Beautiful day
Ruined
By schedules
Subjective
Of course
The day
Perfectly happy
To be perfect
Not bothered by my
Objective
“Off course, re-routing”
Beautiful day
Ruined
By schedules
Subjective
Of course
The day
Perfectly happy
To be perfect
Not bothered by my
Objective
“Off course, re-routing”
Poetry is a prison
Capturing
Things
Onto
Pages
Leaving
Every thing
On the
Shelf
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Poetry is a privilege
Turning
Things
Into
Words
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Poetry is a gift
Giving
Things
To
The People
Saving
Things
By
The People
Remembering
Things
Of
The People
Record 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧
surroundings
Report on the
mundane;
Everyone write a poem
Even if it’s
Insane!
Tell me
All about it
Paint the picture
True
Shout out
For your
City.
Just
Let it flow from you.
The poet stands sentinel, memory of the City.
I am needed in the streets. Town crier. Breaking Muse. Calling forth the words of this generation. MindScribe. Writing into the minds of the people; making them remember to be free.
We must compose a new poetry.
Democratic verses
aspiring towards
our words in
common.