Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest of Words
Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest Of Words
Poets, dare to present what your heart speaks
let it roam other realms, true meaning seek,
venture into lands with magical shores
sail a hundred ships, seek a thousand more!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Poets, open your treasure chest of words
release its flock of metaphorical birds,
set pen to reveal soul that truly sings
of Life, Love, Sweet Romance, Heavenly things!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Speak of treasures, innumerable dreams
weave your verse tapestries with golden seams
let your spirit cast forth what is within
show Art's truth is were poetry begins!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
You may find that beauty shines in the Dark
for world shows Nature is oft bold and stark,
in that dose of truth- poets may thus gift
deep verse, some that inspiringly uplift!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Poets, know this- Life is preciously short
write deep, kindness from your readers exhort
set stage, in scenic views, let beauty shine
who knows fame's glory, may be yours or mine!
Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
As did those resting in its golden halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-11-2019
Rhyme, (Thirty verses composed to honor a dear poet friend that turned thirty today)
"My friend, such is this poem, its heart true
its splashed ink, sincere gift unto you!
And in return this old poet found this
touch from poetry's goddess, her sweet kiss!"
Quote:
" She that sends verses to this seeking heart,
shall forever, greater wisdom impart."- by RJL
" Celle qui envoie des vers à ce coeur qui cherche,
doit pour toujours, une plus grande sagesse conférer."
Note:
Composed this morn, before the birds sang
before the old red rooster's first call rang
as steaming hot coffee I sat to drink
a poet, from Life's duties, will not shrink!
He that gives to others, reaps seven-fold,
treasures that can never be bought or sold
I was told, Life's treasures are to be found
beyond horizon's glow, far out of bounds!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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