PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

be it we labor in the fog

a grim recount of tales

with flattering masks

removed from us all

schools the not so harsh

minister of his fails

hark, fair breath softly filled

with woed whisper

which shouts across the icy seven winds

where mirth, she be not such a migrate

as her best era she hast yet lend

reproach no more thy fond fair wanderer

he, who indeed is thouest so noble

cast each seed of darkening doubt

passed yon morrow

and be foolish nay

to crave not new ways likened to those

ode to the tragic do do

preparest thy steepest perch of truth

mine thine divinity

his most precious, creative jewel

lone sweet perfect pearl of imagination

come stand to rally for near divine

inspiration

often so blotted once passed one's youth

recline in each his volatile judgment

while pledging to refuse any and all

retained substitutes

as the eye that is keenest

is made of more than mere imperfect glass

sees all that others can only refute

let nary an empty promise frighten each

proffered good will away

allowest me this one last leisure to speak

so not just what it is that I exactly say

my beautifully clever two tongued double

talk

how she wishes but for only one last page

on which to play

and this is the one that I believe shall

quite thoroughly do

so dearest of all my divine darlings

do your final dance and ferret thee away

without any further adieu.................

(June 18, 1996)