Charlotte, N.C.28269-3210
Improvisation 12 22 2015
Original 05 06 2015
A Human Touch Does Not Lack:
A human touch does not lack
Lips made to find
Song and poetry connect
The writer runs out of rhyme
Muses use the scribe of it
To write harmonic lines
The song writers' song
Poet and scribe
Dips tongue together
into a heartbeat harmony
In a blood well inside
Imagination a rouge of beauty
Paint a melody strum a
Vocal chord stringing from
Hands that hold the slide
Swing to rhythmic drums
A dominant eye sees beauty
In unwritten styles that guide
Vibrations push and pull
From the left to sets of chords
Of frequency oscillating
Electrifying atoms of cosmic kind
His grace touches to anoint
Vision abstracts to remind
(Page 1 of 2)
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
(Lee B. Mack, A Human Touch Does Not Lack, page 2 of 2)
A scribe takes pin in hand
Poets hear a holy day is come
Upon -the muse breaks apart
Into a spangled banner of stars
Song writers name every light
Poets accept to love but one
The song writers' song draws
Unrighteousness imagined things of
Beauty hidden in stars
Punch pours every glass of wine
Utopias of monopoly has its time
But bests yet to come wait with
Love called Neptune Mercury Jupiter
The galactic suns moons and Mars.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
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