Poet Termination DeTermination Resignation
Part Three
Whom art
this poet to fear,
as an American Vietnam War
DD214 Veteran
After reading thy verse,
thee dost naught ask
to fallow follow
but to Lead
America upon Your open
unique mind creative insight
sought Independence
For dye be
naught Pied Piper Poet
preying this mesmerizing
hypnotic tune
But upon crossing paths
for awhile to send thee
upon your owned journey.
We are being told
what to Conservative teach,
how to think
as cloned serfs
Mon Amie GOD
gave us writing wings
fluttering adrift
Liberating flight minds
America was never meant
to follow Politician Mortician
Pied Piper Masters
That teachers, professors,
philosophers, free thinkers
open up diverse dialogs
To let students,
subjects choose their
Own path of convergence
mid fruition.
Back pain
trips to bathroom,
do let one know thy name
may be Young at heart
Birth,
but dye yellow daze haze
amid rainbow halo lights
blur thy Knight vision
That Alabama 95 degree
heat exhaustion does in,
75 year old Poet
Ole Veteran
Drip drop ping
Ben Franklin doppelganger
pore sweat soaking
drenched clothes
Where 15 minutes one
gets Alabama drowned
Resignation rhyme concessions.
Where does one stage
Resignation in sorting outside
Alabama Hot Tide weather
Need to buy 2 room
poet vault bungalow
to put processions in
for sorting lifetime
Livelong trash,
too precious to throw away,
or to pass onto another
sort of dreamer
While outside one deals
with storming reign
mid watercolor tear torn
window stains
Bare dire pitfalls
pleadings to no avail,
whence one must
declutter storage by thyself,
But alas,
Bard has to realize,
they are no
Pied Piper Billionaire,
pleading for little help
But Pauper Poet falling
a part a lone some,
solitary in sole,
stepping solemn Recognition
That “Thank You
For Your Service”
be façade mirage
to keep still Veterans,
or suffer wrath
Groans moans
ditty dizzy spell
stumbling around clearing
bearing forlorn
solemn Resignation
This Poet Vietnam
War Veteran American
Dreamer needs to buy
2 room trash
home bungalows.
HeArtMosphere Poet
Poet Termination DeTermination Resignation
Part Three
Whom art this poet to fear, as an American Vietnam War DD214 Veteran
After reading thy verse, thee dost naught ask to fallow follow but to Lead
America upon Your open unique mind creative insight sought Independence
For dye be naught Pied Piper Poet preying this mesmerizing hypnotic tune
But upon crossing paths for awhile to send thee upon your owned journey.
We are being told what to Conservative teach, how to think as cloned serfs
Mon Amie GOD gave us writing wings fluttering adrift Liberating flight minds
America was never meant to follow Politician Mortician Pied Piper Masters
That teachers, professors, philosophers, free thinkers open up diverse dialogs
To let students, subjects choose their Own path of convergence mid fruition.
Back pain trips to bathroom, do let one know thy name may be Young at heart
Birth, but dye yellow daze haze amid rainbow halo lights blur thy Knight vision
That Alabama 95 degree heat exhaustion does in, 75 year old Poet Ole Veteran
Drip drop ping Ben Franklin doppelganger pore sweat soaking drenched clothes
Where 15 minutes one gets Alabama drowned Resignation rhyme concessions.
Where does one stage Resignation in sorting outside Alabama Hot Tide weather
Need to buy 2 room poet vault bungalow to put processions in for sorting lifetime
Livelong trash, too precious to throw away, and to pass onto another sort of dreamer
While outside one deals with storming reign mid watercolor tear torn window stains
Bare dire pitfalls pleadings to no avail, whence one must declutter storage by thyself,
But alas, Bard has to realize, they are no Pied Piper Billionaire, pleading for little help
But Pauper Poet falling a part a lone some, solitary in sole, stepping solemn Recognition
That “Thank You For Your Service” be façade mirage to keep still Veterans, or suffer wrath
Groans moans ditty dizzy spell stumbling around clearing bearing forlorn solemn Resignation
This Poet Vietnam War Veteran American Dreamer needs to buy 2 room trash home bungalows.
HeArtMosphere Poet
Love ya!
Jane