Gods And Poets

As I wandered through the bookstore

The one that I always dwell

I looked around at the sea of books

And understood what it is they sell

 

Amongst all the dead poets

And authors yet to be

There seemed to be an air of whispers

That were calling out to me

 

My favorite aisle of course

Is where the poets sleep

Bronte, Poe, Robert Frost

Their wells were running deep

were they Gods and Poets?

Or Poets and Gods?

It is still quite a mystique

 

A whisper here of genius

A whisper there of pain

So much living to be done

And so little yet to gain

For putting pen to paper

Is the hardest part of all

One must give in to their passions

And be not afraid to fall

 

The whispers getting louder now

As I pass each wondrous book

As if they all were bidding me

To come and have a look

 

My favorite poet once said;

“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow”.

And that has to be so true

The mind of a great poet

Like a well oiled machine must subdue

The daily thoughts and endless words

An Endless sea of blue.

By Ladyjane1

Inspired by MFB III

Charlotte Bronte       1816-1854   "Better to be without logic than without feeling".
Charlotte Bronte 1816-1854 "Better to be without logic than without feeling".

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Michael Shane 6 years ago from Gadsden, Alabama

Beautiful job!


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Michael thank you very much. Cheers.


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Ann Nonymous 6 years ago from Virginia

Bravo Ladyjane! Very creative and very inspired! Enjoyed it!


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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

You keep surprising me. Wow!


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Very pretty!!


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Ghost Whisper 77 6 years ago from The U.S. Government protects Nazi War Criminals

Happy Easter!

Love,

Ghosty!


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breakfastpop 6 years ago

Bravo, bravo, bravo!


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

Kudos to you, ladyjane. Your words in this paean to poets are like a waterfall of delight.


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50 Caliber 6 years ago from Arizona

Absolutely Sweet, the written word would be plain, dull, and drab, with out your special touch, that turns them to the ears what candy is to the tongue. Blessings this Resurrection Sunday.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Ann thank you, you are too kind. Im glad you enjoyed it that means a lot. Cheers.

@De Greek that I keep surprising you is making me wonder why? Im not just a pretty face you know? LOL

@Nellieanna thank you thank you. You are kind.

@Ghost Whisper thanks for reading and Happy Easter to you as well.

@Pop thank you but bravo is much too strong a word for my scribbles but they are appreciated. Cheers.

@drbj I love you! Cheers

@Caliber my day would be drab without your presence on my hubs. Happy Easter to you as well.


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kowality 6 years ago from Everywhere

A great way to start our Easter Sunday. Thank You and Happy Easter.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Kowality thank you very much have a wonderful day.Blessings to you and your family.


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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

I enjoyed reading this. Loved the "Whispers calling out to me." Great and moving poetry is more often like a whisper than thunder.

Thanks so much for sharing.

Love and peace

Tony


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Very, very smooth! Write on LadyJ!


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Blushing thanks Micky. Cheers


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billyaustindillon 6 years ago

Great poem finishing with an endless sea of blue - how apt :)


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

billy thanks for reading I appreciate it. Happy Easter to you.


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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

love it thanks God speed happy easter


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

the voice thank you and blessings to you as well.


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

What a kind and incredible tribute from you LadyJane, I am honestly touched by this work....such a lovely Easter gift

from a fellow poet, who is quite talented herself to say the least and the most in the best way possible. I will leave you with a poem that I feel describes why poets do what they do....and also with my eternal thanks for thinking of me in this hub.....

"A POET"S LIFE FOR ME !!!!"

We sail Through

a river of emotions

on a tiny white slip

of ground up trees,

with a pencil for an oar,

or a pen for a tiller,

making ripples in

the flow of languages,

cutting through them

swiftly and often

causing them to overflow....

all ordinary boundaries.

We are but pirates

serving out our sentences

for the treasures gathered

from other peoples lives.

We keep one eye

closed to the fear

that keeps others

from writing

and expressing themselves.

We look for a hook

to draw the attention

of all who pass by hoping

they'll pause and simply study

our scratched out renderings...

our graffiti of the mind.

We find safe harbors in dreams

and spend idyllic moments there,

and then share our booty with any

who would enjoy perusing it.

We turn the lines

of the equator

into the lines

of an equation....

equating life's

sorrows, and joys

with words that sing,

dance and move souls.

We build bonfires

in the hearts of men

and prance like

drunken minstrels

around the feelings they

subconsciously

share with us.

It is good to be

a poet....it allows

ones mind to

travel and unravel

all of the mysteries of life

by simply moving across

an 8 by 10 " space

with a lead tipped sword.

Our sails are

the bending,

and the turning

of the pages

of our thoughts,

they allow us to soar

beyond the humble bindings

of daily drudge into

the imaginary realms

of splendour.

Climb aboard,

grab an Oar and dip it

to the empty white

waters waiting below,

chart a course to verb island

stumble on a treasured thought,

add it to your

priceless collection.

Then if they hang you

for your crimes

you will only be

another dangling participle

still giving meaning to life

as you gasp out

your last breath.

Aye mateys,

poems are the

pebbles of the Gods,

they toss them in

a flat arc across

the streams of

our consciousness,

and watch gaily as

they skip and dance

with lilting joy

from our lips and pens.....

In the hold of

my heart many poems tarry,

and are cargo for

starving illiterates

seeking sustenance.

A glass of port wine,

a spark of inspiration fired,

some soft music,

a wanton women,

and a poem,

what else has

any meaning,

what else has a

point at the end

that sets so well

................period.

Loved This Lady Jane, Thanks Eversomuch~~~~MFB III


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

MFB you are quite welcome and I knew that I would also get a gift back from you, a very nice poem that is quite appreciated. I appreciate your presence on my hubs and you are an inspiration for me to do better. Blessings and hope your Easter was happy.


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Pretty nice...


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Sandyspider 6 years ago from Wisconsin, USA

Very nice poem.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

sandyspider always nice to hear from you thanks.


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MPCooper 6 years ago from Toronto/NYC/Las Vegas/Studio City, Hollywood/Gustavia, St. Barths

To my only fan,

I sometimes ponder what will become of our poems. Will they be just words on paper spoken in empty halls? Or maybe the fact that no pen was stroked or paper pressed is why our stories remain untold. In any case as a matter of fact, I really did quite enjoy that.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thanks MPCooper for reading and commenting and your point is very well taken. I wonder that sometimes too. Cheers.


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geegee77 6 years ago from The Lone Star State!!

That was an awsome poem you are so talented, seriously:)


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

oh you are just being nice sis. LOl Thanks.


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carmellowyoshi 6 years ago

Amazing poem. I can see why you have a superb rating. I have a question for you: Do you think imagination is more important then knowledge,and why? Once again, outstanding hub and thanks.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Carmellowyoshi I appreciate you visiting my hub and your kind words. As for the question, I don't think that one has to be more important than the other. I think they are about equal, Of course knowledge is important because without it one cannot sustain themselves, but on the other hand for a writer or poet or artist a good imagination is how they are able to support themselves. So I guess it just depends on every individual. I hope I answered your question and thanks again for the visit. Cheers.


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carmellowyoshi 6 years ago

You answered my question, thanks sooo much!

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