The Poet Poem by Craig Moses Uche

The dividends
Of the modern culture
A farmer of words
Turning art into agriculture

Truly a wino
Intoxicated with arcane imagery
And his mind with nowhere to go
Seeks solace in art's brewery

At wits end
He sees clearly, the promontory
That the meagre mind
Would simply call a bosh story

Now certainly, a wizard
With his wand he turns history
Into a soulful ballad
Full of fetching scenery: -

Works that make Achilles
As bardic as Shakespeare
And leaves Hercules
With no more strength to spare

Pieces that Inspire Napoleon 
To draw
Banishing his puissance to oblivion
Giving him the fondness, men never saw

Honestly, the Poet is anything,
Without void or season
He's both nothing and everything
Wearing every color for a reason

Such is the curse and beauty
Of the poet
Wearing words for sake of duty
Summoning mind and paper for the duet