Poetry is my mistress
Poetry is my mistress
I write everything in her name.
If you’ve not heard from me in a while
It is poetry to whom you must blame.
Poetry is my mistress,
My girlfriend will have to make do.
When I am not reading and writing
I show my girlfriend some affection too.
Poetry is a spirited woman.
A fine lady in love
Who wears an erotic fragrance.
Wearing and sharing like clothes
Her mood feelings and emotion.
She has my total devotion.
Saying what needs to be said
I hear what needs to be heard.
Giving voice to the spoken word?
Poetry....
We share the love of twin
surprising little girls.
Epiphany and Inspiration.
Not of what poetry is...
But of what poetry can be.
An invitation for those who heard a calling.
A song of how the mighty have fallen.
A story of hero’s.
How the many moved as one
How a battle was won.
When we counted on one.
Poetry is nether foul nor fair.
Love is never lost she is always there.
Poetry...
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