Calling All Poets
Wake up, wake up, wake up I say.
There are words for you to find
And your poem is yet to get an end.
You slept for too long,
Some words are now long gone.
Others though still hanging in paintings,
Have lost their meanings.
Did you not heed my warnings.
Quickly, quickly now
Let me show you how,
While we still have time and your feelings
Are still living things.
Help save the words and their meanings
But you must use them now.
Abuse them if you must,
But go easy on the lust.
Humour them or wet them with your tears,
While others still have ears.
Whip them if you must,
But don't leave too much dust.
Just get them in line,
While we still have time.
I promise you they will shine for other eyes,
Even if you lie.
There, there don't pull out your hair,
We are nearly there.
You will soon breathe more lightly here.
You have the words in your heart now,
Your soul is soaring now,
Words are pouring back in now,
Their meanings now on show,
For everyone to know
Take out your polishing cloth
It's time for truly beautiful words to come forth
and show their true worth.
The words are back in focus now.
The canvas's are freshly painted now.
Just take time to remember, that the new member,
Encouraged by the old, will let more words unfold,
So their meanings can be told.
There will be no more lamenting,
The words we lost while we were sleeping.
Only new words in numbers beyond counting
With meanings in greater number
To give us such wonder,
As we awaken from our slumber.
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