The long friends are stronger in bonds but greater,
And so the overwhelming joys of spring are on the trees
Like the sun as it showers its light on the top of the
World that strives towards the heavenly doors of existence.
The longest friends are your open wishes of this genie
And that genie, a godliness is in the foreground,
Minds are the grasses of the body and might,
Minds are the selfless wishes, the wishful forces.
The poems of a day in criminal times are to be forgotten,
For these poetries are significant in the enclosed spaces,
Where shadows lurk, and when clocks desist, where moods
Are deploring, and poetry is thinner than the threads.
To hunt a feeling would burden a man who is brother,
But poets sing to the professors of English and Philosophy,
Like the awesome pledge and the lovely knowledge,
In this worldly life of the highest forces.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse