A poem is magic if it births from heart's fire
full of real feeling, and wet with desire!
Those that come from real deep feeling
leave you breathless, your mind reeling
From the heart
and where it soars
is so much more fun,
creates no snores
Those that come from a need
for proliferation
hurt my sensibilities
impotent masturbation
Potent, powerful with a punch
so exciting to read
you'll skip your lunch
I love all the REAL ones
I read here,
I hope not to offend your heart
nor your ear.
Impotent poems die with the weeds,
Potent charms in my soul do weave
Thanks to all who let their heart pop
please keep writing, please don't stop!
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