Story InstituteWaiting, 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
I…
Often wonder…
About the path…
My life has taken…
The Beale Street we called home…
Was quite, 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
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
Poetry whispers through the many breezes…It connects us to ourselves and nature. Words that can only bring you so far in your inspiration…sometimes, pictures excite our emotions more than initial words can create… Think you the picture below…live the setting, experience the conflict, live and evoke the emotion. Post it here, or share elsewhere, but write and enjoy…
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Cardinal Poem
A Cardinal Influences Peripheral Sight
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
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
By: John E. Murray, III
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
Since the writing of this verse, I have found the mirror, my soulmate…Teri.
By: John E. Murray, III
By: John E. Murray, III
