THE PEN, THE POET & THE POEM
Perfect picture painting a Poets palava,
And divisible dimensional dilemma:
Like a child surrounded by teddys & toys
To make a confusing costly choice;
Loose the pen & play the pipper,
Or choose between the pen & paper.
My pen I choose, though words reside in me,
The inks temporal ambition is to be
the being inside, on hand to always akin
to superfluity the universe blows in.
I'd write all my emotions all over my skin.
The Poem is the Poets next of kin,
No matter what you think,
in the world's ear his words will sink.
I am a bleeding poet with gush of ink,
words cascading from fountains of imaginations.
With no paper, I'd cloth myself with my muse.
Paint me a poet with a voiceless voice,
words would still speak than world's noise.
The Pen might be mightier than The Poet but then,
The Poet is the life and breath of The Pen.
Let The Pen breath to marinate The Poem.
Reserve a thought for these threesome at the helm.
I'm not just The Poet whose works lies on your shelf
but I am the emotions you feel, The Poem itself.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© February, 2021.
Categories:
pipper, 1st grade, poems, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Berle said, “sex with wifey at 84 is terrific”
Especially the one in the winter to be more specific
That's downright silly
6 times yearly, me and my filly
My filly is a pipper, always been quite prolific
Categories:
pipper, fun,
Form: Limerick
As she sits on the porch she look sad and lost
Pulling on her hair while she tugs at her cross
Thinking about ways to make her life better
She begins to hum a song as she button up her sweater
She goes in to the house and turns the radio on
Rocking back and forth in her chair
Wondering where her family has gone
Where did I go wrong this I have to fix
As she puts the pot on the stove
And slowly starts to mix
She is determined to make things right
As she screams through the alley now she's hyper
This is the life of sally pipper
Categories:
pipper, lifelife,
Form: Rhyme