The Poet

The true poet, has no right place to live, no fixed woman to love, no royal children to keep ... His home, It is on the street... His muse, it's the moon ... His sons are: his verses, his songs, his poems

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/6/2019 8:28:00 AM

I can relate, my poems do feel like children. The fact that I give birth to them I feel like a mother. That makes me feel really confused. ;0)

Alkas Poetry
Date: 8/9/2019 7:20:00 AM

There no confusion... mother and father are similar feelings emotionally way....is a kind of interactive creation... mother in woman way, father man way...the point in common is love... Thank you for commenting, sakute alkas

Quoth Theraven

Date: 8/4/2019 11:14:00 PM

ALKAS POETRY, I like this poem. Poets are always in search of home. -Richard

Alkas Poetry
Date: 8/5/2019 5:56:00 AM

Yes dear poet but is an eternal search, we are always rambling through life. thanks salute alkas

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 8/4/2019 6:21:00 PM

Hello Alkas Poetry, I have enjoyed this poem that you have created. have a nice evening my friend. Kisses and Hugs Darlene

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/6/2019 5:33:00 PM

Hello Alkas Poetry, yes it is an enternal search and we do ramble through life.Have a nice evening my friend. Kisses and Hugs Darlene

Alkas Poetry
Date: 8/5/2019 5:58:00 AM

I thank for that dear Darlene, you are always welcome to my pages... have a nice day... XOXO, salute alkas.