Like an early bird I am oft soaring
in day or nightsky chirping chatting and singing
in utmost glee, happiness, sadness or love
in my movements I praise thee above
this forsaken galaxy is oft at war
one thing I´ll never understand I told my Lord
even in poetry I met some poets by chance
reading their loveliest poems sans their appearance
some odd things I can never comprehend
though their words I fully understand
if one poet is lost or has gone away
I surely know that the poet is still at bay
he denied an internal love affair
my recent travel to Ghana, sans news a flair
vanished from the poems-hunter´s ground
just like in an obsolete merry-go-round
we must stick to the poetry art abound
knowing such subtile event
these odd things my mind can never comprehend
just be faithful to the art of the word
fleeing for love is so absurd
eagerly I hope your heart won´t be hurt
from a senior to a junior, hear my words....
Pipi
AD. Tuesday 26th June 2018 -
@ 8.58 hrs.AM
Thank you so much, Rini. I appreciate your visits very much, I am just back from two weeks holidays to Ghana to my first grandchild,11 months old. Guess, when he was born? On the 4th of July and we do not live in the USA, very odd. Our baby nephew who resides in the USA was born on the 2nd of July. Both parents have not planned, the births just came. See you later, Rini.
You are oft such a loyal poet colleague, Bernard, thanks for your lovely response and 3 thumbs up during your visit.
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This morning poem is full of beauty, expression and wisdom. Early bird floats amazingly in day or night with chirping carrying lovely words. Sadness or love this is rated in mind. We shall be true to the art of word. Heart should never hurt others. Wonderful advice is given here is interesting. A nicely penned poem this is...10