The Lauded Lady Who ----------And She Knows Who She Is

THE LAUDED LADY WHO------- (& U KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) This planet hasn’t a chance If we don’t all learn the same dance There will be no more right, only wrong If we don’t all learn to sing the same song Sometimes I’m privileged to speak with wisdom Nay, not mine Rather a woman wise A person, like me, who widens her opened eyes A woman who is somewhere I know not But just like everything else her neighborhood is going to rot And every acre will become an empty lot So this woman writes my words for me With more grace than I could ever summon for to be Two separated tears to reveal the fact that my heart is hurting and so is hers For every horrendously horrible happenstance which occurs In what is not but that i see I see the sacred lady in her kitchen creating a meal She’ll eat fish but not poor abused veal The lady sets a wondrous banquet table While I try to do what she is so slippery able Take a few words and deliver them to the tower of poems While a rabid planet will decide to destroy houses and homes This lady and I, not even together could come up with a worthy plan No more picnics, no more family reunions, no more meetings of the entire clan We are simply two strangers who desire quiet to hush a cacophony with a whisper Lest the earth claim us all too loud and destroys every wondrous thing we are privileged to see And somewhere in this universe is a woman who thinks quite frankly like me This planet cannot live If more people take than those who give This planet has a soul with a secret for a global society And part of that society is a woman who writes my words for me ©2011.……Phreepoetree (hey lady, yeah, you.....thanks--u may not be a librarian however you now are a muse)