The Faeries of Birchwood Grove
By Patricia Harris
Dancing about to and fro,
Look at all the faeries go.
Birchwood grove is a busy place
Where all the faeries dance and play.
Advice and help for you to care
are easily found in abundance there.
Tips on animals, food and herbs,
gentle fun and lots of preserves.
Goods made with Love and care
easily found over there.
Disturbed Official video for sound of Silence
I posted this link because today it was my strongest Influence. I am often extra critical of remakes, as I feel that the statement that there is nothing new under the sun keeps being proven. I however have a few that I prefer the remakes to the original but not many. This is one of those. The lead singer is perfect for this song. I found in this a bit of inspiration. I have found inspiration for poetry before in songs. The way a song makes me feel or the way certain lines go together. It amazes me what can be inspiration and what can merely be just enjoyable.
I know a lot of people who look for their inspiration only in writing prompts. Or in the world around them. I find inspiration everywhere. Do you?
He always seemed to be a mark that poets of my generation were expected to try for. While I enjoy his work, I found others who touched my soul more.
Posted by Patricia Harris, Author on Thursday, March 24, 2016
If you could,
Please tell me,
what exactly is
Normalcy?
Every thing i do
Just to try and fit in.
And still it feels i will
Never win.
Chaos surrounding
weirdness abounding.
Too strange to be
Like the world around me.
Must fight to adhere
Show no signs
Of queer.
Bury the shame,
Act just the same,
Else you won’t be
Allowed near.
A story whispered
Told again.
Heard by those
Not meant to say,
Growing monstrous,
Expansion uncontrollable.
Truth or fiction,
Rumbling through society
Becoming legend,
Becoming real.
Difference twixt legend
and fantasy shone
n a harsh and
an all too revealing light.
It’s your voice i hear,
When my doubt is high.
My hesitation stems
From you not hearing
Each echoing cry.
I show you my art,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
In hopes of pride swelling high,
all you can do is huff and sigh.
Tis but doodles you claim,
I guess you really do not see
How deeply it is you are cutting me.
I show you my words, written with care,
Shared so intimately.
Only to feel disappointed again.
No pride in me,
No surety.
All i hear dripping from
Those lips i love,
Is how naught i do
Is ever good enough.
I have decided to share a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.
from A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me
from creative Juices : Creative Juices
From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations
From Word Play : Vocal
And lastly from my Wip….
Life Drops : Anxiety
Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.
There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.
Dripping loosely
the juices flowing,
the muses kiss sending
random ideas to a
creative brain.
Stories & Poems,
Lyrics and verse.
Flowing free the words
both dark and light.
Wringing out the heart,
pouring loose the soul,
putting pen to paper
trying to fill that hole.
Nothing blocking the drain,
naught to hide the pain.
Beauty and joy,
hope and sadness,
Intermingling loosely
as ink wets the page.
You see the darkness
That has seeped into my soul,
And fear the same that
Resides within you.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
Explore yourself,
And see what lies within.
Embrace it all
And fear it not,
For no part of who you are
Is meant to frighten.
I speak what lies
Within the human soul,
Within the human heart.
Those words are torn from
Experience that was hardest won.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
When you walk along
The path that I was forced to crawl,
And hold your head to the sky,
When I could barely see into another’s eyes.
Do not think to judge that escape
That the truth has wrought.
For in this life the truth
Is the only tool that I was allowed.
Trying so hard
To spark the muse,
To get an inspire.
Brainstorming,
Planning,
So much i can’t see.
How do i pull this creativity
Out of me?
Searching the web
For the dreams
That others have spun.
To start a storm
Electrifying new places,
Starting ideas flowing.
Elusive muses failing
To provide even
The most simple idea.
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