Last night
I was half asleep
singing my new song like poem
O Maria Maria Maria
I was doggy tired
@83 plus old age
could not come out of my cage
O what a midnight rage
my dreams kept me engaged
I can't recall
those words which come
if at all like a rainbow
from a distant horizon
blind eyes cant see
Will one day a Milton I be
deaf as Beethoven was they say
composed musical poems all day
was maestro of his own way
deaf as me may be
one day
Lord Byron
Milton Beethoven or Wordsworth
I could be
Shakespeare is to the world
so dear him as furious
or sans all
I won't like to be
But Robert Frost
I wish frozen as ice is in Iceland
yet most say
Pablo's duplicate
Ah!
what an exceptional sign of glee
Romance also oozes from me
Comments
Hopeful Dreams
Hello, Lovedly,
Your poetry has a touch of all those artists and their forms of creative work. But you might say your work resembles a poetic Pablo most of all, with your genuine abstract style - always in Lovedly form. I think your final words could be a poem by themselves:
Hopeful dreams
of human desire,
as the road turns
into a bend
into the darkness
of the forest.
Thank you, Lovedly,
Lav
GRATEFUL THANKS LAV...Yes Pabs and I have lots in common
except that he earned a
NOBEL
none will bother about me lol thanks a million
Hope I will be remembered as a miniature emblem of PABLO
''Hopeful dreams
of human desire,
as the road turns
into a bend
into the darkness
of the forest..''