... to the Poet

... the beat is Rhythmic like a drum,
from which you flow true words of clarity and fire,
that indeed if we do not by despair
'nor by remorse go within,
that we then lessor so, go without!!!

Blessed beauty comes to us again and again,
a fragile reaching and a flowing testament;
we by this courage reach and reach again,
if burned twice or more,
we reach out to say,
I am and will be again and again,
a receptacle of kindness
and giver of Love again and again, today!

That tears of strife bring us relief,
to Peace that boon of Soul;
Where we begin again and again,
to look within, Oh, blessed be,
that this Beauty is inside of me.

We may not have the riches,
nor the house and car to flaunt,
but we’ve got the Sun in the morning
and the Moon at night,
what more could we ever want.

... each piece gathers emotion
and moves us along in the wisdom of Poetry;
that we are the meaning makers.
As such,
we can revision our past,
change it,
and envision our future,
create it,
by these small words we write
with all our Hearts and all our minds ...

oh, what a haunted homage to those fallen
in the madness and desperation of life.
We capture the feelings of fragility
and futility in this write we write.
Under flag and under state,
we march to our bloody field,
not to return 'nor to hesitate,
we make our stand or burn;
a conflagration leapt from our pen,
again and again.

Yet we write for a little moment,
from our Heart of passion,
to cling to immortality
in a word on a page
from which we write
to write beyond which we can see,
and in that is our commonality!

... Oh! On fragile wings our visions fly,
and with a penned veracity,
from our inner life into their inner eye,
we show them the Angels of mercy ...

... you have Nature's breath stirred in your Poem,
and that she can burn, and all to ash, if spurned...
her urge is we, and that you see,
her tale is not yet ended,
nor yet us, but perhaps,
we shall fall, if we hear not her call ...

as Poet we set dark and light textures in a piece,
the Poetic device creates the tension, and we agree ...
yin/yang in a Poem or even a sentence
can paint new wonderings unseen by even the Poet ...
like enjambment can create a beat…

... a fragile reaching and a flowing testament;
we by this courage reach and reach again,
if burned twice or more, we reach out to say,
I am and will be again and again,
a receptacle of kindness
and giver of Love again and again, today!

Natures song is played in melodies that bring me along
in the flow of poetry such as this,
plays on my heart as a Divine kiss ...
Our flowing pen and lavish language
are here united in a beautiful prayer!

... the beat is Rhythmic like a drum,
from which we flow true words of clarity and fire,
that indeed if we do not by despair
'nor by remorse go within,
that we then lessor so, go without!