for a little while.
Dad drove.
Mom rode, silent, beside him,
and I played my imaginary game
all the way to North Carolina.
I was shy, always preoccupied.
You could say I was a dreamer.
I always felt like an outsider.
There was love, the responsible kind,
but we never clicked.
We were just different.
He had grew up poor, fought in a war,
and may have resented the fact
that I lacked any sense of moral fiber.
I was the red headed step-child,
along for the ride,
and we were a house divided.
Fortunately we were rescued from poverty,
because mom was a stunner,
and you do what you have to,
to get by.
Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as love,
or is just chemicals and biology?
Am I a bad seed for thinking these things?
Nothing has changed to make me think differently.
I do not mourn the passing of loved one's
like I should.
At moments I believe there is a higher power,
but too often feel utterly alone.
Back in the back seat I'm remembering
shutting out everyone and everything.
BK53 (Curtis P.)
---------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------
we die a little more each day
by Solace512
---------------------------------------------------------
I've had this notion for quite some time now,
that a little piece of us dies everyday,
whether it be from aging-adding another year to the count,
losing someone you love,
seeing an ex with someone new,
depression,
having an awful day,
or missing someone dearly.
yeah, it's like that.
i die inside a little more each and everyday,
but what is there to stop this madness,
this seemingly unfortunate end?
is it to live, laugh, and love?
enjoy every moment?
cherish what it is you do have?
embrace life- struggles and all?
aging we cannot stop,
but heartache we can---try at least.
yes, it's true we die a little more each day,
but our spirits have the ability to retain a youthful hopeful nature,
in that we may truly live,
and not just wait for an end.
it's time to get out from under this gray cloud that hangs above my head,
and step into the sunshine.
--Solace512
In this busy time in each of our lives, let us remember to honor our own spirits and the passions we treasure! If you have not stopped into Mystic Muse lately, we welcome you to do so! You will find an abundance of beautiful poetry, photography and artwork here, as well as a special comeraderie between it's members. It may just spark the MUSE in You!
Take Care, Continued Blessings to each of you!
Yours In Art & Spirit,
elle (Mystic Muse founder & administrator)
This is the August 2007 Edition of the Mystic Muse newsletter.
This newsletter is intended to highlight the writings of Poets that utilize Mystic Muse as a resource for help in working at their craft and to serve as an update for Mystic Muse members about happenings in this tightly-bonded Writer's Community.
Currently, Mystic Muse has 87 members. This board has grown into a safe and sound Poetry community whose Mission is to foster creativity and spark the Muse. I believe we are different than any other community out there in that we truly care for our fellow writers and want them to succeed in each of their individual writing goals. We do not use belittling remarks, attacks or negativity to rise the muse, but rather believe that being positive and supportive while remaining honest in our critique and comments are a much more effective way of bringing out the Muse in each of us.
Our passion for the Arts is Obvious in each of our unique forums!
This Summer, Moderator Ken hosted a musing Photography contest titled "Summertime's Here!" which resulted in some phenomenal photographs being shared in that forum. I invite you to check these inspiring works of art out at:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?board=PhotoArt&action=display&thread=1182436562
We have also just added a new haiku warm-up challenge titled "Back to School." You can participate in that here:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=HaikuToss&thread=1188483770
We have also just added a fun and quirky "Coffee" themed Haiku challenge for those of us getting up earlier through the school year to see our little ones off:
mysticmuse.proboards17.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=HaikuToss&thread=1188484088
We have a couple of birthdays coming this fall: October 20th is Mike (PoetOf Serendipity) 's birthday and October 31st is Curtis Parker (bk53)'s birthday~ so make sure you wish them a Happy Birthday!
Here are our Featured Poems selected from summer posts at Mystic Muse, nominated by your fellow peers:
_________________________
I Can’t Speak…(But I can Still Feel)
by Daniel Stafford
---------------------------------------------
I Can’t Speak…(But I can Still Feel)
Faded,
Lost,
Replaced,
Chased,
Was,
Because?
