• A poet walked along and to a man in the street
    “Have you ever been swept up off your feet?
    Have you ever felt the rush of reading something new?
    I tell you sir, I am one of the very few.”

    “A poem has meaning, a deep inner view.
    Something that comes from the heart, it has to come from you.
    It holds beauty, emotion, indulgence and love.
    Not unlike the beating wings, of a soft, white dove.”

    “Tales of friends and lovers dance before our eyes
    The life of the poet, the pen never lies.
    True emotion, seen through the words
    Growth of a child or flight of the birds.”

    “But then there is the ugly side, like evil things and war.
    Images brought to mind like a whale’s rotting core.
    Gruesome beauty, protest poems, it’s not all fun and games.
    The truth brought out, the tales are told, freedom by the names.”

    “Be it the fires of hell to Satan himself, it can stare down all evil and bad.
    Can twist and torment, can fester and boil, can send the best of us mad.
    But the horror is truth and cannot be changed for that would be changing man
    And no matter how hard you try or want, you cannot truthfully say that you can.”

    “Yes, there is the lighter side and it does not outshine the dark.
    They are both equally matched, they have both made their mark.
    For if not for the light, the darkness would rule
    If not for the darkness, the light of a fool.”

    “Poetry it not just words, all said and done.
    It is the captured piece of life, the life of one.
    They pour their heart onto the page,
    This part of them shall never age.”

    “Through the words of their poem you can glimpse the world.
    From the treetops to the purring cats, tails gently curled.”
    He said these things all in a rhythmic beat
    Said the man to the poet, “You have swept me off my feet.”