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I have no intention to plagiarize, First “ End Line Word “ poem to meet my Eyes
My fellow SOUPERS, I shall Quote : “ End Line Word “ poem Lenore once Wrote
A POEM, the Form without a name : 46 years ago From Lenore’s Golden Pen came
POETESS’ AND POETS please receive the first End Line Word POEM : “I Believe”
Often We PEEK into the Future : Touch the Past : Can “End Line Word” Ever LAST
Emerald Eyes, Shine with “Earned“ Pride : Great Writers On POETRYSOUP by HER Side
Together we are Creating History : The Origin of “ End Line Word “ Still a “ Mystery “
Wishing We could Create “ POETRY “ LENORE YOUR DREAM HAS COME TRUE
Inspiration of YOUR Soul moves through Time NOW or THEN it’s All Still Rhyme
True : the Heart Speaks, the Mind : Writes ; “ In Morning Sunshine “ or “ Moonlit Nights “
Heavens POEMS Sent to Us from a Beautiful “Yesterday Land” Through Time they Stand
Optical Collage : the Future, the Present, the Past : Pen Feelings, of the Heart, Eternity Last
Unique and Loving Dedication; from the Heart : the Soul : POEMS for POETRY’S Edification
Tears of Passion, down Her cheeks cascade: Creative Poetess LENORE : In Poetry’s Parade
As She Floats on the Float: in a sea of ecstasy , She shakes Hands with Dane and Kisses Me
How very Sweet ; You remember Me, so finally ; the form ‘End Line Word” becomes Reality
Emulated my POETS in “Present Day” : has brought a Creation to Life; from YESTERDAY
Always the Tomorrows reflects the Time before The First “End Line Word’ written by Lenore
Remember as YOU read from the POETRY Tree, Lenore long ago Planted the SEED
The First “ End LINE Word “ Form You should read : “ Dandelion - The Golden Weed “
Author’s Note : ?? “ Acrostic “ ??
Electric poems reverberated,
Within the walls of a London abode.
A psychedelic haze fueled the gift,
That a creative heart was bestowed.
Far from his broomstick days,
Passionate strums…electrified the room.
Emphasizing the pain from within,
Recalling the days he strummed the broom.
Acid rock...illuminated the winding path,
That led his creative heart to fly.
Good intentions laced by corrosive thoughts,
Inspired the work…from his daily supply.
Guided by his artistic soul,
The frets…fretted to that day.
Captured by a recording device,
Were the anthems…that we replay.
What began in London ended in London,
In the same lonely…workplace room.
He was here that day, then gone the next,
In the blink of an eye, he was gone too soon.