On This Treasure Haven : Confessions of a Souper

ON THIS TREASURE HAVEN : CONFESSIONS OF A SOUPER Forever is the word I quoth here For how long I want to be here Creativity powered with watts of battery On this lovely haven of flowing poetry Oh , a flashback of this tale I would like to share ever when I held up a poem with talents spare, cold douche froze my buds of passions raw up on the mind where frustrations sat and thawed I wandered long ,before I stumbled upon here words I scribbled on almost everywhere, seasoned with emotions from mundane to rare and tossed and turned till it dulled and grayed. Some poked with a 'now what' ,and a few sighed, a few ignored , many dug with words which pacified. Just a couple or two came thumbs up pulling out the deep thorns of years ' rump. Past is past , and I don't care , now on the Soup I dwell With the soup I rise and I fall, on the Soup are my tidings as well Lost in lyrical rainbows ,dinner and shower a pineal clock reminder With amazing poet pals , treasures from distant worlds meander... Forever is the word I quoth here For how long I want to be here Creativity powered with watts of battery On this lovely haven of flowing poetry....