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There was the age of stone,

where power came from physical strength.

There was the age of Bronze,

where power was wield by brawn.

There was the age of Iron,

where power came from steel.

There was the Industrial age,

where power “rolled from the barrel of a gun.”

But,

now we live in the information age,

where power roles off the tongue,

and lightning strikes from the Poet’s pen,

forget about picking up an obsolete gun.

For we are lovers,

noble warriors wielding words

to extract emotions,

and feelings to the bitter end.

We squeeze hearts with metaphors

to get a drop of tear.

We excite the brain with imagery

to induce hypnotic stares.

We grasps the spirit with moods,

and mental tones,

to tease and titillate the frame-works of the mind;

to bring about a psychological state

of strong emotional patterns.

We paint pretty pictures with words

to steal you away to fantastically worlds.

You fall in love:

Laugh

Smile

Cry

Weep

Lament,

and shed crocodile tears after we evoke despair.

The Poet’s mighty words

sit upon a throne

garb in its blessed “High Art” robe,

in this present age of reason.

If it is power that you seek

then take up your sharpen sword

of rhythms and rhymes;

lay down a few line for lovers,

and all till the end of time.

Become  a knight of valour

and dance “A POET’S DANCE” for all to see,

then you shall be crown king!

Leegal Poet

Wayne  Ferron

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