My Muse Keeps Ancient Hours
My Muse keeps
ancient hours...
candlelight flowers,
blooms of the deep night
for the black-bean
poet; rise ye caffeine
warriors—with quill
thy sword in hand--
slay thy enemies
those metaphors
cajoled for bland;
with defiant zeal
upright thy stand--
(never kneel, thus
bowing to tradition.
Great bards of old
never wrote for sold
at Literary-stakes
burned
for sedition)
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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