Poets Of Poem Hunters Breed Poem by me poet yeps poet

You are a man of great thoughts
and
you alone plan
past, present and future
in a football
where your God plays alone
fleeting back and forth
manning both goals posts
and
as he is a lonely god
much beyond the reigns of Universal Time
man's own invention
like a newer creation
he will ensure that there is no
SELF GOAL
else who will blow the whistle

Poet's imagery is far and wide
not ordinarily brittle
his God's mercy's upon him mostly
we are just sandy sprinkles...
mud and more often slush
may the unknown God
also be within us