Twas A Home

Twas A Home, Sweet Home

Surrounded by flowing fragrant floral beds,

Adrift pristine peaceful enlightenment thread,

Weaving fresh flair notes amid harmony spread,

Alight pure Uni-Verse of lucid Poetry, being read.

Twas A Home, Divine Home

Sharing full flock of singing songbird sounds,

Wherein fluttering butterflies do surround.

Soft swaying spry wild flowers spring bound,

Amongst meadow streams, that dew astound.

Twas A Home, Tranquil Home

When the HeArt’s verse, alliterates alight terse,

To feel core composition depth inside composite sense,

To Be Rooted, with cerebral might, sprouting forth tense.

Poet Tree buds dew blossom self-worth tranquility, whence.

Twas A Home, HeArtMosphere Home

Nail fingers to the skeleton keys within living word spore spheres,

Rail within sentence purpose, write a human beat existence atmosphere.

Wail birthright inheritance within a universal understanding ArtMoSphere,

Wassail a toast to self-enlightenment attaining the pinnacle HeArtMosphere.

Twas A Dream, Fantasy Home

Glee of youth riding white stallion’s tall tales as a young Camelot Knight.

Alas, one graduates into a Draft reality of war wraith wrath nightmares.

For in Forever and More, thy American Dream. To Be broken naught-mares,

Being trump thump by Bully Caesars, who destroy in Iron Fists, future prayers.

RIP In Pieces, Twas the TAPS Hurricane Rhyme that blew away a Poet’s youth.