The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary

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Looking For A Muse

 

Looking For A Muse

I used to write a lot

Stories, poems and things

I used to dance and love romance

I even used to sing.

I woke up in the morning

With a smile upon my face

Went to bed with lucid dreams

But all that's been replaced.

No poem has come to me in days

No dream has come in nights

No dance or romance has lured me in

And nothing seems all right.

I was born with a pen in my right hand

I was born with such love in my heart

High, lofty dreams carried me on their wings

Couldn't wait for adventures to start.

There was always a muse standing beside me

Always spurring me on

Giving me hope and my own way to cope

As I wrote a new poem or song.

And through the years replacements found me

In moments of joy or of strife

A new muse and friend when old assignments would end

There was always a muse in my life.

But now, alas! There has been no muse

To take the last one's place

No one to inspire me to write again

With his love or his smile or his face.

Perhaps I exhausted the muses I had

Used up their inspiration somehow

Their talents were spent  (I don't know where they went)

But I'm ready to write, ready to dream.........

And I'm looking for a new muse to come find me now.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

      March 22, 2026

     my once and always permanent muse

                         L💙L

***A male version of a muse is simply called a Male Muse. While "muse" is traditionally feminine, male muses are figures—lovers, friends, or models—who inspire creative work. Common synonyms for a male muse include inspiration, mentor, guide, or partner.

Look Woman, You Said......

Look, Woman....

"Look, woman......" you said

Trying to sound gruff, Trying to look tough, 'Cause I had been mad And soon became sad 'Cause things had gone bad I didn't know why I didn't know how I wanted to fix What was breaking Down now I hated to fight Hated the path and the plight That love has to trod When it exchanges sweet nothings For politics and God I wanted to go back To the fun and romance The tease and the tension Of an endless slow dance My heart was so heavy My eyes started to cry The mountains fell on me, The stars from the sky I wanted to shake you Make you make sense But misunderstanding Made me put up a fence That I never wanted With it's "Keep Out!" alarms "Look, woman....." you said And before I could shout "What!?"
My hard heart just melted And fell into your arms........ 🧡

©By Voo Shining Stone Sept 11, 2020 2:20 a.m.

Loving You Is Easy

If I Could Turn Back The Hands of Time.....sigh

 

 

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IN YOUR POCKET (edit) 👇🖤↡🚩

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IN YOUR POCKET: In Your Pocket On the thirty-first of Always On the wrong side of the track I gave my heart to eyes of darkness But they didn't...

TEMPTATIONS

 

Small Lives

Small Lives

It is hard for people like me
Who have bigger hearts than most
To live such small lives.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such large dreams
Never see them come to pass.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such tirelessly thoughtful minds
To be disdained for the very thoughts we think.

It is hard for people like me
Who have more love in our little fingers
Than a thousand hearts who don't care that they don't care.

Why must it be so, this deadly truth?
This common fact,
This observation made on a daily basis
By those of us with all of the above and yet none of the above.

That is, the dreams that are fulfilled,
The grand thoughts brought to fruition,
The love we've given, returned
The hearts so filled with the yearning for life, given a chance to live?

Why must we live destitute
 In a world full of treasure chests spilling over with love?
Why must we dance in our dreams on feet floating on air
And wake holding nothing in our empty arms?

Why must we build the castles in our minds
Only to see them crumbled by reality's hands?
Why must our hearts wither and die, deprived of the thing
That keeps them alive more than blood?

Why must we live like this, helplessly watching
The big tidal waves sweep our dreams off the shore
Why must we live these small, small lives
When there could be so much, much more?

©By Voo Shining Stone

             Aprill 2020 

There'a A Space In My Heart

 

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SHATTERED

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SHATTERED: S  h a t t e r e d I never knew you were made of glass Until today......... I thought you were made of ste...

MEMORIES

 

 

Think About You

Let's Go Crazy....SPRING FORWARD in 2026 Nooooooooooo! not again!!!!!

Neither One Of Us

 

IT WAS THAT

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by Roy Todd

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It Was That

Dogwoods blooming by crystal streams

Twilight drifting past your shoulders

And touching my cheeks with starlight

We kissed our first kiss………….

It was that innocent, that special.

Mistletoe falling from Christmas trees

In a meadow draped white with snow

And decorated by angels

We danced our first dance………………

It was that breathless, that pure.

Cathedral bells chiming in the new year

In a golden city with silver streets

And champagne filling every mud puddle

We became one at our first joining………..

It was that beautiful, that forever.

And we breathed each other’s air

And walked upon one another’s feet

Arms entwined like ivy through lattice

With lips that sought no other mouth……………

It was our life, it was our love.

Van Gogh painted us,

Monet decorated our house,

Chopin wrote our love songs,

And Da Vinci was our teacher……………

It was our future, it was our history.

We grasped life with eager eyes

Living every moment

With our souls woven in wonder

Devouring love like bowls of bread………

And never getting filled.

Dandelions pushing through newly born grass

On a May day so golden the sun was singing

And wrapping the river in heated arms

We felt our first inkling……………..

It was that puzzling, that inconceivable.

And Autumn came

And the leaves did not turn orange and fall

The trees fell instead

And with them, all the colors in the world……………..

And left a canvas gray and without sun.

The gold of the dandelion

Turned to fragile wisps of fluff

Though the stem stood tall and straight

As long as it could stand…………..

And the winds came, dispersing all it’s glory.

What do you say when the book is finished?

When symphonies lapse into silence

And landscapes fall from their frames?

How do you recapture dreams that die at waking

And retrace steps that have vanished on the shore?

Dragons breathed upon me

And swept the sky of stars

The last rose wept and laid itself so gently on your heart

And every light blinked in the dark……………

And our house bowed it’s head.

Wildfires burning through emerald forests

Clear cut mountains that used to be green

Dust and ashes where there used to be life

We said our first goodbye………………….

It was that desolate, it was that sad.

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©By Voo

June 10, 2012

11:19 p.m.

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