Comments about Lento Maez
His emotional intelligence was quite high
Yet when he saw poetic injustice he‘d cry
There were those who thought he was shallow
Because his outlook on life was so mellow
In frustration one day he exclaimed
That his good poet fellows had been framed
In turn his outlook on life was strained
And his emotional intelligence was drained
Alas all good poets must cry
As they look up at the sky
Quietly wondering why
Their poems don’t fly
The look that smoldered,
the universe it overcame.
That come hither look its own to blame.
And thus that love encompasses all:
I know now its purpose,
your countenance should face
what smolders in souls.