Ardently Random Simple Poems

A poet was not my dream, but that how my life run Reading poetry, listening to poets, and go with Day after day long days marched as a dream End up to drive around reading and writing Now, the time is eight about an hour after sunset, Toward the east, I saw a wonderful pure moon hallo Light in the dark sky light in the soul inner feeling Yea, toward the west, Venus gleams diamantine little red Reading other's poems for many years leads me to Always I read all the lovely beloved heartfelt poets Night and early morns are often my favorite times Daily dwell from here from there that and this, yet Omitting hateful cheap ugly stinky poet and poems Merely the sweet poets and lovely poetry Read more see more right write more Enjoy your daytime, And your read or rest nighttime Do your best for all: see, write, and rest the last line.