THE EMPEROR POET

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JOURNAL # 41

blushing mindless madness

timid stroke of this tactile pen

shuddering grimace remove your harness

strop straining to allow the idiots of disguise in

sullen subjects lend to fanatical ideas

leading to a lot of horse trading with words

though no auctioneer stands at the mouth of

some dusty over crowded corral

carney barking to the highest bidder

a poet rather writes alone with his thoughts

a myriad of imperfections he faces to conquer

a truly well constructed line is a commodity

he lends to his ever fluid craft

with the strangeness of the mundane

he silently tinkers

building a bridge with words he creates

from the soul to the readers' brain

with a specialized thoughtfully woven graft

a poet at his peak steps into the shoes

of rhyming philosopher

a higher voice others read when they

seriously absorb his words

creativity he holds up like a crown to

be polished and ceremoniously worn

so as the curtains part and the trumpets

blare

line by line the world slowly stands to hail

'The Emperor Poet'

each poem a charmed member of his

procession

each meeting an enclave to what he holds

most dear

the subjects of each his beloved poem..............

(May 18, 2014 611pm)

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

in many ways what it feels like to be a poet.

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