This is poet's lunch
for them to munch
and massage their belly
and feel alive like the early
bird which feasted on the fattest worm
This is for you poet's in the web site
to lick
and kick away hunger
by this poetic plate
for you to snack
and crack
the secret caches of the enemy
This is for you to feed on
at this lunch hour
it does not matter where you are
at the top of the tower
busy in the kitchen
cooking poetry
you in the garden smelling that flower
this does not want any 'missing'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems must be read. I love this one.