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Muse for my Art

and so it was it was it was it is ... she is,
and oh is she she is who what when where how,
i wanna i needa i gotta have her her,
here now always forever with me as we the us,
she is the force the life and spirit energy she drives,
she is the serenity the calm the comfort she subsides,
me because ... she is the greater of the evils ...she ... is ... Love,
she is air the sweetest melody to ever glide by my senses,
she is the tune the track the record of my life i,
sing her she is the single the solo the chorus the ballad,
she has it and she knows and she cares and shes there,
and i love her and she loves me that is she is the why,
im better enhanced strong a model an idol all because,
of her her and poetry her and her song thats stuck in my heart,
for her i am better ...

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  • Violet Moodswing Greeters member
    November 8

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    Welcome to AllPoetry!

    I like the effect of this poem. Realising there is a lot of repetitiveness, I think it gives it the effect of trying to move a write from heart to head and then out through the pen or fingers on the keyboard.

    Once again, welcome to the site. Let me encourage you to jump right into the AP community by reading and commenting on other poets around the site. The "Read" link in the top margin will help you find things you might like to view and comment on.

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  • Night Hope gold member
    November 6

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    We often seek someone to become our muse, to inspire the art that already resides within ourselves. While they may help in bringing it out from our inner recesses, they cannot put it there - they can only hold up the mirror, to show us what is already quite obvious to them and to others within our midst. Well done, Poet.