Womb Of A Poet

Womb of a Poet, lays buried, in their words.

Woven from birth, where poets set serene sails

Wherein poetic journeys, poets twist and turn.

Where in life sentences, they forever trail’s words.

In coffee houses, they brew up composition blends

Perking up view points, contemplating amend-meants.

Amid open mics the Free Verse flows as testaments

Where We can communicate universal understanding.

Birthright trial and tribulations dew incubate harmony

When poet UniQue passageways, traverse thy UniVerse.

In living, you must write, one’s sentence of existence,

For if we do not, we had no purpose, in life to fulfill.

ART not poets, Word Guardians in civil run governance?

Paupers have long been societies, social consciousness

Being the window pane amid divergent economic classes.

Focal points in open minded thinking thought processes.

Poets, will not say, please follow me, I am always RIGHT.

But say, I am LEFT, to be proven wrong, by erect Politicians.

Poet live, within their Womb of Poetry that lays buried

In every consonant vowel character that seeds this -

World of Words that must hug Universal Understanding.

We BEE poets with Mohamed Ali, WorthWorth punches.