Poetry
The joy of living flowing from pen to paper,
Feelings of happiness coursing through his veins.
There is a genius in poetry, by saying very little,
Later meaning and emotion come leaping into mind, imagery.
Words on paper sometimes concealing true meaning.
His pen a sculptures chisel carving beauty for the air.
Breathing life and living into simple words with care
Conveying emotions with great skill as much as he dares.
Guiding, leading the reader on tours of their minds
To the heights of orgasmic ecstasy, flying high
To the pits of ugly depravity, die
Making them aware of the beauty and sadness of
This world, the goodness in life for all to share.
Easter 1982
Michael
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