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The Poet

THE POET’S PANEGYRIC “There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached This poet sought inspiration from the living and the dead But I can tell you this about the poet who has moved me by what this poet had ever said I read the words from a comfort zone which this poet created, surrounded by friends or by foes or simply alone” His essence of soul sweeps down deserted dead streets where the thunder still crackles, the burial bell bleats He laughed at himself as a Royal Rhymester Clown but bore the black pains of those all aroun’, He echoed regrets but never a grudge ... of this I’ll say little... let his lines be the judge THE POET’S PEN Blind shots cry out beneath the night, a car is cruising by. A stripling’s blood streams words to write ... Wry rhymes to ask us why A silly girl with child, unwed... to many, but a slut. The baby at her breast is dead ... Cruel couplets meant to cut A drifter, broken, cast aside, lies lifeless in the cold. Tap tattoos on a tattered hide ... Some scarlet stanzas scold Two lovers clutch a turtledove, enraptured by her coo, impaled on pangs of Ladylove ... A sultry song for two A drone of drums in distant wars beguiling bold dragoons who sell their souls like wanton whores ... Raw rhythms writ in runes The stars ablaze, like tiger-eyes reflecting candlelight, ’lume angels singing Lullabys ... A sonnet stuns the night The soulless eyes of shackled slaves drip tears that burn and blur. Their ash, like dust, set free in graves ... Emblazing ballads stir A hurricane, foretold, unfurled, unravels mystic signs as Demons dance, destroy the World ... Limned lurid lyric lines Some die a death neath hangmen’s hands where tainted justice reigns for ‘thou shalt kill’, Revenge commands ... A quiet quatrain pains While well-to-dos amass and flaunt And follow fashion’s trends, pale children starve and die of want ... And so an epic ends THE POET’S EPITAPH His words lie strewn along the sand While breakers wash ashore The ripples weave designs unplanned ... a verse forevermore His tales, entwined in cryptic airs where freedom seeds are blown, warn Guarders of the Realm ‘beware’ ... his heresy is sown His life outlined a chronicle along a lonesome road It started out as doggerel ... and ended as an ode
With a little help from my extremely talented, but somewhat modest, friend “ANON” AKA JC... Thanks JC, for the depth of your support and your breath of inspiration...

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  1. Date: 12/13/2014 7:36:00 AM
    Very cool talent! Terry! Jimbo

  1. Date: 9/25/2014 8:02:00 PM
    Terry, Very extraordinary write here the Poet's Panegyric, Pen and Epitaph. Enjoyed them all immensely!! Cheers, Gary

  1. Date: 2/16/2014 2:47:00 AM
    Amazing and beautiful:)

  1. Date: 11/20/2013 12:50:00 PM
    heard from a friend that this is the lick. and it is!

  1. Date: 11/20/2013 12:47:00 PM
    i stand in awe of this poet you speek. reading the lines it would seem that he has the gift. and has it in abundance. it takes style and skill to master this kind or writing. looking for comments to see who it may be but i cannot find him. i would like to studie more. you know what i mean , we know what real poetry is and this is it. i need to learn from it as you have. T.S.

  1. Date: 11/10/2013 10:01:00 PM
    This is a poem of creativity and imagination. The imagery takes me on a journey into your heart and soul that was drawn out and put on paper. Nice job

  1. Date: 11/7/2013 11:28:00 AM
    Wow, Terry another masterpiece. You always carefully choose your words as a master painter would would choose and mix the paints that he carefully places on his canvas. Your poems are such a joy to read. Marvelous poem!

  1. Date: 9/22/2013 10:12:00 AM
    Exemplary! A poet's living epitaph. Words captured by unconstrained thoughts. Well done. Allan

  1. Date: 9/1/2013 3:20:00 PM
    This was one great read Terry, I thank you for sharing it with us...Peter

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 4:05:00 PM
    Very good poem, Terry. You write very well! And, thank you for reading my poem "The Castle", and for your nice comments. I really appreciate it!

  1. Date: 7/29/2013 3:08:00 AM
    very nicely done Terry ;}

  1. Date: 7/12/2013 4:10:00 AM
    Beautifully expressed and wonderfully wrritten! A fine poem! Faith

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 12:21:00 PM

  1. Date: 6/1/2013 4:17:00 PM
    another wonderful write from you, Terry

  1. Date: 5/20/2013 8:47:00 AM
    A stream of vocabulary woven into poetry, so many images stunning, giving food for thought and making a wonderful reading.Congrats on your choice of words and awe-inspiring rhyme!

  1. Date: 4/20/2013 9:35:00 PM
    yes boy it flows n bloody goes, an rhyming does quite well, the awesome brilliance that it shows, the lines do cast a spell, as us bloody rhymers know:) Don

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 4:04:00 PM
    This poem is magnificent! It shines with the talent of a master poet!

  1. Date: 3/9/2013 11:44:00 AM
    Well Terry, I like this well enough, going to fav's. And thanks to ANON. thank you as always Terry for reading my words, Stir of Echoes. It's about aliens coming back to this planet. I don't believe they ever left ;}

  1. Date: 2/28/2013 2:40:00 AM
    Powerful and moving work. Particularly liked the final verse.

  1. Date: 2/12/2013 6:02:00 PM
    As only you can Terry.......brilliant....a fav for