I will write of the gems I have held
Some in my mind others in my heart
Yet they are held with a love so pure
A thought that will fill eternity’s hold
They are a band of poets striving away
They are from all places with all thoughts
Here they play with words in tidy rows
Though we must take each word carefully
When you talk of their words talk with calm
Be gentle with their lives as they burden you
Think of all they have been through or why
They come to us each day poetry to unfold
Whisper their words in your mind’s eye
Test the feelings they portray with yours
Walk in their shoes, feel their minds set
Free yourself to remember your yesterday
I will walk with you as the now flows by
You will teach me in your learning from others
Seek out new places to rest with the words
Let them ring out a vision of you always
Comments
poetry is of course a self expression
But it must convey a lesson
simply poets compose and not many read
and to the Garbage bin of time
they get naturally disposed
the poet is happy
at least one did read it
as I do yours Ian
and you oft and on
do mine
Loved
Many thanks for your visit, this is just a vision of Muses lined up in Spirit to feed the poets we know, they have many more words than we can use, we must listen with great care to their babblings.
Yous Ian..
When I am enamoured
I compose poems on poets
who deserve it
You may also so do
bring out the
GOOD the BAD
in me too.
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Tread sotly
Reminds me of Yeats:
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
As I do a lot of volunteer work introducing people to poetry I am always aware of their feelings, and accept and praise their work. That is my vocation. For poets on this site, I only get upset and express my disappointment when I sense they are trying to play with my head with abstractions, or are just babbling out cliches without putting any personal soul or honesty into it. I avoid discussing anything with those pieces that are copies of the mass and just praise the lord, let them live with their imaginary friends in their bubble which is impenetrable. I also hate boring rap dribble when it's narcissistic and just imitates the rest. If I sense any honesty in a poem, I tread softly.
This is a poetry workshop site. Mostly I try to learn about the craft and art of poetry; I want to share and learn from other poets, and welcome insightful critics.
Eumolpus
Thank you for all of your words they bring to me another facet of your being.
That you teach others in the art of poetry, it to me is a love of life that guides you..
I have a load of writing on- yenti.co.uk - have a look there and see my life, also there are a few workshops from Neopoet that were transferred as apart of my pages.
Please feel free to use anything there.
Take care and carry on your good works,
Yours as always, Ian..