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Some scribblings that pass for poetry 
Yes they bear style and symmetry 
But very wordy and message thin
And however much you listen keen 
There’s little or nothing to be drawn
Not a mind thrilled, not a soul won
Cheapening the art I work to uphold 
As a custodian red hot and stone cold

I take after the order of the psalmists
Penning fantastic fantasies as real to realists
Aiming for indelible works worth filing
Piece upon piece they keep piling 
And just as light is distinct from dark 
I make shown the difference stark
For as much as God’s Grace is supplied 
The works show by the skill applied 

Poetry has told both history and prophecy 
And is one with life an odyssey 
If the present falters, the past will hold fort
Until the hopeful day when the future resorts
To uphold this discipline with excellence 
As a way of according its giver due reverence 
Then shall we witness how mastery tends
And among us reside living legends

K. Muitherero

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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