This Poem

Blues notes from my harp.. is poetic blues..

Pen in hand.. eyes can see.. sense felt best of you.. again I stand feeling free.. give this poem.. your due..

This poem is for the fighting man with his movie eyes.. this poem is for the lover.. when sun is on the rise.. this poem is for the feline alert sense in her face.. this love is for the kings, noble queens from outer space..

This poem is for the needle hound escaping in the park.. this poem tells of pleasure when the needle finds its mark.. this poem is for the drunkards pain.. this poem is for the heart.. this poem is for harlequin love who tore it apart..

This poem tells of feelings historically set down.. this poem is for the tortured judge.. this tear is for his frown.. this poem is for the brave times when we all must face the night.. this poem is for the monsters that never will be right..

This poem is for your witness passing days and passing shows.. This poem is for the freedom to share all we know.. this poem is for the farmer who plants to fill a need.. this poem is for the fed.. this poem is for the seed..

This poem is for the childish love as bitter makes it true.. this poem is for your dreams that are the best of you.. this poem is for every eager boy and pretty girl.. guess I have to say.. this poem is for the world..

As the morning clouds burn off.. the sun will light other visions.. reflected in the light.. of different.. Peace T.

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