
Damn Those Poet Gods
Sleepless nights and distant days
Through thorns and sordid blinding haze
Pushed through comfort and rest about
Steady hands molding faith in doubt
Stopping when hell is a sacred place
And earth is a lofted planet keeping pace
Those damn poet Gods and their pushy ways
I’m a rag doll loosing my way thru the maze
My own thoughts are sufficient words unheard
A ragged warbling from a song-less song-bird
My pride is an anchor wrapped around my feet
A sweetness dipped in a sauce made bittersweet
How beautiful those commanding poet Gods
I hear their words, their palpitating vocal throbs
The overbearing ways they enter my mind
Their passionate journey to find what they find
Their dashing to my heart like a shooting star
I stand amazed in awe for what they are
Those damn poet God’s, please come again
I beseech thee to blow your breath on me. Amen
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C.R.Stanger
más de 3 añosomg...instant favorite ..not much else to say ..i think i read one of yours and vics when i first got on here...and was like yup...these are poets..not surprised the first one i read when i got back of yours i favorited..not only is it obviously well written...not surprised at all...but the idea...HA...just brilliant...love the poetic and intimate words along side the slang damn...my favorite idea...raw with soft...love this
Robert L. Martin
más de 3 añosThank you so much Catherine. I sure love your poetry. It is very deep and beautiful.