You brought your words to me
Your life you shared with me
My pain you sought to heal
My cross you already bore
My life in ecstasy
In awe of your words you see
So crafted the masterpiece
Great praise I reserve for your works
Only the strong survive
Without a tear in their eyes
Of a narration so dear and true
Our stories laid out in your words
You hear the call of the meek
Of the strong, the poor, the oppressed
The mute, you hear
The deaf, you speak
A gift for everyone...
Like Santa, I love you
In praise I write to you
For your works, a lifetime it will be
If abstract it is
If it catches the feeling...
A word is enough for the wise
Today you fed me
You the biggest chef there is
Your menu spans the world
The biggest feast in wonder
Never stop, never stop, and never stop
Don’t stop, don’t pass go, don’t collect 200
Keep writing, don’t stop, and keep moving
Fill the world like Gods green grass
Your biggest fan,
i just love your last lines, David..It says it all. You write with straight from your heart, and I just love it. I will be visiting your page every now and then. Keep up the good work. God bless you..Shalom! ! ! Hugs from here, Meggie
Loved it! You're a very good poet. I'm looking forward to reading more.
Well expressed, In some ways the best education in poetry is to read lots of it.
Sweet, made me smile! Lovely tribute to our bards and great poets, which we also aspire, if vainly to join. I quite enjoyed this!
Wonderful. I am also a fan of the great poets, you expressed yourself very well in this piece, I give it a ten.
Nice one.... 'Birth of poet' Has any one thought over? Almighty has given gift to him or her How does the ideas emanate from void mind? Music in action and feelings very kind The ideas to role out for vicious world Happiness and joy for all to hold Can poetry exist without impetus? The writer can exist by his status God might have given special third sense Free flow of thoughts even without being tense This is how the journey has begun with birth of poet Love to all in his imagery world and keep quiet He does nothing special for performance He certainly weighs facts at once Leaving all worries for the common cause Forgetting for self and think what he was? This is how he has come in to being World at his feet without being called a king What makes water to fall in from of raining? It doesn’t require any guidance or proper training His heart pains for others agony H doesn’t work it for gain or money He has the mighty thoughts to work as key No slavery in his world and to make all free
‘You the biggest chef there is Your menu spans the world The biggest feast in wonder’ ~ Wow ~ Thus Spake Poet…indeed you’re wondrous Poet Chef …this is one of the best poetic cuisines I’ve ever savored… ‘Fill the world like Gods green grass’ ~ Yeah sure unending journey of wording and weaving tissuing tailor made debonair noetic garment… … thanks Poet David for sharing … Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice tribute to poetry as far as reading them all 12 million poems and counting are on the internet now...the last verse made the whole poem...regards