I lived life behind secure locks
Within the limits of my box.
Bored but content, out of harm’s way,
I was complacent in the dark
Until you came and lit the spark
That chased obscurity away.
You started a blaze so divine
It penetrates my confine,
And keeps murky shadows at bay.






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Be Inspired

Take a bow
Take chances
Chances are
Chances end
End the cycle
End hate
Hate the drama
Hate the game
Game changer
Game face
Face off
Face the music
Music speaks
Music is life
Life changing
Life is beautiful
Beautiful existence
Beautiful you
You can do it
You are strong
Strong believer
Strong will
Will to succeed
Will to win
Win from within
Win big
Big difference
Big dreams
Dreams chased
Dreams come true
True story
True love
Love yourself
Love is blind
Blind side
Blind fear
Fear is a lie
Fear nothing
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
Gained experience
Gained control
Control yourself
Control fate
Fate is within
Fate leads the willing
Willing and inspired
Willing to be


This poem was just one that was featured in “Emily Sturgill’s Help Wanted: Poets please apply” anthology earlier this summer. Read this and many more brilliant pieces by downloading your copy HERE. Her collection covers a myriad of topics and includes 19 different poets, all from the WordPress community.

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Utterly Uninspired

SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “U”

I had nothing prepared in advance for today. I wrote out a list of ideas for each letter back when this challenge began 20+ days ago. Even then I had absolutely no plans for the letter “U”. I figured that something would come to me eventually. This morning I got my coffee, I sat down, I grabbed the keyboard, and nothing. I read a little, I messed around on Twitter, I updated Facebook, and still nothing. Then I said, out loud, “I am utterly uninspired”. At that moment, this practically wrote itself:

I am utterly uninspired,
Head blank, pen tired.
Try as I may,
Nothing to say.

My mind is comfortably numb,
Wordless outcome.
Makes me crazy,
Brain so hazy.

Looking for a flash in this dark,
Seeking the spark
That lights a fire
And fills my quire.

Poe Poetry

SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “P”

Poetry is my muse and Poe is my favorite poet. Edgar Allan Poe’s life story is not an uplifting one. He suffered great losses that took their toll upon him as a man. Those same losses are also likely why his works are such compelling reads.

10 Facts:
l. Born Edgar Poe, “Allan” was not added until Poe was orphaned at age 2 and sent to live with John & Frances Allan.
2. He was the first known writer in the U.S. to earn a living by writing alone. As most writers can relate, this left him financially insecure.
3. Poe was a raging alcoholic. So was his older brother.
4. He married his 13 year old first cousin when he was 26 years old.
5. Poe accused Henry Wadsworth Longfellow of plagiarism.
6. “The Raven” made Poe a household name almost instantly. He was paid $9 for its publication.
7. Poe was best known for his fictional works in the Gothic genre. He also wrote satire, hoaxes, detective stories, and reinvented science fiction.
8. Both Poe’s mother and Poe’s wife died of consumption (tuberculosis).
9. Edgar Allan Poe died at age 40 under mysterious circumstances. His death certificate was lost.
10. Poe’s obituary began “Edgar Allan Poe is dead. He died in Baltimore the day before yesterday. This announcement will startle many, but few will be grieved by it.”

Two Poems:

A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Dead Poets Society

Day 4 ~ Steven Fox Writing’s Alphabet Challenge. The letter “D”. There are a lot of topics that I could blog about. For one thing, dreams have been a huge part of my life. I have vivid and often terrifying dreams. I remember most of them in great detail, even those I had as a child. Dreams are quite a muse for me. Then there’s defendant. I do have to be in court again today. I will have to testify at a preliminary hearing about the home invasion we had last summer. These defendants have reeked havoc on our lives for months now. I’m sure my disdain for the culprits would fuel some pretty passionate, and probably negative, material. However, because I have to be in court today, I don’t have the time to do these topics justice.

Dead Poets Society is the best idea I’ve had anyway. It is, after all, the movie that inspired me to write in the first place. I was 15 years old when I saw this movie. I was also 15 years old when I published my first poem. Clearly this movie had an immediate and intense impact on me. I cannot believe that Dead Poets Society turns 25 this year. 25! Many quotes from this movie are timeless, inspirational and breathtaking. I’m sure you’ve all seen the Apple commercial that recites the first quote below. I choke up a little every time it takes over my TV. So here, enjoy bits of flawless writing taken from a life-changing movie:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? ~John Keating

There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for. ~John Keating

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. ~John Keating

I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face! ~John Keating

We’re not laying pipe! We’re talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? “I like Byron, I give him a 42 but I can’t dance to it!” ~John Keating

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. ~Henry David Thoreau

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone. ~John Keating

I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. ~John Keating

They’re not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? – – Carpe – – hear it? – – Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary. ~John Keating

This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls. ~John Keating



Thank you, O Captain, my Captain, for inspiring me to find my voice.