Poetry Pondered: For One In the Art Thereof

A Wordsmith’s pen Is mightier than the sword For he can turn a tricky word Into a verbal weapon And win the day against the hoard The words of the Bard It’s not very hard The turn of a friendly card The changing of the old guard The wicked witch is feathered and tarred The sky above is dark and starred It’s feeling out loud The dancing of spirit abounds The singing of the soul The mind and body are whole Although sometimes it makes no sounds Manifestations of mental visions Put to paper by steward, or vassal On cotton, leather or papyrus passel Seeing illusions and derisions Inside the book, the bookmark’s tassel Of words and dreams, and fantasies Muses and fancies Blissful and blithe Demons and monsters, and zombies alive Somehow the dead come back to life Shadows and shades of torment Ghouls and ghosts, and wraiths Humans tear at their at the clothes and lament And prophets forecast and forebode advent Fortune tellers and soothsayers say The mind screaming in pain Devotion and emotion Evolution and convolution The sane are temporarily insane The brain suffers erosion To purify what has been defiled Or deride what is pretentious Celebrate what is momentous Of the humors; blood and bile Are both infectious Soul speak Affirmation of thought and deed The lookers seek All of those who have a need Reap of the sown seed Strong encourage the weak Travels in time and place Exploring inner and outer space The Children of the Is Sing the songs that were once His Though the Old Man’s dead and gone His legacy lives on From dusk ‘till dawn Memories in tome eternal Glimpses of Heaven Thoughts of Hades infernal Rolling sevens and elevens Immortal mortals Of a limited time Speaking in riddles and rhymes This poem a babbling run-on thing Pondering, wandering and wondering A beautiful mind It should be dismantled and dismembered Fuses blown, circuits fried, wires unwind The Dancing divine When remembered…