Poetic Life

Rhyme is ripped out from my gut it does seem. Imprisoned, released from feverish mind. They fly outward as swift as the suns gleam. Free verse a challenge for me to unwind, Without any rhyme, my brain always goes blind. Without revelry, I humbly submit. Rhyme royal verse, with very little wit. All the words I write come also from soul. Sharing with the world is my only fame. I have no illusions or any goal. Being famous or even spreading shame. Life has been special unlike any game. These words and more will follow, I am sure. They are a piece of my poetic tour. written for Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Rhyme Royal written by Cecil Hickman