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Poetry End

26/2/2009

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Poetry End
By: Douglas Karson

A poet begins
From deep down within
And expands out and out
This art depends
On using a pen
To aside our fear and doubt
The tool it is strong
In verse or in song
Life would be cold without
It doesn’t take long
And there is never a wrong
To make something with your own clout

The poet begins
From deep down within
And flies to all the masses
They read it in parks
In light and in dark
And teach it to all the classes
The thoughts they gain power
Every minute and hour
In the minds of lads and lasses
The issues take shape
And we change the way
We go through all of our daily passes

My poet begins
From deep down within
And its voice will never be silent
Mad as a bull
It’ll push me and pull
Till it knows I’ve at least tried it
The voice from within
It comes on a whim
And lets out emotion that I’ve pent
Listen carefully now
For I’ll show you how
A year down the line you’ll know what I meant

Your poet begins
From deep down within
All you need do is listen
It will speak to you to
When you do feel blue
Heal emotion blows you’ve taken
How are you sure
Have you tried to write more?
Or have your tries always been fakin
Sorry I say
If you feel angry today
But this world is ours for the takin

Poetry begins
From outside and in
The worlds most good and its bad
A sweet sunset
Or a trip to the MET
Are more than a pass and a fad
Also with love
Damn cupid above
Makes all man feel like a young lad
But we also create
From that we most hate
And the stupid shit that makes us all mad

A poet ends
When he puts down the pen
And the words no longer flow
Your poet ends
Why never my friend
This fact I need you to know
The poetry ends
When the world stops to spin
And humanity does exist for no mo’
My poet ends
With a gracious bend
And closes out a wonderful show


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    It can be whimsical or epic, unbearably long or just two memorable lines, mature and dark or light and childish.

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