Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

31 Mar 2011

Words Travelling

Words travelling, an intriguing path
Can make you cry, or even laugh
Set the future; record the past.
Words tossed; words designed to last.
To design a World that's good for all
To inspire the young, to provide a cure
All the while, creating: aspirations abound.
Did you know, words are double crowned?
Take a look at what can be found!
It may not delight, but it will certainly astound.
Watch! Don't be a rabbit lost in the round.
Have a look but come back to solid ground.
Keep the best and disregard the rest;
In circular illusions and square memes
Words: the translator of a mind's dreams
The inventors I think, did like their laugh:
If you ask me, this is what, they had to saith
"Now get off your resting place, read my epitaph"
Left their lines of lights, in darkened minds
Words travelling on intriguing paths
Words are bound to us and bound to last .
Because I am you and you are me
We read or write, we lead the fight,
We light the night and embrace the day.
We clasp in joy, everyone, from day one, on.
From the very first time, that the sun shone
Words are mighty, in sword form.
They sometimes mimic, a bird of a feather
Tickling, the nether, nether. . .nether.  .erm?. . .nether :)
A shelter, in a stormy port.
A port in a stormy, weather storm.
Words are oceans, filled with drawn out notions
Words are the potions, that guide our emotions
Words travelling on intriguing paths.
Words can change hearts, do the maths.

3 comments:

I especially love the end...

Moneypenny
 
A beautiful poem!

Thankyou :)
 
Your rhyming rhythms in this one are particularly imaginative, Gwylym.

Eden
 

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