Poetic Life
Rhyme is ripped out from my gut it does seem.
Imprisoned, released from feverish mind.
They fly outward as swift as the suns gleam.
Free verse a challenge for me to unwind,
Without any rhyme, my brain always goes blind.
Without revelry, I humbly submit.
Rhyme royal verse, with very little wit.
All the words I write come also from soul.
Sharing with the world is my only fame.
I have no illusions or any goal.
Being famous or even spreading shame.
Life has been special unlike any game.
These words and more will follow, I am sure.
They are a piece of my poetic tour.
written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Rhyme Royal
written by
Cecil Hickman
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