Poetic Inspiration
Keep looking…its out there…find your muse…Perhaps these poems and such from our team will help…
Summer of Verses – Poem 4 – Deep Blue Dreams
So many hues of blue
So many wispy waves of white
So many fluffy pillows
Floating on the brilliant blue expanse…
Such is the view of the summer sky
Such is the snug cap
Keeping the heat below.
Sometimes darkness strikes
And, a small moment of coolness
Settles strongly on the setting below.
Keep an eye the greatness above
Keep an eye on the open dome…
Dreams drift on the breeze
That reside in the heights.
Search with heart
Search with passion
Find the warmth of the daily rays
And, appreciate the apex
For which you were meant to achieve.
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem 3 – During Sleep After Sunshine
Good morning my dear friend…
Do you know the time by chance…
No…maybe we need to talk about a clock…
What’s that, you can can not read the numbers…
Haven’t we talked numbers before?
Haven’t we held up fingers to show the digits?
What’s that, you still can’t read…
Perhaps, we should set your alarm…
Oh, your clock is not working…
Sigh…
Let’s try darker curtains…
Oh, you prefer shades…
Time to wiggle out of bed
We’ll sleep in after Fall…
Good morning little sunshine…
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem #2 – Bring Back Nature
Waiting, watching, wasting
The time away into
Some other place…
Some other time…
Some other thought…
Where did the day start
That is ended so off track…
Where did the sun go
When it disappeared before it set…
When will we see
Where the rain fell
During a much longer drought…
How can we bring back nature
Into a crowded, abbreviated room…
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem #1 – Writers Parallels
I…
Often wonder…
About the path…
My life has taken…
The Beale Street we called home…
Was quiet, secure, and middle class…
Loud, motor, not steam boats covered…
The rocky, slow moving river where we fished and played..
Driving here to just about anywhere was the norm…
While flying was left to later, family days, and…
The dreams to reach the encouraged heights…
Maintaining used swampland instead of…
Building magnificent, new kingdoms…
We pause, centered in melodies…
In a country stepping toward…
Being successfully read…
And, infinitly bound…
Together.
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses
Since summer kicks off in June, we will be kicking off our summer of verses in June as well…Story Institute will post at least one new poem every week…with a goal of one every day…If you are a writer, storyteller, or poet, you know how difficult it is to create words with meaning on the fly and under pressure…so, be patient…if you don’t see one in the morning…check back…there will be one at some point…afterall, there are 24 hours in a day…
The more poems we write, the more we books we will give away at the end of the summer. You must enter our poetry contest to be eligible for this Sumer of Verses book give-away. Encourage the verses here, on Twitter, or through email. Any way you choose, become a part of the Story Institute community. Thank you for your continued support.
All new poems will appear on the front page here and under Pinch of Inspiration
Poem – Intrepid Nature
Have you ever seen paradise,
Yet, could not smell the flowers?
I have.
Have you ever crossed the finish line first,
Yet, did not win the race?
I have.
Have you ever heard the thunder,
Yet, never felt the rain?
I have.
Have you ever touched the stars,
Yet, never seen the moon?
I have.
Have you ever felt complete joy,
Yet, feared its source?
I do.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – On Inspiration
Do not wait for the moment of inspiration to arrive…go out and search for it yourself…
Small sparks,
Flashes of brilliance,
Loud booms of thunder,
And flashes of lightening,
Begin to penetrate the inner being.
All swirl round and round,
Crashing violently into each other.
Some combine,
Others repel.
And all wait for the stories they may tell.
The dim light of a candle,
A flaming torch,
Cause the rejuvenation,
Of a dormant mind and soul.
Words combine to form phrases,
Which create a base.
On paper they may look good,
But when a reoccurrence
Of the former takes place,
They may not sound as good,
As one thinks they should.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Where There is Certainty, Doubt
Critique, Research, Explore,
Which one fits no more?
We have come to think only with our mind,
Making true love even harder to find.
The beauty found within, is found without,
Where there is certainty, Doubt.
We have become creatures who cause pain,
Considering not the shame.
We do not live, but die
In that which we create,
As it comes into constant debate.
The intensity found within, is cast without,
Where there is certainty, Doubt.
We must feel, learn, grow
In order to know,
Of life and what it brings,
Before that final bell rings.
The truth which lies within, is only without,
This is the reason for the Doubt.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – All of This
Acquires the attention of angels.
Your tempting tones,
Trigger the tremors of time.
Your sweet scent,
Stimulates the source of simplicity.
Your luscious lips,
Link latent longings.
Your engaging eyes,
Energize the evolution of our efforts.
And, your sensitive inner self,
Soothes the center of my soul.
All this, all of this…
Allows our love to grow.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Babbling For…
A mind is a terrible thing to…
Waste not want…
Not on your…
Life is not…
Easy come, easy…
Go to the front of the…
Line-jumping is not…
Permitted to run…
Wild-goose…
Chase your…
Dreams can come…
True love comes from the heart, not the…
Mind over…
Matter of life and…
Death warmed…
Over my dead…
Body, mind, and…
Soul means of…
Inspiration.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – I Wait…
I await the purest of inspirations,
The mirror of my soul,
My soulmate.
Have I seen her beauty?
I know not.
But, I have envisioned how her eyes sparkle
With a youthful exuberance and incomparable brilliance.
Have I heard her voice?
I know not.
But, the sweet melodies she sings,
Chimes in time with my delicate heart strings.
Have I savored her lips?
I know not.
But, such delicacies are reserved for only the finest tables,
And, I have yet to receive that invitation.
Have I scented her fragrance?
I know not.
But an alluring aroma has drifted past every now and then
On the fresh, exciting breeze of many evenings.
Have I felt her hand?
I know not.
But a soft touch has, at times, settled on and silenced
My thunderously thumping and perpetually pounding heart.
Have I sensed her,
Yes, oh yes…every day in many ways.
This is why I linger and hope stays.
I await the purest of inspirations,
The mirror of my soul,
My soulmate.
Since the writing of this verse, I have found the mirror, my soulmate…Teri.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Where Were You
Where were you when the onslaught of inspiration hit?
Sensing…
Where were you when stream of consciousness took over?
Absorbing…
Where were you when the lulls of lapsed time blended together?
Hoping…
Where were you when the inspiration began to fade?
Worrying…
Where were you when the flame was extinguished?
Crying…
Why didn’t you help?
You never asked.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Soul’s Shadow
Experiencing living from the inside out
May leave one in constant doubt,
Of life and what it may bring.
But, if we continue to question
The gifts we are given,
We are left with nothing on which to cling.
We may never be alone together,
But, for now, alone maybe better,
Especially, for seeing how amazing angels can truly be.
When we look into the eyes of such a cherub
We are granted but a glimpse of heaven,
And, when we spend time with our best friend,
We are engulfed by the remnants of eternity.
Though I know,
I will be missing you while being without,
Your soul’s shadow will remain within
And settle as a precious part
Of my ever-hopeful heart.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Closing
Closing
If it is not love you are in,
Please do not tarnish your soul with the sin
Of signing your letters as such.
For though I care for you very much,
I fear the truth in the simplicity,
And fret this may not be within me.
Be creative with your ending,
And conscious of the message you are sending.
Consider sincerely, happily, or caringly instead,
So as to stop my aching heart and soothe my pounding head.
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem – Softly Settle
Softly settle
On the surface of my heart,
Sweet Angel.
For it quivers,
Awaiting the quenching quietude
Only you bare.
Begin blending
With the intense beats
And bring about
The bounties of my soul.
By: John E. Murray, III
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