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I'd be a superb poet

but for want of a comfortable chair

monuments of words steeped in grace

why, they would drape every page

across the entire western hemisphere

yet only if the spine that props up

the arm which joins the hand that holds

this pen

did not choose to ache so

in such mute despair

that then would be my celebrated career

words would then sing

sweet blessed divine

but my hand possesses a tin ear

no brilliant operatic tragedies

though need ever fear

for I could not pen

they throbbing crescendo they command

nor give optimum voice to their

passion's exuberant flair

with any memorable line

rather but

a few indistinguishable mumbles

accompanied by a frustrated glare

so I revel sheepishly in my floundering

obscurity

and pen what I deem ripe

a curious pleasure without fail

or the more stifling constraints of time

'The Liberty Of Thoughts'

brushed regularly

from my soul's favorite vest

onto a cherished though tattered coat of

tireless rhyme

this I leave as a long

lingering legacy

the criss crossing loves and complexities

gurgling out of an unheard of poet's

over flowing mind..............

(written Aug. 17, 2002 10pm)