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Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: baseball, love,

CAN I

Can I Be:

The lyrics in your song? 
the words of your poem? 
the paint on your canvas? 
the script for your movie? 
the groove in your dance? 
the ink in your pen? 
the twinkle in your eye? 
the beat of your heart? 
the "star"of your dreams 
your every desire? 
your early sunrise? 
your place of comfort? 
And most of all 
Can I always be the love of your life? 




11-4-16
Alexis Y


Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: familyfamily, grandmother, baseball, family, grandfather, grandmother, life, love, sports, grandchild, grandchild,

Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)


Poem Details | by Robert Heemstra |
Categories: baseball, love, poetry, red, sports, summer, writing,

Play Ball

baseball and poetry love them both
just like writing baseball excites me too
and during the recent months they’ve gain growth
love it as much as writing an haiku

can’t wait next month the season will begin
I'm not like others I never played golf
if I’m lucky I’ll catch a Red Sox win
outside of Fenway was a sign for Gulf

besides Poetry Soup may be else where
such as MLB dot com checking scores
I love baseball because it has some flair
as a kid bought cards from many stores

when summer is here I’ll be watching more
wife and I caught a Red Sox Phillies game
and my wife didn’t find the game a bore
but lately the Red Sox have brought us shame

but the new season will be starting soon
enjoy the games even from the saloon


Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: baseball, beach, bereavement, birthday, black african american, boat, business, butterfly, car, change,

Love

Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too


Poem Details | by Arlene Smith |
Categories: baseball, longing, lost love, love,

Tunnel of Love

The narrow tunnel, darkened by shadows of denial;
my vessel of hope, adrift on possibilities.
A regretful mist hangs heavy in this melancholy place.
The haunting echo's of could-have-beens stalking close behind,
as I search for a spark of light at every turn.
Unable to turn around this voyage of time, 
I will accept the fait that awaits me at the end.

I wonder..........
Will you be there?......


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: adventure, allah, allegory, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, beach, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, butterfly, caregiving, cat, child, childhood, christian, christmas, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, depression, devotion, life, love, sympathy, words, world, pain, light, light,

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Poem Details | by Chad Weeks |
Categories: baseball, love,

The pitch of a lifetime

His life had boiled down to this one moment
Nerves shaking but could never show it

A lifetime of practice to get to this fall day
Always saying goodbye & never getting to stay

The half dirt covered plate at his feet
As thousands waiting to leave their seat

Years of not knowing if he could ever get here
He looks up and his mind never this clear

Cheers all around fade away
Today was his day

He has but a single task
The question yet to be asked

His stance he choose to switch
And from a knee here comes the pitch
		She said yes


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: august, baseball, beautiful, bird, blue, children, creation, earth, eve, first love, imagination, inspirational, native american,

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen


this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know


Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue Moon.it knows.


Poem Details | by Zackery Harbin |
Categories: faith, inspirational, life, love, may,

Life is a Baseball Game

You are the batter,
Shaking in your cleats,
Scared of what may come,
So scared you may flee.

The pitcher stands there noble,
Strong and steady,
His pitch is fast,
And you are not so ready.

The pitch is down the middle,
Right where you like,
But something comes over you,
Like the darkest of the nights.

SWING! 
And you miss,
Satan got in you,
And gave you a kiss.

You walk back to the dugout,
And begin to weep,
You let your father down,
But then you leap!

You hop right back up,
Your at-bat again,
You get another shot,
This time Satan must not get in!

You pray to God,
Asking for Satan to be gone,
You dig in,
Humming in song.

With a smile on your face,
You watch the pitcher throw,
Right down the middle,
Yet this one was drove!

As far as you could,
The ball flew like out of a gun,
You watch with amazement,
As the pitcher says," That’s my son!"


Poem Details | by Rita A. Simmonds |
Categories: baseball, hurt, longing, love,

The Catcher

In those eyes you threw
your sudden love,
like a ball thrown hard
at a catcher’s glove.

And I felt it and waited,
stunned,
un-mistaken,
wondering how I’d return it
unshaken.

To lob the ball
was all to do.
My arm was poor,
but my throw was true.
You left the mound.
You turned your back.
Had you forgotten
your turn at bat?

No bases run,
No striking out,
No popping flies
or balls that fouled.

