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)