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Poetic Nightmare

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Elizabeth Santos
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0 posted 06-01-2000 07:05 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Poetic Nightmare


A poem just pops into my head
It really blows my mind
I conjure up exquisite thoughts
That leave the others blind

These notions only come to me
Beyond the midnight hour
Thatís when my muse of poetry
Exudes her mighty power

I get this real dynamic thought
That pounds my brain all night
I toss and turn, and let it burn
Into the morning light

It gathers up momentum
As it tumbles round and round
And forms into a solid ball
Of rhythm, thought and sound

The perfect verse, the perfect rhyme
The perfect charming grace
This poemís sheer perfection
Is so perfectly in place

Itís been ingrained into my brain
Iím  repetition worn
But thatís the price of glory
When a masterpiece is born

But let me sleep just one more hour
The poemís etched in my head
When I awake I start to shake
And jump right out of bed

I better sprint down to the screen
And write this baby down
Iíll never write one quite like this
The jewel upon my crown

So many verses in my head
Now how should I begin
I think Iíll write the last one first
Beginning at the end

But first jot down that middle thought
Into the hard drive, please
That one thatís going to rock the world
And bring it to its knees

Now let me see, how did it go
How did I word that phrase
It really was quite brilliant
But my mind is in a daze

Now letís go back and quick backtrack
This is a sorry plight
To reconstruct the spendid thoughts
That taunted me all night

Iím getting just a little shook
That I can not recall
The words, the thought, the meaning
Or the subject of it all

You canít catch fish upon a wish
Quick grab them from the hook
Your muse wonít wait and compensate
The snoozing time you took

My muse is down, she just left town
The bait canít last all day
I canít believe I blinked and
Let the big one get away!

Elizabeth Santos
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Lone Wolf
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1 posted 06-01-2000 07:08 PM       View Profile for Lone Wolf   Email Lone Wolf   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lone Wolf

Liz,

I loved this!!  Great poem!!!  Oh how I am sure we have all been there at one time or another....great idea and no place to write it!!  LOL....wonderful writing!  

Lone Wolf


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--Michael W. Smith
Elizabeth
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2 posted 06-01-2000 07:12 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

Very cute, and reminiscent of PdV's "Poet's Prayer"!

Elizabeth


 "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!"
-The Crucible

Martie
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3 posted 06-01-2000 07:41 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Yep, I know just what you mean.  One time I actually got up and wrote down some brialliance and then went back to bed...alas when I awoke, gibberish was what I'd said.

You haven't lost you muse Liz...it's still bright eyed and bushy tailed...loved this poem!
Kit McCallum
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4 posted 06-01-2000 09:39 PM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

This is a treasure Liz ... to the printer this goes, so when next I'm at a loss, you'll get my rhythm flowing again!  Loved this!!

Best wishes,
/Kit
fractal007
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5 posted 06-01-2000 10:51 PM       View Profile for fractal007   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for fractal007

That was the epitemy(sp) of what happens to me all the time!  I get this really awesome idea and then it leaves me the next second!
A very good poem, and also a poem that has a message.

When you've got an idea, write it down!!!


I also have a question:

What exactly is a muse?  I always hear statments like, "Oh, this guy is invoking a muse!"..   What the heck does that mean?  It almost sounds like the poet's summoning a monster or magical being or something...
Balladeer
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6 posted 06-01-2000 11:09 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Liz, it is very strange to keep jumping out of bed to write down thoughts before they get away. You should do what us normal people do....keep a tape recorder next to the bed and, when a thought or line comes to you, hit the button and record it! Saves all that jumping up and down, yanno???  
Denise
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7 posted 06-02-2000 01:00 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is fantastic, Elizabeth! I love it!  

Denise
brian madden
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8 posted 06-02-2000 01:53 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Itís been ingrained into my brain
Iím  repetition worn
But thatís the price of glory
When a masterpiece is born

It is amazing what we come up with, and it seems perfect but trying to put the words to paper is harder than it seems. All part of the challenge. wonderful poem one we can relate to.




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"I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards

"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".

Baltimore Grotto

"Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity"
Nicky Wire, A design for Life.

manic street preachers

La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh)
"Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much
I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay

Temptress
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9 posted 06-02-2000 04:48 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

LOL! Your ending was cute and frustrating at the same time.   I agree with Balladeer about the recorder.  
Loved it.  


 Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau"


X Angel
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10 posted 06-02-2000 07:02 PM       View Profile for X Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for X Angel

LOL now this I can relate to, except my poem was written and submitted to Passions and I still kept trying to rewrite in my mind at the same time I was worrying about my business and other things LOL. I slept very little last night, due in a large part to my poetry!

~H
Marge Tindal
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11 posted 06-02-2000 07:53 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Elizabeth, my friend~
This is just so absolutely refreshing !
Can't believe one ever got away from you.
You're a natural-born fisherman !

My philosophy -

When a poetic thought escapes me,
it wasn't meant to be mine.
It stopped to tickle my fancy
and scurried to another mind.

Sort of like trying on slippers,
from rack to rack I flit ...
Along comes Cinderella
and finds the perfect fit !

Love you ~
~*Marge*~


 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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