by Leland Waldrip
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“I can’t get no — sa tis fak shun!”
Stones’ assertion was statement of life
For that group’s relative station —
Sharp harbinger of profit and strife.
A poet’s comfort is in his work,
Happiness, creativity employs,
Other communications may shirk,
But pen in hand, spirit buoys.
Work merits deepest attention,
Takes shape with the speed of snail,
Concentration matches intention,
Meets finish with joyful wail,
Sigh with deep satisfaction,
Enjoy the fruits of endeavor,
But if long dwells inaction,
Contentedness mars “forever,”
For at signoff, emptiness may lurk,
Silently, to spread and grow.
Satisfaction marking end of work
Can strike Muse a heavy blow.
And if She deigns never return,
To shower her bright inspiration,
Or make the spirit wildly yearn —
Latent ink, dry precipitation.
I lowly moan in deepest despair,
My fate’s darkest path wander,
Find no words in thinnest of air,
Not here, nor there, nor yonder.
I stare at lexicon and tear my hair,
Pull at stars for a silver thread,
In anguish wish for even a nightmare,
To splash dark verse inside my head …
Oh, return to this soul, fickle Muse,
Deluge mind with songs that wing,
With pen in hand, let my spirit loose,
Noblest thoughts, fruition bring,
Set them to sing a chorus refrain,
Symphonious harmony of word,
Prismatic imagery each entrain
Rainbow flight, butterfly and bird,
Deftly across ink-adorned page,
Tinted flit, charm of golden voice.
So, Muse, as power I re-engage,
Words exported will be your choice.
As poetry flows from you to me,
In darkest storm or brightest sun,
I strive steadfast principle to be:
“Not too much — sa tis fak shun!”
© 2004 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
|This is superb Leland. But then you always have been a master of the art of writing|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|satisfaction is a well constructed poem ... this poem fits the criteria most profoundly ...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Can't get any either, Leland. Comforting, isn't it? Last stanzas much better than the first.|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|Hey, have you been riding my wave length, or frequency? LOL Aint this the truth, loved it.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Excellently penned, so witty!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Know any doo wop?|
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|Reviewed by Robert Blackwell (Reader)
|Spoken from your heart with doo-wops from mine, my friend!|
|Reviewed by Mark Mahoney
|Writing is satisfaction in itself
a most enjoyable read full of more truths than i realised, well done Leland, take care...Mark...
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|I hope you find your place of satisfaction on a regular basis. Nicely done.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|A masterpiece of ingenuity and wit
in my humble opinion Leland!
I truly love this poem!;-)
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"Satisfaction" guarantees full delivery of poetical meals!
I Salute You, Poet!
Long Healthy Life.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|Leland, this made me smile and yet, it deals with a situation all writers face at one time or another. You have a gift for injecting humor into your writings at times. This piece is a nicely penned poem with good flow and rhythm.|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|This is excellent, Leland and greatly enjoyed
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|Sounds like the dreaded "writer's block" to me, Leland, m'dear... Hmmmm... some say, even in poetry, the best defense is offense.. when the muse in refuse mode, flank her and write 'til something makes sense... I, myself, did that once... oh, my... I'm still doing it!! (grin). On the chance that I missed entirely what you said here, I'll send you some of my homemade biscuits. Oh, wait... I can't.. sigh... there wasn't much of a muse for those either... even cats and dogs refuse to eat my baked goods... These comments are proof that when I have nothing of any import to say, I just keep blabbing... sorry. LOL. I do love the way you rhyme. Yep. (This woman is a well-known pest and will be removed from this window promptly!) smiling katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Sheila Jones (Reader)
|Your poetry is simply glorious, Leland!
Beautiful talent you have...
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|This is really a good one Leland!!
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Hey Leland..what a marvelous song this would make...
the poets prayer kind of....
I kept wanting to hear music with it..Of course
you know we have all been there...done that...
Muse?...what is that? LOL...I think mine died..
really enjoyed this insightful poem very much..
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Couldn't have said it better myself. I might have said it once. I did! I did! I did say, "I can't git no . . ." This is a keeper, Leland.|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|It would really be hard for me to pick a favorite line..for I like them all.
This is just one of those writes that will stay with me for a long time. Great write Leland. Lisa
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
|Oh, Leland...this is really good!
My favorite line (as is my life's theme) is:
"...with pen in hand, my spirits buoy..."