Magic Is the Mind

MAGIC IS THE MIND Poetry is to poets a fantasy world, You can say the truth or be absurd, You can travel to Venus if you like, Go by rocket ship or merely hitch hike, Anything is possible in poetry land, Fly a kite or play in the sand, Go back and meet Henry The Eighth Forget been inspired by Godly faith. Follow Alice in wonderland, her path And deal with her dream in a bubble bath! Meet Joan of Arc and, sadly watch her die, As she is pronounced a heretic, everything a lie. But then of course why not meet Shakespeare, And Anne Hathaway and his King Lear Walk round their garden, really not absurd, Did that many years ago, in an English rose world! Did anyone see or meet Elvis Presley, A unique singer, began rock and roll expressly, But this is a roller coaster ride and the centuries Go up high and they come rolling back down, Each one brings fond ,sad or delightful memories. We can even go back as far as Moses Receiving the ten commandments, God chose us Do we all abide by them , hope so, for at our end We must not for the left turn, tend! This is a poem of mystique and fantasy, So why not invite Ghandi and Mandela. For Black lives count, Making sure protests are peaceful, And numbers substantially mount! Let us return to the stars, the moon And the sun, the planets, the milky way Perhaps not a hitchhike but a hot air balloon, Take with you for fun a cartoon character of note, Or Emmeline Pankhurst, she initiated woman’s vote. Plant a beautiful garden out in space, Be the first to do so from the human race, Remember we cannot be barred In our poetic imagination, which is avant guarde, Join me, please register on line, I promise you a journey that will more than be fine!