Hidden,
Suppressed,
Repressed,
Squashed,
Ignored,
Like a pink elephant.
Time,
Ticks,
Tocks,
Nothing,
Done,
Undone.
Cheerful,
Perfect,
Faded,
Jaded,
Persuaded,
Touched,
Hushed.
Cinnamon in my blood.
Another night dawns.
Question,
Living,
Dead,
Happy,
Sad,
Here,
There,
Where?
Forever,
Never,
Ever,
Hush,
Shush,
Off,
Close,
Dry,
Eye,
Lie.
No matter,
Not after,
Just remember,
Purple and auburn,
A night,
A scent,
A sight,
A vision,
A decision.
It’s not regret,
Just inevitable,
What fire does to fuel,
Supernova,
Dazzled,
Disgraced,
Replaced,
Forget,
Forever,
Never,
Helpless,
Ever,
Heart.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/12/2007
-----------------------------------------
Longing
by PoetOfSerendipity
-----------------------------------------
Longing
The longing that I feel
Impossible for words
An ache within my heart
A hole within my soul
To know the highest mountain
Then come crashing back to earth
Like getting a glimpse of heaven
Now the glimpse more like a curse
When you come together
so much more than you were before
so when you’re torn apart
a part of you is lost with her
PoetOfSerendipity
________________________________
The Alchemists' Riddle by Daemona
________________________________
Teach me about purity of heart
and how to make a new start
untie me from the ankh at my feet,
I can´t stand hanging upside down anymore
with the emerald serpent hissing underneath
the clouds in my head.
Help me clear my thoughts,
life keeps on asking vaque questions
and hits me each time i fail
to give correct answers.
Tell me: What do you do with a well
if you don´t have a child?
Is money the secret password
to eternal life?
And between lion and shell
do you really think
the hunter is the better choice?
Show me the unicorns hidden in the sea,
convince God that even Lilith
the dark, the drunk, the desperate
- my muse in coals -
deserves a chance to be loved.
I heard He can
turn fire white
and create red crimson from what once was snow,
yet sometimes I think even He
can´t solve the alchemists´ riddle
not before and not after a whole pack of cigarettes.
Maybe I´m wrong
maybe I´m blind
I certainly know that I´m lost....
...so please, please
go on to convince me
go on to show me
to teach me....
....that what we share is true
and that though I am
open, maybe weak now
I could never feel better
than I am being with YOU!
-Daemona
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
Lonely People by Solace512
I often wonder why it is that cutters cut themselves.
is it just to feel something...anything at all?
And why do so many depressed people, when they don't seek help, ultimately end their own lives?
is it because they want to feel something?
is it because they feel like they are just so alone in the world--that they don't belong?
there are lonely people everywhere
we just don't know who they are.
it's hidden,
until we find out too late that they were unhappy---lonely.
it's a horrifyingly sad reality.
"i spend my lunch hours surrounded by people who apologize for every touch, so today i hugged a stranger.....
a thousand lonely people rioted."
why would they do that?
do they want to remain in such a state?
i'd like to think that instead they rejoiced,
because finally somebody gave a damn.
Solace512
------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
Tao of Grace-- by Ken
-----------------------------------------
Seek to master grace.
Power without grace is brute.
Choose the graceful way.
---Ken (kenco)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Empty and cracked by Poet Of Serendipity
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
An antique bowl
empty and cracked
the sweet nectar it once contained only a memory
Inside, in faded letters
a single word
LOVE
_PoetOf Serendipity
-------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------
Who Will Fill This World? by Daniel Stafford
I sit in the grey rainlight wondering,
Amidst clouds of pillowed steel,
Reading my peers and feeling,
I breathe in the angst like burned steel in this air,
Feeling a tentative green ghost waiting to be born,
A future we might yet bear to fruition,
A whiff of hope drifting up from my cup,
Of ginger-peach iced tea.
