My Poetry comes from Above
My poetry comes
From up above,
Sent down here
To me like a dove,
Inspirational gumdrops,
They float around in the eather,
My mind pick them up,
A radio telescope receiver
Like tuning into a radio beacon
Frequency unknown
Yet appears fom time to time...
I write them done before they
Are sublime,
When my thoughts & it align,
Ideas give way to form
& structure,
The rest of the poem is mine
To manufacture
My poetry comes from above,
I can hardly gives myself
Credit to speak of,
It comes from Heaven
Plato’s world of ideas,
Random floating gold dust,
My thoughts with it agree
Set up upon the dias,
My mind is set free,
To capture things
So unearthly so glee
My method its perfection
I know not how
To explain my-its
Intersection it would
Be impossible my
Mind soul will not allow
