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| THE INK OF THE POET'S PEN |
| Emotions rise and emotions fall. Hearts in love and hearts that break. The times your back is against the wall. The passionate love you wish to make. Soft green grass of rolling meadows Or distant mountains rising high. Stars that make you notice the wonders of Heaven Or clouds that sail through an endless blue sky. The beauty of The Human Race Or the tragedies that befall upon them. These are just a few of the things That becomes the ink of the poet's pen. The wonder that is seen from a child's eye Or the sweet and beautiful things they do. The daily grind that can take up our lives Or the search for faith to pull us through. The woman who kisses a thousand frogs In order to find the one who is her knight in shining armor. Or, the man who looks through a thousand pairs of eyes Until he finds the pair that says "I'll love you forever". These are the things that happen to us Time and time again. These are just a few of the things That becomes the ink of the poet's pen. The beautiful wonders of nature, Or the emotions that stir our hearts. The glowing lights of the cityscapes, Or the internal fires that rage from a spark. The quiet trickling of a stream Or the vastness of a lake. The ones who give and never ask Or the ones who always take. The ones who speak from within Or the ones who make us feel so high. The ones who commit deadly sin Or the ones that make us cry. The sicknesses that plague this world Or the good that is forever here. The ones who we can't believe are no longer around Or the ones who are always near. Some of the things that make up this world Are nature, emotions, and men. And, these are just a few of the things That becomes the ink of the poet's pen. |
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| PORT JEFFERSON STREAM Long Island - NY, 2002 Copyright, D.Corbey |
| "If the eyes are the windows to the soul then poetry is the road on which it travels". John Ely Francis, 2002 |
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