The Poeteer

Fondle the philosophers Or scholars and thinkers alike “-Ologies” or “-tists” do not facts of science make A place must needs be Where emotions may eclipse To experience adventures of love Delve into fantasy and escape Then, might I suggest to be led away... By thrill of poeteer And his penned verse escapades Swashbuckling gay through history's pages Living on life's raw edge commotion Into passions inner darkness When heartbreak questions every sense And his essences lingers on Amidst, what some shall dub The wild and tameless hearts But, this where beheld and captive Are those ageless forever notions From simple existence Where sonnets were birthed Upon ancient stone walls and tablets To scrolls and books Come alive the words we so now cherish