Leslie Alexis

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Poets Never Die (Sonnet) - Poem by Leslie Alexis

People leave, most vanishing when they die,
The preacher, the judge, and all begotten.
They last until their flesh in graves rotten.
And then family and friends often cry,
But poets alone never say goodbye.
Their bodies do leave, like all begotten
But souls remain, in ink, not forgotten,
Sung in song by mothers in lullaby.
Through our children, the poet is born yet
Again. He lives on in the sweet young minds.
By the poets’ actions, his fate is set -
His anger continues; or sweet words like pines,
Given birth by him continues past death
of the flesh… this is the life I make mine.

Copyright 2009 © Leslie Alexis

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

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