Poems about Poems

It had lines
stocked and straight
- but strove for curves

It had rhyme
like breaking waves
running back and forth
from source to shore

It had weight
like gold
or oaths
- with well kept words

and kept its time
like morning, myth
and childhood
…and yet, matured

and then its sound
was great
as mountainsides

which held in silence
…and yet, was heard

It was a poem
but perhaps
and yet
…a bird

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Poem2:

‘Distance’ simply isn’t
‘Don’t’ can’t be

Fear is but a metaphor
   ...Love is everything

and when the words get confusing
 just trust the feeling

and when the keyboard isn't working
and communication aint happening
                             Just Sing
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Poem3:

Content

I would like to take a course
Of action and passion called
‘More stories Moses never knew he told’

In this rest or rant
I sit and read the evening menu

If this study be a wooden booth
And a waiter at the window
From whom we order what be written
In the winnowed world of penflow

Then:
“I want a poem please"
What with all these leaves and reams
And not a round word seen

Straight lines can only stretch so far
But a circle
Ahhh shes eternal

So please pass that piece of fruitful
With the red skin, read scent
and a dash of pepper meant

Let me press my peer upon it
I’ll barely bend the binder, making but a dent –
Just put the mix of consonants to my lips
that I may sip

An elixir mixed
mouthfulls
of letters
Compressed to better
Juice this fruitful
Moment of existence

Teach me art of alchemy
That my phrases may ferment

A golden goblet set before me
Globe of glory
- its a story!
in rhyming form
and content
...in rhyming form
- content 

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