Future Poets Society Poem by Kay Moore

Around the table, we were seated, within the bar when we last met,
Old friends, and some new were greeted, clutching poems, not shared yet.
What a treat of sheer delight, of poems read throughout the night,
Some were long and some were short, a few were humorous of a sort.
Within the paremeter of the group, there is not word they cant compute.
Decipher or desicrate, use, abuse or lovingly squeeze,
Melt and mould and plunder, the English language, thrown asunder.
Not in a moment in bad taste, nor put togther in a moment of haste,
Specially chosen and well thought out, Self Expression with lots of clout.
Special magic can be found, in personal experiences, shared around,
Sensitive, intense, beautiful people, although they don't always show it,
Herein lies the Future Poet