They nudge in wee hours of the morn When minds are free, channels uncluttered Free from the clamor of day traffic Whispers transmitted to the ear of the psyche Thought provoking words, sanctioned words, Passionate words, lustful words, Crucial words, inspiring & instructive words… The Muse Goddesses Whispering softly Pens and pads patiently wait Placed just for this moment On bedside stands Waiting for an unexpected visit Again In the quiet of the morn Before the break of day She pens the muse-inspired words She writes in the wee hours of the morn. At message end, she falls into blissful slumber Then, awakened again As the sun shows its face She reads what was whispered And is delighted as she shares… Penned whispers of the Muse Goddesses.
IT DOES HAPPEN THAT WAY SOMETIMES...DOESN'T IT? DONE BEAUTIFULLY...YOUR PHRASES PRODUCE A VIVID IMAGERY. ENJOYED AND THANKS FOR SHARING. BLESSINGS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Bravo! In the midst of most restful slumber, they come clambering. Chatting boisterously to awaken me. In myoclonic jerk I rise straight up in my bed. Words whirling in the esoteric parlance of Erato and Polymnia. The Muses have little consideration for the needs of mere mortals. Especially, nocturnal slumber. Light, turn on the light. I cannot write in this pitch darkness. Would you please visit in the light of day. You Muses need not when I am abed, to come and play. They are rascals, are they not? Again bravo! I love it! Thank you Janice Beaty Springs. Jon Michael Willey
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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