if i the Poet

if i the Poet

i the Poet

declare my words

to be null and void

Please do not become annoyed

with what i am about to say

this day

if i the Poet

speak not words of Life

to alleviate your strife

then i must ask

why do i undertake this task

if my words

offer you no solace

from the day to day embrace

of your anguish

and the language

of indifference

i ask

have my words

made a difference

there are Poems

that dislace our lives

from that place

of the shuck and jives

and the cruel pokes

in the sides

of our suffering

there are poems

that provide a buffering

to this pain

of this inane plane

we call reality

there are poems

that offer contextual surrealities

where we may escape

all good

for i am trying

to get away my self

most times

from my self

and all the drama

i allow

accept

create

and dream of

there are poems of love

and the smiles

of little children

i think they are all beautiful

for that Poet

has been dutiful

with their pen

again and again

there are poems of light

that enlighten us

to believe

there is something grand

and there are poems

that help us understand

the complexities

of our humanity

and the line of insanity

that threatens us all

there are poems of joy

and entertainment

that allows us out

of our containment

of the doldrum

ho hum

of our boredoms

i celebrate all the poets

and their attempt

to breathe life

into the words

they exact

and as a matter of fact

even if you are not a poet

i celebrate you

in all you do

in living

and giving

and as i was saying

if my words are dead

they are just words

from my head

and they sink like lead

for they have not fed

anything meaningful

so let me say this

for my own edification

my own education

to my own elation

and supplications

if i the Poet

breath not life

into my words

to enhance you

then i the Poet

declare my words

to be dead

(c) 4 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.