An empty diamond.
Home alone.
My hand still stings
from the ball you’d thrown.
 
February 16, 2017
National Pastime Contest


Poem Details | by Chula Fleming |
Categories: baseball, friendship, i love you, love,

Each

Each day...
A page freshly written
Across the face of time.

Each kiss...
A new excitement
To thrill and tantalize.

Each touch...
Caresses every moment
With silent words of love.

Each syllable...
Expresses the caresses
That I've been dreaming of.

Each tear...
Shines in joyous beauty
Through the sweetness of your soul.

Each smile...
Uplifts and brushes softly
Away the tears of solitude.

Each embrace...
Surrounds and protects my heart
From ever losing you.

Each stroll...
Brings us closer together
Upon our sacred paths.

Each star...
Shines brighter 
To show our way at last.

Each night...
I will love you,
over and over, unabashed.

Each day...
I'm grateful for you
And ready to love again.

Each lifetime...
We'll find each other
And fall in love again.



Poem Details | by Christina Hons |
Categories: anger, august, baseball, conflict, home, horror, water,

Tough Love

Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the populationIgnoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: baseball, love,

A Little Bit of Twist

A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair

I am proud of myself
Pictures on my bookshelf
He and I collide, kiss and a ride
His glove and baseball by the side
Hat up above truly love
I dare not give it a shove

On the stand with a cheer
A taunt and a sneer
Grin your way; ensnare was my plan
Flip my hair and pretend I’m a fan 
Batter batter swing
Hammer and sting that skin

A little bit of twist
A little bit of grin
A flip of the hair

Wearing the right hat
Twist to the bat
Searching far and wide
Where’s the cowhide 
Home, don’t walk.R-U-N
One-on-one under the sun

Slide your hand down my arms
Surrender and drown in charm 
Strawberry kisses champagne wine
Interlace your fingers with mine
Emotions beat while we run away 
Feeling the excitement of the day


 

2/20/2017


Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: allusion, angst, bangla, baptism, baseball, beautiful,

a new love

A New Love Story 
I had stopped at the rural cafe for a coffee it was a day when I was 
not feeling a day over seventy she was around fifty and incredible 
young her waste was that of a waif at the beginning of life
She was so beautiful and she smiled inviting me to sit by her table
 and I was only drinking coffeeI told her amusing stories of my life, 
mostly lies- and she laughed, not a bored mirth while looking at 
the time thinking of the right moment to slip away the clutches of 
my unwanted attentionGood time has me has a limit, so much and 
not more, her husband came in he had been to the garage, had the car 
fixed and he told me all about it down to the smallest dreary details

A nice man with oil on his hands and I hated him, but I could not kill him 
and claims his wife as mine, the thought faintly amused me, 
and they drove offI loved her immensely and she reminded me of 
my wife`s niece I love her too, perhaps it was her but I was too old to see
as handsome faces take on a mask of a smiling Janus 


Poem Details | by Nayda Ivette Negron |
Categories: baseball, feelings,

Love Range


                                     Invisible scars touched the inner fibers of the soul
                                       Spilling tears that flowed as a rapid river stream
                                             Healing with the love that lies in the heart
                                              Spreading light to humanity as a beacon












November 11, 2016


Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: baseball, christian, friendship, heart, love,

We All Know Better

We All know Better
By Curtis Johnson

Your smiling face will often disguise the rapid and tedious race;
But I know better
Your sweet and pleasant demeanor sometimes displays God’s grace;
But not always, because at times it leaves a revealing trace.
Others may discern or detect things you cannot hide or erase,
Because they too know better

In the language of baseball, it’s good to hit home runs, triples, and doubles.
But we Know better,
Because a good manager will tell you that these endeavors you must not chase
It’s simply because, most times, it’s better for the team if you just get on first base

So if you choose, you can say you are swell and all is well
But I know better
You can pretend things are great and wonderful;                                                                                                  but you know better
I know that you must open up and talk about more                                         than the sports and the weather
I know that you must open the windows of your heart                                      to at lease someone you can tell
Cj01192015


Poem Details | by Elizabeth Clipner |
Categories: america, angst, baseball, celebration, chicago, emotions, heartbreak,

Love Hurts

Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.

But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growingYear after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”

Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss 
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.

