Poem for the poet
Do not ye run out of things to write,
Pour your feelings out even if it sounds trite
Yours is to gab when the rest have gone silent
Yours is to grab attention with ideas even salient
Do not ye forget whither the ink and pen
Scour your mind with wormy words like a hungry hen
Yours is to shout loudly without opening your mouth
Yours is to speak truth to power till they go south
Do not be averse to talk to that thesaurus,
Words and rhymes never extinct like the dinosaurus
Yours is to bring forth tears coated
In words
Yours is to bring ideas from earth's other worlds
Do not be averse to sit in solitude in the bush
Snakes, flying insects and bitey ants will be like "shush! ",
give you a wide berth knowing it's your alone time
For, you are a poet, the primer of the primeval rhyme
The persistent writer of what others do not say
This is the Poem for the Poet fortoday.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation.