Chima Njoku Ray
The Bard's Delight
The muse dictates the word to me,
And write the inspiration's what I do,
In fashions we the bards decant,
For all to take; yet, filled, be scant;
And scant as they become, seek more,
Like Zach atop the sychamore.
For what's the bard's delight in life,
If not to sow in words sublime,
Upon the field of human soul,
The seeds of muse discharge, the goal;
For where the tended mind abides
Abides a tended world besides.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
I saw the song while surfing the internet, and I was so glad that my singing countrymen had started going deeper with the themes of their songs. Then the next thing I did was to download the song.
What a beautiful instrumentation. But the singers did not address Mind Over Matter in the song. The lyrical content came off as bland and superficial to me.
Then the next thing I did was write a rap version of the song. And, that same evening, I wrote this poem.
Mind Over Matter. That's the story behind The Bard's Delight.
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