My Pen

THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE PEN
COMMANDS THE REVOLUTION
AMIDST LOUD ROARS FROM THE DEN
IT WRITES WITHOUT DICTION

IT'S BLOOD SPILT ON GMELINA SHEETS
MY POWER AND KNOWLEDGE,MY THOUGHT AND MIGHT
SPLUTTERING OUT OF INTELLECTUAL WEALTH
WHATEVER IT WRITES I PRESUME IS RIGHT

VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
WRITE ME A SONG
HARMFUL AND HARMLESS
SPEAKER OF EVERY TONGUE

LITTLE DROPS OF GARRULOUS INK
SERVICES RENDERED TO THE JUST AND THE DELIQUENT
WORDS CONNECTED TO MAKE YOU THINK
LITERAL MEMORY OF EVERY INCIDENT

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Ronald A. Williams

Date: 8/18/2017 9:46:00 PM

Expression noted.

Dave Timperley

Date: 5/14/2012 10:31:00 AM

Enjoyed this much. I had to find out what gmelia was so I take it that the blood was spilt on a wooden floor? God Bless. Dave.

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 5/8/2012 5:53:00 AM

A pleasure to read your poetry today Cyprian. I will try to come back later this week to read more. I have a spring cold and not up to reading for too long. Have a wonderful week. Love, Carol

Dave Timperley
Date: 5/14/2012 10:26:00 AM

Hope your sniffle is short lived Carol. God Bless. Dave

Cyprian Duruaku
Date: 5/8/2012 7:41:00 AM

thanks carol...you're a diva..plz get well!!!!