To Honour My Muse
Words so easily pour onto the page
These words are a little different to my style
I often write of tales of heartbreak and woe,
Lately my Muse has poured words onto my page
Telling of excitement and happiness I now know.
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My Muse brings out the absolute best of me
Wanting me to shout to the world and all,
Words pour so easily on to my page now
My Muse wanting it written big or small.
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My Muse is all about delight, love and smiles
Making my world a far better, happier place,
A world filled with happiness and delight
Causes a smile to so often grace my face.
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My Muse causes me to laugh, hard and loud
Calls for me to begin loving long and hard,
Believes I deserves the long awaited happiness
Patiently waiting for me to lower my guard.
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It’s refreshing knowing someone has my back
My Muse stands strong and tall, believing in me,
Gives me love and trust like I’ve missed for years
Setting my scarred heart and woe-some pen free.
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These words are written to honour my Muse
To let them know they are so appreciated,
I love their daily patience and loving words
The skipped heart beats that have me captivated.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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