The Poet
The poet breathes the written word
And lives to bend a phrase
At times it’s funny or absurd
And often full of craze
To rid the heart of pent up rage
While making someone smile
To cleanse the soul at every stage
Salvation for a while
To right the words upon a page
And verbalize a dream
To write the wrongs of any rage
And help delay a scream
To help prevent insanity
Or going off the edge
To rob the world of vanity
Or make a solemn pledge
To take and twist an old cliché
And make it dance around
To serve up talk like an entrée
Or dish it off the ground
Distort the meaning of a quote
The ringing to a name
Sometimes intended to promote
More likely to defame
Emotions can run deep through it
And hide between each line
Disguise themselves as words of wit
Or something asinine
Sometimes I right the way I feel
I use a different name
Sometimes I let them think it’s real
Fulfilling just the same
A poet can make up a word
Of sheer and utter bleck
And use it as a mockingbird
While rhyming, what the heck
Or even make one by mistake
And use it in a retale
Imagine trying to relate
Your dog getting a retale
The strangest thing I ever heard
A poet talk about
A poet can reverse a word
Or turn it inside out
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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