Joseph Matose Poet Verse

Poet's Plea

Poet's Plea


I pray not to carve sculpture
whittled by a frenzied rupture
Which, like a portent fist
bollocks to shard all the gist.

Instead, Oh Greatest Lord,
I pray for gift of a kind Word  
swinging not like a dry sword;

That, perchance, it may drift
Like of a selfless spendthrift
Spirit of the wretched to uplift!


31st August 2013

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Mark Peterson October 20, 2013 at 9:35 AM As you know, I like the earlier style of poetry. Excellent poem and very well-crafted. These are emotions that never expire. Mark Joseph Matose October 21, 2013 at 4:42 AM Mark! Thanks for such a resounding comment. Friend, JM