Song For The Poets Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Song For The Poets

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Thou art my chosen
The mouthpiece of my prophecy
Hand of my authority.
Thy knowledgeous acumen
The pride of my heart is; and
Thy spoken words
The tenancy of my wisdom.

Speak forth those verbocious fabrications
Shut not the doors of thy lips
Let the windows of thy eyes and the gate of thy ears
Be thrown ajar
Declare the astuteness of passion
Let the world be drawn in love
Lament in acrimony
The lines of my jeremiad
Let them panic in the terror of my wrath.

Never let the foot of thy pen weary
For the paper awaits its manifestation
So let thy pen dance
Upon this face of momentous jamboree
Revealing the path-way to truth.

Like a prophet,
Blaze thy vocals with the fire of authority
Let the ink upon thy pad flaunt
My vociferous command
Divulge human attitude and
Lay bare the mind of the Divine.

Away from the horde
Cogitate and ensure to ruminate
The message I spread
Across the fabrics of nature
So glaring to understanding yet
So cryptic that
It becomes a conundrum to decipher.

You are the heart of my communique
The dance of thy intellectual acumen
A wonder that cannot be comprehended
A comprehension Beyound imagination.

Not even I who the formed in sovereignty
Can penetrate the incredulity
Of thy perspicacity
But in my perspicuity
No sagacity
Surpasses the supremacy
Of my prudence and Divinity

I am thy maker and creator
Thee I chose for human formator
Unto thee they shall look for a mentor
And thy lines follow for their cantor
Always pondering and meditating upon the drops of thy canto.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thoughts Of A Poet 19 October 2012

wow tht's really good i love it

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Dave Walker 11 October 2012

A really fantastic poem, really like it.

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Allemagne Roßmann 05 October 2012

One of the best poetrz verses delivered and pleasure to read on and on.Spanking write

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