Words

. Words are the poet's manna
    without them he cannot survive
           to paint a Shangri-La expressing Nirvana
                'tis the sweet substance which keeps him alive

 

These words are locked within his soul
     stored inside his poet's heart
               brought to surface by mind control
                                their beauty to you he must impart

 

Like fine strung pearls woven in poetic verse
        his words speak love and the nature of many truths
           without these valued gems 'tis the poet who is cursed
                              his sanctuary of treasured thoughts; his roots

 

Words to him; more precious than silver or gold
          for a poet must always write
                   to profess his beauty in words to unfold
                                  burning midnight oil ; his one true light

 

 

No! a poet does not seek fortune nor fame
     he merely wants to share with you his gentle soul
                and 'tis a sad poet who cannot pen this flame
                              and give the gift of words to guide the world 

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

It is quite rare, to be honest, that I come across what I could only describe as a rancid review. This is a beautiful piece, and I can only believe that the beauty of it - the very nature of what it expresses - could have been cause for such a barbarous handful of meaningless words offered in a review.

Even in the darkest of poems, as this or that poet dwells upon the morose and their particular malaise; there is often a glimmer of some small spark which would offer some guiding light to those who are open to it.

The particulars of this piece, strike forth both in a determined manner and yet with a soft flow that carries one along mirroring the ideals of the piece. Yes, I enjoyed this piece. No, I don't quite understand FA's review...

[Crowley]

And some days I cannot string two words together for anyone’s soul at breakfast, other days it’s just as you describe. Great work...loved it.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Crowley..so very much appreciated

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Fran.
"No! a poet does not seek fortune nor fame
he merely wants to share with you his gentle soul
and 'tis a sad poet who cannot pen this flame
and give the gift of words to guide the world"
Us people who love to write. Write to share our words and thoughts. Maybe we can save someone. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

Thanks John, so vey much..maybe we can at that..poetry can be so powerful..glad you enjoyed my poem dear friend

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome Fran.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are so right, one must always write, we have no choice...
and if we are in pain it becomes twofold if we cannot write about it...
probably to me the "mind control" is actually the muse controlling the poet's mind.

excellent piece...a poet's poem.

[Fran Marie]

yes, we write because we have to.. thanks Jacob, so much;

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I loved this whole poems so Beautiful and Elegant


These words are locked within his soul
stored inside his poet's heart
brought to surface by mind control
their beauty to you he must impart




Like fine strung pearls woven in poetic verse
his words speak love and the nature of many truths
without these valued gems 'tis the poet who is cursed
his sanctuary of treasured thoughts; his roots


Words to him; more precious than silver or gold
for a poet must always write
to profess his beauty in words to unfold
burning midnight oil ; his one true light





this a true poet Loves to write and
has no hate in his heart for many it
is hard to find a poet such as that but
there is the rare ones that are.


I had to repeat this verse loved it so much.


No! a poet does not seek fortune nor fame
he merely wants to share with you his gentle soul
and 'tis a sad poet who cannot pen this flame
and give the gift of words to guide the world



No! a poet does not seek fortune nor fame
he merely wants to share with you his gentle soul
and 'tis a sad poet who cannot pen this flame
and give the gift of words to guide the world


Thank you for this Creative and lovely poem
and thank you for your kind review and comment
you left on my page.


Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Fran Marie]

thanks Benita. so very much for stopping by and reading...much appreciated;

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome. it was a pleasure to read I love your work.
Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Marcovy Duwin]

I couldn't agree more with you. You put up a good word on this one. Liked it.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Marcovy so very much ;

[Bright Ocean Star]

Fran-Marie, this is truly a beautiful linguistic piece. It has great flow and structure, the words are striking and the metaphors true. I love the link between gold, silver, precious metals and pearls. Words are pearls of wisdom...very nice write!

[Fran Marie]

Thanks so ver much Starr..much appreciated;

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Well said, open and honest,I like the picture too.

[Fran Marie]

thanks so much;

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

This is an AMAZING PIECE!
Worthy of first place in my contest by far.
I really loved this piece, it truly does explain what a true poet is, its beautiful and very meaningful :)
Great job and congratulations!

[Fran Marie]

thanks so very much;

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

your welcome :)