Say Nay Say Yeah

Dye words
dew wilt away
cellular gray decomposing
Molded to bond long ago
black mold spores fill today
Virgin white
long been -
page tarnished
yellow varnish
Say Nay
Say Nay
Sir Thomas Wyatt
amid headstone’s echo.

Head tilt down
to feather dost pillow’s
hemisphere lobe temples
Womb cradled
I to eye
asunder slumber
thy sensual Poet Paradise
Unfurls temporal folds
second to minute
dew melt quicksand quagmire
Say Yeah
Say Yeah
Sir Thomas Wyatt
do plead -
reincarnate Poet dreams.

Some say Poets
died off long ago
right vanquished by
Political Morticians
Whence henceforth
pompous frigid despots
do trump HeART’s creativity
Sentinels Poets have long been
the Sword of Words-Worth
Truth Guardians
Say Nay
Say Nay
 it is not so
Camelot Dream bee bullet gone -
assassinated.

Knead thee knees sowing
poet prayers pleat pleadings
amidst cheeks sorrows
Poet let thy moist tears
fall to fallow earth
as Poetry pyre dearth -
rich compost
Germinating another
reincarnation of Say Nay
Sir Thomas Wyatt generations
Say Yeah
Say Yeah -
it is so.
Words-Worth Be Coming
~
World-Wide Poet’s Buzzing Coming.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Say Nay Say Yeah

Dye words, dew wilt away, cellular gray decomposing
Molded to bond long ago, black mold spores fill today
Virgin white, long been - page tarnished yellow varnish
Say Nay, Say Nay, Sir Thomas Wyatt, amid headstone’s echo.

Head tilt down, to feather dost pillow’s hemisphere lobe temples
Womb cradled, I to eye, asunder slumber, thy sensual Poet Paradise
Unfurls temporal folds, second to minute, dew melt quicksand quagmire
Say Yeah, Say Yeah, Sir Thomas Wyatt, do plead - reincarnate Poet dreams.

Some say Poets died off long ago, right vanquished by Political Morticians
Whence henceforth, pompous frigid despots, do trump HeART’s creativity
Sentinels Poets have long been the Sword of Words-Worth Truth Guardians
Say Nay, Say Nay it is not so, Camelot Dream bee bullet gone - assassinated.

Knead thee knees sowing poet prayers pleat pleadings amidst cheeks sorrows
Poet let thy moist tears, fall to fallow earth, as Poetry pyre dearth - rich compost
Germinating another reincarnation of Say Nay, Sir Thomas Wyatt generations
Say Yeah, Say Yeah - it is so.
Words-Worth Be Coming ~ World-Wide Poet’s Buzzing Coming.

HeArtMosphere Poet