You Never Wrote a Poem

 

You Never Wrote A Poem

(observation of narcissistic writers)

You never wrote a poem

Extolling sentiment

Your words always felt guilty

Never innocent

Your words were full

But full of emptiness

Hiding in a verse or rhyme

Devoid of luminescence

You never wrote a poem

That one could love

You wrote of things below

And not above

You wrote of terror

Like something to be praised

Something buried 

Waiting to be raised

Your words were lying lips

That smiled so sweet

Yet every word you wrote

Dripped with deceit

You never wrote a poem

That was believed

But when the ending finally came

The reader was relieved

Where humble poets of other sorts

Spread rhymes of mirth

No one could ever ascertain

Your rhyming's worth

Perhaps no gift but great potential

You hide behind your eyes

And you may write a lovely line

To catch us by surprise

But you've never written anything 

That to a heart rang true

It's clear you never wrote a poem

That wasn't about you.

🅒Voo Shining Stone

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Good God Almighty

 

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Imagining You

Imagining You

Is it just my imagination
Or are you really real?
Are you really holding me right now
And making me to feel....

That all my dreams might come to pass
And all my hopes come true
Are you really telling me to dream
But dream of only you?

You need not ask that question, love
For there is no one else
That can make me dream such magic things
Not even my own self.

I do not know where you came from
What star from whence you fell
What moon beam dropped you in my life
For the sun won't even tell.

One day I woke and you were here
Where you'd never been before
Walking up my garden path
And knocking on my door.

The bluebirds serenaded 
The rose expressed perfume
The buttercups stood up and danced
With the moon flower and the moon.

And the sound of music filled the air
Pianos, violins
Saxophones and guitar strings
From the hands of holy men.

I looked around to see if I
Had died and gone to Heaven
For you were an angel standing there
That my heart had surely beckoned.

But then you smiled and shook your head
No, I am real, you see
For the angels heard you when you cried
And they have dispatched me.

For I was crying, too, you  know
And longing for your love
And wondering if we'd ever meet
And they watched us from above.

It's not imagination
No matter how you feel
We may have been born in that good place
But you and I are real.

And I have come to take you to
That paradise you seek
It's in a world you may not know
For your heartsight has grown weak.

The world that lives in here, you said
And pointed to your heart
The place that love has always been
Where we've never been apart.

And now we'll abide forever there
Where none can tear asunder
And you won't have to imagine me
Or ever have to wonder.

And I gave my hand and gave my heart
To the man that came that  day
Who walked out of my hopes and dreams
And here will always stay.

Kiss of Life

©by Voo

February 18, 2019
10:49 p.m.