When I Can'T Find My Pen
When I can't find my pen it
Becomes a pestering particular
Problematic position of such
Preposterous proportions
I'm liable to search the deepest
End of the lake in search of this
lost treasure.
When I can't find my pen at times
I pretend to pretend that I have
Another pen and so I start to write
But it hardly clears the lines of
Pages so I try and compromise
And compensate carrying
Constipated catastrophes pass
The lines of Poetic cause. I had
Not ever imagined it would be so
Potently painful. Without any pleasure
At all. Each time I think I have a line
I loose it in desperate despair. I try
To calm myself by writing haikus
But it's no use i must find my pen
To write with fanatical flame of
Flare. If I ever find my pen again
I would keep it close fastened to
My lapel, and who makes jest of
This seriousness. It is of dangerous
Diabolical diligent disastrous
Disheartening disruptive
Obliviousness. No doubt I'm dying
I feel my heart palpitating as I
Concoct my next move.
Ooh ooh here I have found my
Dearest pen underneath my
Desk. I generously fill this empty
Page with meaningful thoughtful
Stanzas of words verbs adjectives
And adverbs I am suspended in the
Air. Without my pen I was nothing but
A senseless bore and look at me here
I am in my new found
IMMEASURABLE condition of sheer
Grace saving face of good faith
Look at me now with my
Alliteration equipping lines with
Words I thought I'd never write
Again. Look at me now
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2023
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