Poets Of Integrity
What are poets but pure Independent spirits.
They do not follow as meek subservient lambs,
But lead with words inside sword point potentials,
Not for warfare, but for the welfare of the masses.
A poet is a Declaration of Independence stand,
Wherein each poet stands tall with a unique persona
Poets of stature standing elevated as fortitude statues
Like the Statue of Liberty holding the Flame of Truth.
Each poet is a page that torques uni-que vocabulary
That twists down terse trails in intertwining meanings
Branching beyond the trunk to never truncate leaves
Into pruned conformed programmed predemined edges
Poets are the wild wind adrift unshackled minds
Cerebral currents that swirls - twirls writing the sky lights.
They peer beyond limitation to seer with intuitive insight
Spreading wings that pages the rhyme in sailing free verse.
Poetry is not singularity master pieces, in follow the leaders.
Each poet must be troubadour histrionic theater stage sages.
Profound Philosopher Poets who explorer the Uni-Verse of man
Sharing the heart of woman upon the womb of cradled humanity.
Poets Of Integrity never clone the earth, as political serf servants.
Poets Of Integrity are never spokespeople for Conglomerate Goliaths.
Poets Of Integrity have talons in Eagle’s power adrift Freedom’s flight.
Poets Of Integrity are frank, declaring they are N.U.T.S. sentinel guardians.
Poets Of Integrity - Never Under Tyranny Surrender – Democracy.
Poets Of Integrity are not part of the Clinton, Bush, Putin dy-nasty click.
Poets Of Integrity are not GE whiz Monsanto Halliburton primo donnas.
Poets of Integrity are - Somewhere in America, not on company time.
Poets Of Integrity are sometimes Terminated for Poetry in America.
Poets of Integrity is you, in I, as “We the Poets” must have Integrity.
Note: Do not follow me, but lead me onto those trails that explore the wilderness adrift Free Verse flow verses of Poetry.
David Lester Young 04/17/16
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