Art Of Poetry Poem by Ackroy Lashley

Write for a reason never reason why I write

Might I mention it's exciting every word I recite

Shed stimulating light

Depending what's on my mind some rhyme, some might not

One thing for sure I'll give it all I got

What I got is a gift for words

As these words invade my matter box

With this right hand I inscribe

Life, money, love, the effects of hate, humanity and whatever vibe is right

This is an unbelievable high

Bajanpoet once was shy

As I apply emotions I often look to the sky

Curiosity ponders why?

Open space influence my daily grind

I dateline my poems verbal moonshine

Notably intoxicating as I utter this subject line