As gentle a poet, in his own words, he may write
From his picture guesses, some rivers will run
A gesture as in he may or may not use imagination
By writing over his rainbows underneath his Sun.
Polite and adverse using more words than he can
Messing up arteries where his pen had poured red
Flustering over his madness, boiling over some point
Bare his heart out to the Lane to the lamb of the dead.
He who stands alone beside his desired station
Played on a Manhattan's Moon silhouettes face
Where in his world of politics, poems and pain
He rewrites it over again with flair and his grace.
And although he makes of kind-hearted stress
Laughing along with the love of his masterly win
That from the notes of his alphabet may squabble
To his kindness committed foremost and his within.
As gentle a poet, as gentle as his heart may bleed
Outwards and forthcoming, his taking and giving
He'll kneel down before the altar of his own work
To break free of trade and learn to love his writing
His mosaic of composing what he feels is best
From each corner of his circle, he'll be a square
Nervously seeking for the world to make amends
And to treat his patients and to trust in being fair.
Although sometimes a poet may become conflicted
Due to these visions, he percieves super impressed
Colours spread across his oceans of deep despair
Shall serve to agree or disagree for never the less.
A distinction of honesty, persistence and hope
Delivered on paper with a whole bunch of new
In knowing his fate at the success of his stories
Ringing out loud, calling all readers of the truth.
Sat away in his tiny cottage, in Austria will do
Jollying on with his craft of learning to be okay
And with his smile from here to there in a life
Clasping his magic wand within a world away.
As gentle a poet as indeed he stays too close
Inside his heart dreaming is something he felt
Towards the healing of his emotions he shows
The enormous congregation that he shall help.
His golden ticket arrives through his letterbox
Revealing his rewards to the world he spoke
Being his humbled self to just wait for and see
The beginnings of his fortunes filled with hope.
His swan blackens the darker side to poetry
As he brightens up the day with his own book
For his confidence in completing daily chores
Mundane love inspires the love that he took.
To wake up to a hot summer out on his lawn
With his heart upon his shoulders, he shakes
Grasping at thoughts as the night turns to dawn
Beautifully written poems from the words he takes.
Constantly comparing to other poets in need
Sharing confusion, frustration and his plays
About Shakespeare, he writes and takes heed
As his dreams conjure up something each day.
As gentle a poet, as gentle as a babies touch
To stitch-up together and to remember he will
Keep him thriving before it becomes too much
And to thank his pen for writing what he feels.
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May that pen never cease from writing these wonderful words Kevin.
I hope so, Gold and may it still reign. Thanks for the lovely comment...!!
HI KEVIN ~ You have really pushed the BOAT ot with this one ! Great structure with 15 balanced QUATRAIN good Rhythm and Rhyme Pattern (mainly xaxa xbxb etc). In you excellent POEM you highlight many characteristics of True Poets many of which ANGELA & I can empathise with and all of which are exemplified on MPS ! These are:
Poetic - imaginative - honest (telling it like it is) - repetitive - stressed (light heartedly) - in love with ones words - composing a mosaic ! - angry with the World - sometimes ambitious - persistent - hopeful - true (to his own convictions) - reclusive - magician - emotional - (sometimes) sees his Poems Published ! His POEMS (like yours) are elegantly penned - he has an urge to write a POEM every day ! Shares his confusions & fruatrations but gentle as a baby's touch and sees his PEN as his MOUTHPIECE ! Its a pity POLITICIANS aren*t more like POETS !
MPS is an awesome site - it encompasses a plethora of (mainly) amateur poets some of whome are outstanding like FAY ! Angela & I are performance POETS and (like PAM AYRES) Sitz in Leben Poets - about LIFE AS WE SEE IT ! Most of the comments we get are encouraging ! We try to ENCOURAGE all MPS MEMBERS - Positive - Negative & Neutral. Most of our POEMS are collborative because ANGELA did not want her own site ~ OK ! Thanks for sharing ~ much to PONDER !
Blessings & Peace & Joy to you & yours
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💜🧡💙🧡
Wow, Brian, what a wealth of poetic knowledge to dwell upon. I'm with you, brother and with tendencies to lay back and read what appears on MPS on a daily basis leaves one breathless, to say the least. I have learned so much about writing on this network of intelligent naturally and artistically flared writers
As much as a write a friend laugh with me the other day about how much I dislike English and was happy to be illiterate.
Many of your or any like it take me so long to read, it take my full concentration and stopping my mind wondering off.
This felt like I was lost in time on your words, I lost count of how place you took me back with your spell, even putting into a readable format what I can only feel!
You truly feed my soul with the flow from your heart, helping train and slow down my mind.
I don't know everything but I definitely know this, we are all where we need to be.
Thank you for the years of sharing our poetry!
Among my legends, that I will one day meet.
Until then my friend, let our pens be free rambling endless possibilities
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