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this is 4 poets only

this 1 is 4 poets only

4 the 1's whose hearts r hungry

4 the 1's whose fingers will cramp

as they

hen peck, print, or

lay it down in manuscript

this is 4 them

who clearly feel the breeze

from the sway of imaginary palm trees

and transform it so

they make U think

then U'r sure U know

that U been sittin' under

that same swayin' palm tree

absorbin' your vitamin D

from sun rays by the caribbean sea

a def poet can make U feel it

a def poet

can

make

you

feel it

this is for them that

can hear

the slightest of

ticks

and the longest of

tocks

emerging silently & infinitely

from life's Grandfather clock

where the measurement of

seconds and minutes

are mapped out

in stanzas and limericks

or sonnets and lyrics

whatever the style

whatever the method

a def ear can just hear it

a def ear

can

just hear it

an empty heart can physically feel it

cuz a def poet knows it

their passion drips from

this fabulous feathered fountain pen

which at some time or another

was dipped in and stained with

scarlet red blood

of linguistic passion

that has coagulated from

years of pain, joy, heartache

loads of laughter

or oceans of tears

written so smoothly

flowin' so heavenly

healin' so magically

this 1 is 4 poets

4 poets only

cuz they hold the power

to give solace and comfort

to someone that may seem lonely

thinkin' their situation

dim, dark, and only

lay it down

simple or profound

POETS LAY IT DOWN

LAY IT DOWN TO REACH

LAY IT DOWN TO SIMPLY PREACH OR TEACH

LAY IT CUZ IT SOOTHES

LAY IT CUZ IT HURTS

LAY IT CUZ U CAN

JUST LAY IT

SAY IT

WRITE IT

RIP IT

FLOW IT

POET

say it is so

write 4 all 2 know

rip it so they feel your skills

flow it so the feelin's real

this 1 is 4 poets

4 poets only

so go on and

flow me one

cuz I need 2 know

that y'all hearin' me

thank you in advance

as I prepare

2 do my ceremonial poet's dance

as preparation 4 the

poetic blessings

U surely will bestow upon me

therefore, on bended knee

I bow and give homage

and wait for your gift

your craft

to tap the insides of my sometime anesthesized heart

and fill the crevices hard to reach in my soul

poets know

love y'all

I love y'all yo