The Sweet, Sweet Nectar of a Poem


Have come to know, to taste,
the sweet, sweet nectar of a poem

Thoughts inspired by emotion,
igniting a fiery passion
Poet brushes words,
in a picture penned fashion
Filling a canvass with life,
breathed and owned
Images cut by a tongue wielding verses
Lines, sharp as a razor,
but smooth like a meandering river
Heart pounding horror,
blood stained terror,
demons at night rein havoc
Sonnets of ladies wearing bonnets,
in gardens placing flowers in baskets
The dark side of the moon,
cries of pain,
lonely loon on a lake strains
The happy and cheerful,
making us feel wonderful,
a misty, that’s coloured magical
The hot and spicy,
kiss and tell,
mind blowing orgasms,
screams of heaven and hell
Pussy Galore, Bonds’ sly smile,
a pistol packed and ready to fire
Haikus and prose,
free writes that excite,
a form is a form not all can conform
Short or long,
every word, line,
no matter what, it’s fine
A poem feels from the soul,
it’s breath beats a rhythmic toll
Pages written and ripped from the spine, tossed aside,
more crap for the eyes
Rewrites and edits,
credits and notes,
sharing thought provoking quotes

Have come to love, to devour,
the sweet, sweet nectar of a poem


Ax

Photo: Road trip through British Columbia along the Sunshine Coast near Sechelt BC

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