Being a poet
And what is a poet?
-can compare to a bird!
-doesn’t like to be caged,
-has wings and has feather
-takes off, soars into air
-expanding the vision
-see the world underneath
-and selects direction.
-Decides on form and shape
-by body, legs and tail…
Poets’ hearts are too large
-in them oceans, skies
-galaxies reflected
-in mirrors on corners
-wavy, calm, frozen
-and boiling, if needed.
Miracles are made by
-simple-living-poets.
-Some living with/on drugs
-to cover hunger for
-food, love and, the people.
A poet is a bird
-always is escaping
-prisons and cages
-of the faith, any bar
-named: “social-cultural
-royalty; not moral! “
Poets fight, have fought
-with cruel on throne
-enforcing bullying
-as laws and statutes…
I, too, am a poet,
-a single, old poet
-restrained in a cage!
-I look, seek freedom
-but wings are broken…
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