Izee Israel Poet ABC

If Angels Went Errands

Had i known; angels
went on errands;
Indolent my flesh 
must
grow,
Surf in wealth of no
labour to show
Stuck to my solfa with
popcorn bowl,
Watch my polo
squeezed to no 
damp,
My belle filled with 
not
hassle.
I choose to live like
Pharaoh and his 
knights.
My poemdom on one
dais, much better;
A pinacle; spill my ink
for my only labour.
My imagination; hope
not as lucifers'
Gehenna! No o!
Even as i spill my
restless ink
I hear not all errand
they honour.
O! How imaginations
please my unlanguid
mind.

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Beata Agustin November 22, 2024 at 3:46 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 6, 2016 at 8:49 PM Izee, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA

Skat A September 29, 2013 at 4:04 PM Izee, this is a fine poem. enjoyed - Skat