Hail Ye Poets Of The Great! Poem by Merlin Mwaura

The great 21st century,
Where my birth stands as an ancient glow
penetrating the meager stereotypes of today.
Grown of unique a passion,
For things incomprehensible…
As seek duty to find truth in its most,
In its deep,
In its fine infiniteness.

What treasures seek, what adventures found…
A man speaks grandly of his polite ventures.
His lady, those of their meeting…
and the poetry seen in their courtship.
She too seeks the truth, without favor or folly.

While our minds are potted with our revelations,
Cooking brews and dishes of elegant scents,
Our thoughts so intrusive, revealing…
Unsettling and discomforting those with vile minds
For ours is poetry of the Great!
How great is our Century.

A poet is proceed to prophesize,
O philosophy and intrinsic thoughts,
Whispers of the conscience…
Drumming of our hearts.
Now, more than ever before…
as we partake in our centuries activities.

We revile our societies of their wrongs,
We sing of lost beauty, what performance we engage?
We are quiet little forms with Lion Hearts if not manes…
Our eyes sleep not, what gesture an’ art we see,
What humor an’ jest we cling,
To find that bellied laughter,
That which is genuine…

Have wine an’ grapes,
Divine soups and spice on delicate plates,
Profound tools, our loyal digits…
While we make a meal of our daily an’ sundry events.
Poetry is my song,
a love note to my beloved,
the pages of my diary to ye audience.
It is ye that know the Poets of the Great!
Hail thee… of the Great!