POET'S SKILLA Poem by Raymond FederlepoemThis life were to be newly made when you get old, On heavenly views, blessed in holy books. Can I change your thoughts, that I may change my mind? That my eyes say true, a jewel to find. A liquid prisoner in walls of glass, My offering is given to thee, poor but free. Your mirrors will show how your beauties wear, To set a feast but for the eyes. Through the painter's eyes must you see his skill, and behold a deep vermilion hue in the rose; Which eyes not yet born shall read, To be held so proper, prim and prose. By seeing farther than the Father's eyes have shown. To set to form thoughts of change The sacrifice of worded thought, A simple rhyme upon the stage. © 2019 Raymond FederleReviews
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2019 Last Updated on May 16, 2019 AuthorRaymond FederleCumberland, MDAboutI've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. .. more..Writing
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