When you remember everything good in life,
Isn't it the moment someone you cherished cradled you,
Stroked your hair or hummed gently holding your hand?
What I know is that using anger like a tool burns you,
From the inside out it eats you alive,
It doesn't matter if you're an entire culture or a lonely heart,
It will make you its breakfast lunch and dinner,
As surely as this world spins 'round the sun -
I've seen it happen with my own two eyes.
We were great as a nation and as a people,
At those moments we were most filled with these things -
Dreams, hope, inspiration, compassion, vision.
What I know is that love fills you,
Feeds you and nourishes you and gently guides you,
And if you want to revere the past and those who went before,
Let their angers subside and yours as well,
Get closer to your ghosts in the memory of those moments that glow,
When they dreamed and loved and accomplished,
Give your ghosts a real future -
By dreaming and loving and accomplishing.
Tearing down takes moments,
Building up is always the real work.
What is it you birth?
Who will fill this world?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/18/2007
--------------------------------------------
Swinging- by Ken (kenco)
--------------------------------------------
I dream each time I swing my stick
it whispers softly at the tip
singing in a sylvan tongue
sweet as summer’s evensong.
I roll my wrists in rythmic twists,
curl, turn and twirl,
as wavelets roll to sandbar trysts,
swirl, turn, unfurl.
Shifting, spinning endlessly,
in glowing gossamer light
as the sun slips to the sea
and draws its quilts of night.
Ken (kenco)
---------------------------------------------------
Scraps- by bk53 (Curtis P.)
---------------------------------------------------
I amused myself for hours.
There wasn't much to talk about.
Cities written on little scraps of paper
brought to life by the magic of make-believe,
enabled me to shut out the world
for a little while.
Dad drove.
Mom rode, silent, beside him,
and I played my imaginary game
all the way to North Carolina.
I was shy, always preoccupied.
You could say I was a dreamer.
I always felt like an outsider.
There was love, the responsible kind,
but we never clicked.
We were just different.
He had grew up poor, fought in a war,
and may have resented the fact
that I lacked any sense of moral fiber.
I was the red headed step-child,
along for the ride,
and we were a house divided.
Fortunately we were rescued from poverty,
because mom was a stunner,
and you do what you have to,
to get by.
Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as love,
or is just chemicals and biology?
Am I a bad seed for thinking these things?
Nothing has changed to make me think differently.
I do not mourn the passing of loved one's
like I should.
At moments I believe there is a higher power,
but too often feel utterly alone.
Back in the back seat I'm remembering
shutting out everyone and everything.
BK53 (Curtis P.)
---------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------
we die a little more each day
by Solace512
---------------------------------------------------------
I've had this notion for quite some time now,
that a little piece of us dies everyday,
whether it be from aging-adding another year to the count,
losing someone you love,
seeing an ex with someone new,
depression,
having an awful day,
or missing someone dearly.
yeah, it's like that.
i die inside a little more each and everyday,
but what is there to stop this madness,
this seemingly unfortunate end?
is it to live, laugh, and love?
enjoy every moment?
cherish what it is you do have?
embrace life- struggles and all?
aging we cannot stop,
but heartache we can---try at least.
yes, it's true we die a little more each day,
but our spirits have the ability to retain a youthful hopeful nature,
in that we may truly live,
and not just wait for an end.
it's time to get out from under this gray cloud that hangs above my head,
and step into the sunshine.
--Solace512
In this busy time in each of our lives, let us remember to honor our own spirits and the passions we treasure! If you have not stopped into Mystic Muse lately, we welcome you to do so! You will find an abundance of beautiful poetry, photography and artwork here, as well as a special comeraderie between it's members. It may just spark the MUSE in You!
Take Care, Continued Blessings to each of you!
Yours In Art & Spirit,
elle (Mystic Muse founder & administrator)
