Simon - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
He appears crack of morn, a gentle soul named Simon, a storyteller telling stories; his told adventures had.
Simon lure listeners by his said endeavors in travels, tales accounted in stories: kids even replies in laughs.
Simon paint by his words pictures sequence, trips him into conflicts: his peering into gore acts in night fall.
Episodes one wonder its conveyances, one to think, if tales are actual: spoke frightening scary ideals.
Simon, his said to happen activities rush wanting hearts pleasing: him acts among actualities there.
Blow to blow fights in blood violence, him as a warrior in those clashes: him escape out without a scratch.
Simon portray humor in his stories, his agony faced in harsh efforts, a storyteller his say views dip in mystic.
His enticing words to trap, unveil his feats amazing audience, his say captures goers locking interests.
His terrors in storms, him against robbers and thugs to undo their wrong: him under fears to be chased.
Couples in twists, hands touch each body -words heard; Simon an avenger: advocate against wrongs.
Lone rider outside the governing Order to yield justice law, Simon duties has no badge or kill gun.
Giant he in stature tower, yet him hidden among them doubted; he fought plagues and diseases -he survived.
Conflicts spoken by him thrill and educate listeners; tales not all passers believe: Simon no restricted fact.
Events told by Simon are about life, all to consider heart say ponders by him: audience not to know real.
Stories as factual draw in ears attentions, tales to grip survivor as him in acts; his's thoughts set as traps.
Conveyances charming with interests to please, other to come near -hear more facts: Which are Life?
Pain felt by hearers with their remarks, tales lock interests replies by eyes: their heads in tight grips.
I like Simon stated had be adventures, or misfit of its seen view should asks: do I like his personal lies?
Simon stories do shock the people, stream tears jerking from their eyes; Simon see it; not? factual: wow.
Come to the bottom of us realizing facts spoken to us, his's said had happen; real as him: Simon's say.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The imaginative mind: Aren't we all writers, relating stories being writers: Simon.
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