So spin you,
In endless discourse
Of soporific verse,
Tales in metaphoric puzzle
For which I have no use.
The unrelenting babble
Flows freely from the tap.
Rushing… stumbling… tripping…
Blurring like vision in hapless, straining efforts
To keep these eyes from closing.
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Like the world’s great polemicists’
Who, from behind their soap-box pulpits
Declaim –
You’re a poet and why shouldn’t the world know
The wealth you have to share?
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Glorifying as it may seem,
The sound to your ears of the voice from your lips,
It’s a singular assessment held by naught but your own self
But you can’t see
-- Why? --
Expansive declarations in absence of cognisance,
Unsound and unsubstantiated yet,
Senselessly regurgitated, allude to blatant ignorance
And fail at the profound.
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It’s admirable, but not enough,
Simply, to care about the world and
Its progressions –
The world wallows, merely, intermittently
In outbursts of despair at the apparent lack thereof.
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Ponder on this, for just awhile
The things you’d learn if only you’d listen
With open heart and open mind,
Without pre-fabricated
Convictions
Employ honesty, the most productive tool
Second to opinions formed by only you.
Listen and become informed
Then, give with a free soul and heart – full,
Untainted by the hand of pretension.
I liked this even with your post appended denials...
Self talk is wonderful and seems to be best in early AM (after staying up all night with caffeine?) "The birds are beginning to play, that must mean its the start of day..." and so he went on to write. You have a gift, enjoy it while you carefully transport that beautiful cargo (you and your thoughts) through life. Thanks for the hello! Love your poems.