My brand new poem's come to call. I'm in the Writing Zone!
I'm willing now to give my all, no longer quite alone.
It whispers words and phrases, too, and even sings as well.
It's just its way of getting through the tale it has to tell.
And so I type words patiently, without a trace of fear.
Just pleased receiving poetry that's easy on the ear.
It has no swear words to dismay. No lies to change my path.
No negatives to lead astray. Just rhymes to make me laugh.
To think, new poems lift me so, to greater thoughts and themes.
Such that my little soul can grow, beyond my hopes and dreams.
Reminding me that God still cares and I've more things to do!
That God's attentive to my prayers! So why should I feel blue?
The poem's here to make me smile, and treat me tenderly,
And this, of course, it does with style. It knows me well, you see.
That's why this poem's my new friend! No judgement or disdain.
Just one beginning and one end its wisdom to contain.
It tells me I should laugh much more, and see the funny side.
That's what great TV shows are for, not for the tears I've cried.
Just settle down, and choose the best and giggle now and then.
And pretty soon the heart feels blessed and thankful once again!
And then the poem bade farewell because its job was done.
So I watched TV for a spell, an audience of one!
Denis Martindale. August 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem