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!
Copyright © JENNIFER PROXENOS | Year Posted 2020
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