I Will Marry a Poet

Poet will use all it takes To travel our works all over the world Meeting poet celebrities with handshakes The ones figurative words twirled Monsters of us flowing lakes Our works will run connections in water Illuminating the littles fishes, escape route From sharped eyes shark hunting freshwater Calmly steady in its hangry pursuit But, for grace, we set in as an arbiter To quench the supposed fruitful fire Burning to capture the sweet corn And fry in belle's pot off any release desire Hosting bile duct(s) at morn Now, left with no choice than to retire Poets transcend above anointing Of been referred to pastors For the unction is beyond appointing One a specific role of facing disasters But our pens touch lives pastors keep avoiding With or without money Time knows hatred How sweet is honey Whenever bliss coexisted To keep blood runny And avoid the sand To bury all living dreams We paint our future's brand Of lasting awesome themes Test of time will certainly withstand Even making her some teases in irony Birthed out of culture to check her paraliepsis And lay her presence low to my scrutiny To balance the unexpected result; an equation of antithesis Her waist shall turn me around in hyperbole Like no other would cooking up imagery My soul's eyes view colossally To dwell in her secretive aerie Gladly will I toast words The day I put on the way to the altar And put off the doubt of timing birds Which could rent my pen to halter Then find in my pieces buzzwords Oh! When she shall finally accept Our loves been one, may err And we shall not be affected Then poet's love for her Till the end of time will never be defeated