Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

So Long As the Poet Amuses Them All

Poetry is breathing out
graces of the heart; 
for unlike other writing,
such exhalation 
transcends words:
whether scented with sulfur
or mint de jour 
poetry is the soul’s lure
dangling immortality--

We are tempted to the brink;
whether dreadful fall
or bottomless sink
next step is uncontrollable:
rhyme with time
or proses with glows,
the shell broken
serpents and birds alike
released—poetry a feast
of both our demons 
and saints--

So...with pen and pad
we come to the table;
some fable some truth
with manic greed
we plate all obsessions
imbibe the fatal drink;
not a writer dare blink--
both God and the Devil
transfixed, they are watching,
prolonging to eternal
some final call--
so long as the poet
amuses them all….

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Lindsay Laurie July 15, 2018 at 10:45 PM Yes Joe … poetry comes in unlimited forms and topics, so there is always something for everyone - thank you Joe - Lindsay Joseph P. DiMino July 21, 2018 at 8:16 AM As many as there are people, there are treasures of poems to be penned. Thank you, Lindsay. Have a beautiful day!

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton April 12, 2018 at 2:35 AM I think a psychologist would have a field day in this joint...but who am I to speak. Ah, God and Beelzebub. Great poem here Joe, I hope I do not go to hell for saying any of this. I have added this one to my favourites. Joseph P. DiMino April 12, 2018 at 7:40 AM I think hell is for those who wish it upon others. I doubt that you would do that to anyone, certainly not for an eternity. We all see through a veil of sorts, and can only separate ourselves from good by way of consciousness--but good is the fabric of all being. I know, I have also met some characters that would seem to disprove that....

Becca Teagan April 9, 2018 at 9:52 AM "poetry a feast of both our demons and saints" I like that line. I think there is a lot of truth in this poem. Joseph P. DiMino April 9, 2018 at 11:41 PM Hi Becca; thank you so much. I guess, one could dwell endlessly on the psychology of writing. For sure, once you firmly have it, no shaking the bug:)

Christopher Goss April 9, 2018 at 8:18 AM Interesting poem. Well done. Joseph P. DiMino April 9, 2018 at 11:42 PM Hi Chris; thank you my friend.