A Poet In Love
I am a poet,
A poet in Love!
I see the whole of the universe
spun in a ball
and rolled through the mirror of deception.
The mirror cracks with violent shattering
pieces everywhere, but soon a calm silence, for a still second,
quites the room.
Oh the sweet and fair maidens,
who walk hand in hand
gossiping on their fellow Man.
I smile and I say to them,
"Oh you think so, well I am a poet."
They look at me, with confused smiles.
They look at me and say in confused tones,
and low voices, "You sir, are no poet..."
I gasp for air and hold my tongue,
as I repeat myself more clearly,
"Mabye you did not hear me, for I shall tell you once more. I am a poet in Love!"
I shout out in their sweet and ratched faces.
As they pull up senerios of me, as a crazy fool, playing in their minds.
I dance and sing and write them all love letters;
Using ryhmes, haikus, romantic phrases and settings,
I tell you though, not an easy tool, to dance and sing and to write poetry.
But it is possible, when you are a Poet in Love.
Now watch as the ladies walk to their men in jackets and fast, red cars.
I laugh and say, "Your loss"
Not too many women these days like poets.
I walk and walk and walk, on and on and on...
Over and over and over, I jump through hoops,
and juggle flaming torches,
to grab the sweet maidens' attention.
... But sadly, not one spares a passing glance.
I do not cry, I do not mope, for I pull myself together and I gloat!
I dance, and sing and shout from the rooftops, covering evening skies, like a madman,
"I am a Poet in Love!"
The old women, in wayward liqour shops, buying lotto tickets
turn to me and shout back, "You are a crazy bastard."
and I shout back with passion and alliteration, "Thank you!"
For nothing bothers me, not one insult, not one careless remark.
For I am a Poet in Love.
In love with what? You may ask me.
Well what is there not to love, when you are a poet.
I make people laugh, I make people cry,
with the stroke of a pen to a piece of paper,
I can even make people die.
For I am a Poet who loves his job,
For I am the one and only...
Poet in Love!
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