Poetry: The Chamber

Sometimes there are no words at other times that’s all there are…

Be
Be quiet
Be still
Be quiet
Be still
I hear you
Feel you
Be quiet
Be still
I hear you
Feel you
Be quiet
Be still
 
The Muse 9:20:15
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Rise
Ride the Buffalo
Across the land
The holy place where spirit lives
Above the earth where ancestors reside
The eagle flies across the sky
Calling out to the ancestors
Rise
Spirit of the ancestors
Appear on the horizon
In the glow of Father Sun
Whispers carried on the wind
Saying…
Don’t give up, we’re not done
Rise
Ride the Buffalo across the land
Look up to the sky
Hear the voices of your ancestors
Whispering from where eagles fly
Rise
The great creator of the land
Calls out to every tribe
Through the voices of the ancestors
Who whisper on the wind…
Rise

The Muse 1:7:16 
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 Phantom
Within
And without consent
It rises,
It expands
Grows
Until it is almost insufferable
That’s when, you appear
Enticing and taunting
A sadistic game
Suddenly dissipating
Like it where never there
Left alone
Wondering…
Of this thing
A thing
Which creates fierce intensity
within
Unable to differentiate
Between the pain and pleasure
Of this thing
From where is its origin?
What is it trying to say to me…?
Beside the obvious
All my senses are engaged
Longing,
yearning,
desire,
anticipation
Emotions stirred
No darkness nor light
No fullness, nor void
The ache claims space
Resides deeply
Swelling
About to break
With such force…
That my complete existence
will be consumed
And dissolve within it
What is left?
Of a phantom love
 
The Muse 1:21/22:19 
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Rome 
I walk her streets in a day
Completely awestruck
And amazed
I see her major attractions
In a week
In a month I face her reality
And weep
Seduced by her beauty
Enchanted with her history
Curiously awed with…
Her strength and antiquity
A day
A week
A month
Not enough
An enchantress
Awakening my sleeping soul
A moment to love her
A lifetime to know her
A great sorrow to leave her
Bittersweet to remember her
Longing to return to her
Rome!

The Muse 9:18:2008
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The Shortest Poem Ever 

Me
And
You

The Muse 9:30:2010
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A Poem for You

In someone's heart
You are a poem

The Muse 4/10/2019
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