Poetic Licence

A poets prerogative, poetic licence It has to be said in whispered silence. To misspell a word to make it rhyme. You know some do it to end a line. Its poetic licence, like a rapids dimple. Whirlpool, avoid, like a simple pimple. Ere you could get sucked in so deep. Poetic licence, that’s all, don’t freak. Playing with words too, a poetic trait. Fun and sad, play or work, love or hate. Chase all your dreams, don’t just follow, Live one's life, like there is no tomorrow. Poetic licence used to express the truth A poets prerogative their words forsooth What form their poems, their prerogative Rest assured their heart they will give Their true feelings, their souls exposed Inspirations, life, into poems composed In desperation, an attempt to enlighten To make life easier, not at all to frighten For oft poets see the way life is going They write in hope, their words cajoling Persuading wrongdoers to make good Ere their culture, from whatever hood They know the world is suffering badly Their governments don’t care, well hardly We’ve begged for all wars to decease Oh how we’ve tried to peace unleash As a fellow poet, I appeal to poets all To make people aware the world will fall Use our poetic licence to convince all folk Pollution, climate warnings real, no joke.