Poetry Is In My Blood Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Poetry Is In My Blood



Arc, arch!
Poetry is in my blood;
Fuse, refuse!
Hot, pot, dot, lot, MOT, cot, got, jot, not, rot, tot.
Blue roses!
Experiencing it with joy;
Love!
Giving your body what it needs;
Love!
With the right nutrients;
But, poetry is in my blood.
Seeing it and using it,
Seeing it and reading it,
Having it and learning from kit;
The muse of life,
But, poetry is in my blood.
I want ot share my love with you and,
I want to share my secret with you;
But, experiencing it with joy!
Hansome with your mind and beautiful with your muse,
And, of the blue rose;
But, joy is it when you can share with others in peace.
Ace, palace!
Seeing the New Moon;
Through the West Side of my window.
Pat, patio!
She wants to eat and drink;
So, use my money to buy her some food.
Part, art!
He wants to learn from the teachers;
So, use my money and send him to school.
Pat, patois!
Card, bard, lard, hard, guard, ward, yard;
I walk in the rain and i walk in the heat,
All in the name of love.
Mine, mineral!
Hidden,
Great location! !
And, with a spectacular view.

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