From A Living Poet |
| by Todd-Michael St. Pierre |
I Aim to be a Lyrical- Miracle,
With real substance, yet, somewhat satirical.
A wizard of words, stirring and stewing
Soothing rainbows while storm clouds are brewing.
A mid- winter rose or a cold desert rain,
Blending smile and tear, mixing promise with pain.
I Am . . .
The moon at noon, midnight sun, mismatched socks,
I'm the self- appointed Prince of Paradox.
To delight or disgust, for sneers or applause,
To mirror my world, to stand for a cause.
I please, I provoke, I keep their hearts pounding
But not until death are poets "Astounding!"
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