Wanders the Poetic Pilgrim Soul In Me
In me, dwells therein a pilgrim soul.
Always on the move and on the go.
It growls, with a very strong voice:
“Do not dare fence me in…worse…
To attempt to still my strong voice.”
Not penning here to make you smile.
Prefer, walking on nails for many miles.
To be sweet and cute is hardly my tone.
Prefer the fresh scent of a summer rain.
Than following the crowd, the ultimate pain.
I’ve given up, calling myself a real poet.
That name belongs to some, I know it!
We are not poets simply just because we
are online.
There is my vocabulary to expand greatly.
And to learn the use of imagery tastefully.
If the fates allow me more time on earth.
Perhaps in a few more years, I will write
something of worth.
Please know, I, myself, am not drunk on my writes.
Meanwhile, I know it is of no use to plagiarize or cheat,
using AI!
Pen of the present, as much as you can.
I would like to know you-now, not who you
were way back when
Wake up this world to honor truth,, it is your duty.
To wed, both love and beauty, the true poetic trophy.
7/18/2023
4am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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