In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker 
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.

Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.

Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion 
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won 
A playoff seriesBut Billygoat yaks to MrsO’Leary’s 
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.

In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.

Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near 
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer 
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.


Poem Details | by Davor Miljkovic |
Categories: baseball, deep, life, lost love, people, self, wisdom,

The walking dead

Rushing to nowhere
The dead are lowest on time
For eternity
Self-condemned to walk empty
Though life works differently


Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: baseball, emotions, kiss, love, passion,

THEN AND THEN


         THEN AND THEN
                                  On first romantic date,
                                  At river-side I met                   
                                  alone with my soulmate,
                                  when Sun was about to set
          And then?
                                The Sky displayed twilight,
                                  dispersing hues, faint, bright.
                                  Breeze touched us in delight.
                                  Evening tried to merge night.
         And then?
                          We leaned on tree at strand,
                          Both of us hand in hand.
                           In silence, we had to stand.
                           Chirping birds sent errand.
     
             And then?
                               Charming crescent Moon rose.
                               He glanced, smiled, came close,
                                offered a posy of rose.
                                I took and stood on toes.
              And then?
                                 Amazing ambient.
                                 Time paused for a moment.
                                 Posy of rose sent scent.
                                 He took me in arms and bent.
               And then?
                                  My desires were fulfilled
                                  With arrow of cupid I was killed.
                                 He kissed me, I was thrilled.
                                 Passionate love was sealed   
04/23/17
        'Choose Tour Topic' Contest by Russell Sivey 
Topic  A:  Love and Romance             


Poem Details | by Jo Bien |
Categories: imagination, introspection

love as it relates to baseball

I stand on the plate with the sun in my eyes
the pitcher is ready, a fastball he flies
I swing just as hard as I possibly can
love says "strike one" as I try it again

I choke up on the bat, pull down on my bill
nodding my head, a new pitcher on the hill
it hurls past my chest, just missing my heart
love says "ball one" as the clock again starts

it's the seventh inning stretch, I need the relief
I brush off the dust, no way will I retreat
the coach saunters over, giving a pep talk
as the lines are redrawn on the infield with chalk

the board shows each tally, each inning not close
no intervention from heaven or its holy hosts
and I shut the book on yet, another losing season
I'll still play the game with faith in the reasons


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, passion, love,

KIDS AND BASEBALL

the love the parks
and play hard
they love the swings
its there thing
too
of that there love brings
is field with a wall
KIDS AND BASE BALL


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, birth, birthday, blessing,

B13-POEM 44 YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE

POEM 44 YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE




YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE THAT COME FROM MY HEART TO YOURS FOR LIFE

OUR HEART IS FULL OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER THAT SHINE WITH EACH PASSING DAY

OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IS FOR A LIFE TIME OF LOVE & JPOY, PEACE & HAPPINESS

OUR TRUE FEELING FOR EACH OTHER COMES FORM OUR HEART AS ONE







BY:MRJERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR


Poem Details | by Karen Cleaver-Bascombe |
Categories: baseball, boyfriend, break up, deep, lost love, relationship, sad love,

Pour Tu Amour

So here I am again
Waiting on a deadly train
Facing raw elements freezing rain 
Storming in heart and brain 
I want time to go away
And blackness to soothe
I wish I could hit replay
And erase the memory of the day
We met,
Pray let me forget
You wrecked my heart and soul in vain 
Going round and round in circles
Dropping crumbs to be found
Going in going out
Of sanity and of doubt
You talk about your death
And where I'd find your will
I may not survive you
Leave it on the window cill
I'm hiding in the dark
In the dungeons in my mind
Safer there from all the demons
in you I find
Not even the bairns 
Have refuge from your rage
You crushed us all
With your iron boot
For intrigue on your stage.


