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Ode To The Poet

Beyond this verse is a world of enlightenment.

By Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago 4 min read
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(I) Writing Through Senses

A poet is a being of many curiosities.

He is a person who is filled with wondrous philosophies.

Changing a loss into a win.

Your journey into his soul is about to begin.

Beyond this verse is a world of enlightenment.

Inspiration will come naturally with every delight sent.

The sight of a poet is one of gazing.

Viewing the ordinary and seeing it as amazing.

Any object looked upon at a new angle.

From the eyes of a bird or of the mind.

He'll create new life with what he finds.

Listen to it, can you hear that tune?

Clickety clack go the silver spoons.

Across the track and reflecting the moon.

Hark the gravel crack as they dig in the heat of the noon.

It's laughter they lack because they are labelled loons.

Dust on their back and tears in their spoons.

Ahh, what scent is this aloft the air?

Floating on breezes without a care.

Soaked into it like an extra dry sponge.

Into a sea of floral euphoria my nostrils have plunged.

Perfume surrounding every pore that I own.

Aromas trailing from the love here hence grown.

Mmm, a delicious work of art is trickling.

The temptation causes my tongue to be quickly licking.

My taste buds eagerly await the sumptuous treat.

A glass frame filled with colours so intensely sweet.

Sauces swirled in a frozen tornado of cream.

Fruitfully icy tastes construct this daydream.

Feel the touch of my hand, it's no cost to thee.

How many fingers linger with curiosity.

A connection was made through cell manipulation.

Thou hast created this loving sensation.

Like two earthly plates starting to qua ken.

Our palms rub for the warmth of togetherness to awaken.

(II) Writing Through Emotions

I see you and the intensity around me relaxes.

A puzzle can come along and I can confidently say I can crack this.

Because your presence provides me with bravery.

An aura to heroically save me.

Yes, this happiness is an easy occurrence.

Your love is the only needed reassurance.

Departure comes like a bolt from the blue.

Striking away the connection that I have with you.

Skies of darkened grey cry in mourning.

The Fates gave us no prior warning.

Sadness drains my heart to a hollow husk.

I'm left to suffer with your familiar musk.

Why do you come towards me so close?

I assure you that nobody knows.

These crimes that you accuse me of are false.

But you have certain ways to quicken my pulse.

I'm afraid of you, that much I admit.

But can it make sense even if you force the pieces to fit?

I gave you one simple job, that was all.

How did you so easily fall?

Beyond useless is what you clearly are.

Get out of my sight and go far.

I don't want to know you exist.

The temptation to kill you could be too great to resist.

A current takes me over when I touch your skin.

I've the sudden urge to get to the mysteries within.

Using only my mouth to find that special place.

Needing to see that look of exhilaration on your face.

I am yours inside and out.

In this moment I am left in no doubt.

(III)Writing Through Seasons

Flowers open with a colourful bursting.

For those April showers they'll be thirsting.

Daffodils spread along every path, field and hill.

Even Wordsworth would struggle to write of such a thrill.

A beautiful change to make the place look less dreary.

For Mother's day or just to make yourself feel cheery.

Hoppity hop goes the bunny with the basket.

It may give you chocolate if you kindly ask it.

Lots of chicks from the many eggs you must collect.

Nausea causes a temporary moment of regret.

Kids become messy but kept quiet.

But you get the wrong one and you'll start a riot.

Ice cream onto your hand micheviously melt.

Recalling how refreshing that ice cold drinks can felt.

Blinding sun, sweltering heat.

Impressions in the sand with your grateful feet.

Cooking ourselves just to catch someone's eye.

Leave it too long and they'll laugh walking by.

Electric spider webs fill up the night air.

A spectacular show for all the family to share.

Young ones dressing up as things they don't really understand.

Awaiting artificial flavoured food to be placed in their hand.

Toasting marshmallows as it starts to get dark.

Mesmerised by the flickering sparks.

The world is drained of colour and joy.

To your immune system, the icy winds attempt to destroy.

Sneezes and coughs all spread like wildfire.

And that is the one thing you don't desire.

Clinging to your hot water bottle and swallowing paracetmol.

Convinced you are losing your soul.

You've been creating a new list all year.

Soon that blessed day will be here.

The one time it is okay to put on weight.

But soon the same tunes on your brain will start to grate.

Open a gift and a distraction is made.

You are not too embarassed to play charades.

Another year is coming to a close.

Many memories made which the photos show.

Regrets and promises in equal measure created.

Who knows how many more you are to be fated.

It's always a new start, a new you.

It's a shame it has to start by making you feel blue.

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