Is Poetry A Lost Art, Dude? Poem by Denis Martindale

When I explore the Internet and read what others write,
I think, how lucky can I get? For there's so much insight.
There's so much wisdom, humour, love, despite when someone's rude,
But when I read the pleasant stuff, I simply love it, dude!
When I peruse the library books and read anthologies,
My face has some amazing looks when God-blessed poems please.
And when I'm home, my pen awaits and paper's there as well,
It's then my little heart creates the tall tales that I tell...

Yet when a title comes to mind that stirs a winsome phrase,
To other thoughts I'm deaf and blind, my poem to embrace.
It's mine all mine, my chance to shine, my leap of faith and more,
My hand that guides each word and line while on some Mystery Tour!
And while I live and breathe and pray, a poem may be shared,
Perhaps until my dying day, as living proof, I cared.
And when I'm gone and Heaven-bound, my poems will remain
Upon this Earth, until they're found again and again... AND AGAIN!

Denis Martindale July 2016.