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