Shelley’s Steely Soul

Kevin Michael Bloor

I swear by Shelley’s steely soul,
as poets, we have ups and downs.
Some lows, some highs, some times of trouble
(some bastard’s bound to burst your bubble!)

I vow, sometimes, we’re high as steeple.
and poets can be placid people,
until some sad, sick sons on bitches
unpick from poet’s cloak the stitches!

I say, we’re only killing time,
composing raw and raucous rhyme,
yet, sorrow in our souls is sowin'
a mustard seed of faith that’s growin'!

I swear by Shelley’s steely soul
As poets, we’re transparent people,
with no one’s mind we plan on messin’;
believe us; we’re hell-bent on blessin’!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2021 10:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my unappreciated poet friends
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments4

  • Fay Slimm.

    And loud applause from this female poet who agrees with every perceptive line. Thanks a load for sending us Shelley's steely soul for we really do need it when our up become down. Great read Kevin.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you, Fay. Always appreciate your feedback and support. 😉

    • Accidental Poet

      Kevin, you're a poet's poet. Great writing here. ; )

      • Kevin Michael Bloor

        Thanks AP. I always try to think of you all when I'm penning my poor little rhymes. 😉

        • Accidental Poet

          Poor little rhymes? You can't fool me Kevin, your poetry is award winning stuff far as I'm concerned. Top shelf work. ; )

        • 2 more comments

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful words Kevin and so very true.

          Andy

        • L. B. Mek

          'Some lows, some highs, some times of trouble
          (some bastard’s bound to burst your bubble!)'..
          ain't that a fundamental truth for all of life, dear Poet
          still
          we have our scribbles, imbued
          with potent: liberating traits of serenity
          while they have their pathetic zeal
          for destruction and malicious malignancy;
          I know which side, I'd rather be
          if given a choice, and so - I remain
          ever grateful, it was chosen - for me...



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