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
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  • 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. 😉

    • 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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