My ABCz


After so much time,
Building a poetry profile,
Chances are I’ve written enough,
Done my fair share worthwhile,
Even when times were tough,
For a novice to write,
Gives a sense of pride,
Helping create my highlights,
Impressing those where I bide,
Just the thought of a challenge,
Keeps me writing all night,
Like an eagle with talons,
Makes me want to take flight,
No-one said it’d be easy,
Only that it’d be fun,
Playing with words like breezy,
Quenches me when I’m done,
Right when I wan’t to stop,
Seems to be the perfect time to start,
To write something that pops,
Until the sky is dark,
Verging on the redundant,
With the chance of being bad,
Xerographically showing what is abundant,
Yearning to make you glad,
Zooming me forward.

A Poet Without Their Pen


A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
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A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.