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: baseball, basketball, beautiful, bible, birthday, black african american, blessing,

B13-POEM 2 THE LOVE

POEM 2 THE LOVE 



WE WAS SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER THAT WE JUST OUT OF REACH

EVERY WAKING MOMENT THAT WE ARE TOGETHER THE LOVE FOR EACH OTHER 

WE HAVE IS MOST WONDERFUL & JOYFUL TO ONE ANOTHER

EVEN WHEN WE KISS IT LAST SO LONG I CAN NOT FOR GET IT CASUE IT IS SO SWEET





BY: MRJERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 

AUTHOR


Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: africa, america, animal, art, baby, baseball,

Love Is Calling

Love Is Calling

I heard God call late one eve
 (There's love for you if you walk my way )
 I ignored the warning, but continued to pray
 Slowly I began to change my wordly disarray
 (Because God first loved me I maintain and stay safe )

 I joined the local church after a member led the way
 defiance, resistance and temptation swayed my initial attempt at faithfulness...
 After increased knowledge understanding sunk in
 Hallelujah ! There's a place for me in God's holy land.

 bible verses are armor against my evidence of sin
 I grabbed ahold of the word to ruin the devil's evil plan
 My faith has grown, my heart is known.
 I see myself as God sees me

 The sowing of seed the assignment God reads
 building righteous relationships through fellowship
 The medium of prayer and worship brings deliverance
 Joy gives strength to the weak

 so when God calls don't harden your heart
 There's so much peace in the presence of God's abundance...
 Love...


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: addiction, age, appreciation, baby, baseball, basketball, beauty,

B31-POEM 4 I LOVE YOU

POEM 4 I LOVE YOU 



I LOVE YOU I TOLD YOU HOW I CARE ABOUT YOU

I LOVE YOU I TOLD YOU THE REASON WHY I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU I TOLD HOW I FEEL FOR YOU IT IS TRUE

I LOVE YOU IN EVERY WAT THERE IS TO LOVE A PERSON






MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 





PLEASE REPLY TO EMAIL: 
JERRYWELLS85@YAHOO.COM



Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty,

B25-POEM 30 I LOVE YOU

POEM 30 I LOVE YOU 



MY FEELING MEANS I LOVE YOU 

I LOVE YOU STANDS FOR WHAT I BELIEVE IN YOU

I LOVE YOU WITH EIGHT IS WHAST I SEE & FEEL

I LOVE YOU CAN'T YOU SEE YOUR THE ONLY ONE FOR ME

I LOVE YOU THREE WORDS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY





MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: angel, anxiety, appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, beauty,

B25-POEM 41 I LOVE YOU

POEM 41 I LOVE YOU 



I LOVE YOU BABY MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW

I LOVE YOU; YOU ARE MY ONE & ONLY; YOU MAKE ME FEEL WARM & SAFE

I LOVE YOU; YOU ARE MY WORLD; YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SMILING

I LOVE YOU; YOU MAKE ME FEEL SECURED




MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Poem Details | by Jonah Okpabi |
Categories: angel, autumn, baseball,

DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET

DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET
by Jonah Okpabi
.
Do not fall in love with a Poet
Poets are poor
Their pockets are empty
Above all they are liars
They tell you words with a different meaning
They tell you that you are beautiful when you know that you are ugly
Sometimes they call you a beautiful beast
So my dear friend
Do not fall in love with a Poet
.
Poets are so emotional
They pour out their tears on a piece of paper
They can find different meanings to every word you say
Above all
Poets are liars
They can smile when they are sad
They can weep when they are happy
They can sing a love song when their hearts are broken
You cannot know when a Poet is hungry
You do not know when his pocket is empty
So my dear friend
Do not fall in love with a Poet
.
Some people think Poets are beggars
Cause they can wear one cloth all year round
Some can stay days without food
So my dear friend
Do not fall in love with a Poet
.
Poets can abandon the fine scenery and the magnificent edifice of the city
for an obscure environment
Some choose to live on a mountain
Some in a cave
Some in the garden
Some in the thickest part of the forest
Some at the waterfront and spend hours starring at the tide
Some gaze at the flying birds without saying a word
While some want to stay in the world all alone
So my dear friend
Do not fall in love with a Poet
.
Poets do not love what everyone loves
They find beauty in useless things
Above all Poets are poor
Yes they make you believe they are poor
But they don't want to believe that they are liars
You can demand money from a Poet
and he will write you some cryptic words
So my dear friend
Do not fall in love with a Poet
.
There are Poets and there are Poets
Some with long hairs and some gone bald
Some with long beards while some are beardless
So my dear friend
If you must fall in love with a Poet
Think of the above
I am a Poet
...
(C) Jonah Okpabi
22/12/2017