Oh,
They make me mad- people: known/ unknown;
They make me sad- wiliness / ego;
They’re after money’s comfort on earth!
Sense/ common-sense are things that’re a dearth.
Oh,
They know how poets suffer in life!
They know how poets land in strife!
They stay unmoved/ inert- spouse or wife:
They wound my heart as if with a knife.
Oh,
How I wish I should be, never me!
How I wish I were akin to them;
Yet, I can’t simply: I’m thus destined;
Bards to Poesy must always bind.
Oh,
This isn’t something that pays at once;
This isn’t something that gives returns;
Poets seek the truth without/ within;
And Truth is God: God abhors just sin!
Oh,
Being like them is not the thing right;
The destiny of world, poets fight;
Bards cannot be dishonest, may be;
Their minds are fixed to Eternity.
Oh,
If they change, could they God realize?
Good Bards want to be always soul-wise;
And like a phoenix die, to arise;
And show the world to be heav’nly-wise!
Oh,
I can’t be taken for an easy ride;
I can’t my emotions/ passions hide;
I can’t live on with ego and pride;
My thoughts to be right, God helps decide.
Oh,
The superfluous from the deep;
Virtual/ surreal from real;
Transient from the permanent;
God help me to know and soul to keep.
Oh,
A Poet is a bruised reed!
His works are immortal indeed;
His heart of love is his one creed;
His mind wants peace and never greed!
A Bard’s a bruised reed!.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-12-2004