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Poetry
In poetry the words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Not only those who speak in verse
but all who share in poet’s curse.
It matters not if words don’t rhyme
as long as each and every line
has words that flow with perfect ease
and rhythm that our ears will please.
The stories that these words must tell
should capture souls within their spell.
Outpourings from a poet’s pen
help guide the paths of mortal men.
For words passed on by poet’s muse
are strands of knowledge that they choose
to share with all who care to read
the wisdom of their planted seed.
A poet’s words, when thus enthused,
become the vessel that is used
to place within the minds of men
the words of those who guide his pen.
Words meant to fall like gentle rain,
or storms that rage within man’s brain.
In poetry these words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Ivor G Davies
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