Once upon a Poet, the theme of my poem,
Written in slumbering mid, coldly tatched's poet's pen,
Explore and survey this moonless skies
My name been written in Rainbow colored Flies,
Ate my glory, indefinite far from Home,
One eyed transmitted by broadcast my poem from Rome.
Once upon a Poet, the mood of my poem
Head-shaking for the poet writing this poem,
Like sewing device, would never wear fashion
Like a butcher's Heir contemptuously cracking bone-ration,
Life's but a ghastly teacher, let's learn,
Teaching Brand and Rusty, lessons to earn,
I am today a Gold in the Sty
Preserved to limitless shine tomorrow in the Sky.
Once upon a Poet, when the battle's lost and won,
Ink of my letters gushed from my eyes,
I'm inevitable Victor despite victim, fate lies,
Penury tends stealing this poet's Dream
Racing shadows, bountiful beautiful beam,
Once upon a Poet, written Poetry and Won.
Friday, February 15, 2008