The Poet
Poets embed themselves
within my heart.
I need not have eyes to read,
ears to hear,
nor shall I bide my time in poetic waste.
Poets speak well in my mind’s eye
… without pen
and have done so throughout a lifetime.
Life blooms in awesome hues.
Sometimes … colours clash,
refusing to combine,
they remain non colours
… black
and white;
Unable to join the spectrum
… alpha and omega.
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So then life moves on.
Avoiding games, greeting new.
Living amidst the wealth
of a world’s offerings;
Breathing in good … exhaling bad;
Offering no hate, no negative force;
Only a need for peace to rule.
Tears have cursed cheeks
... too many a time.
So actions need take place,
where words will not suffice.
I will not bear arid desolation from life.
My love for life is great!
I will give, share, care … with Love
and always
... keep my poets at heart’s range.
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