To Spread Ones Wings and Fly
Sometimes I've stopped and wondered
As I write from day to day
To spread ones wings and fly
And let the anew have their say
There are so many horizons
In the distance of our lives
To spread ones wings and fly
Where new writing newly strives
Audiences abound our globe
Where fresh learnings can be found
To spread ones wings and fly
Maybe there's a common ground
Topics to capture young thoughts
Like fantasy and the dark
To spread ones wings and fly
It would be churlish not to be a part
To write and grow with tomorrows kind
Is to enjoy the enriching road
To spread ones wings and fly
And settle into a new abode
Writers and poets so
Are to be read, and to aim for print
To spread ones wings and fly
And capture the readers glint
Sometimes I've stopped and wondered
More so, very recently
To spread ones wings and fly
And to find where ones writings to be
Pejorative
Derogatory, derisive and contemptuous are synonymous with this word
It means about certain words that should never have been heard
Some were invented recently, and some so long ago
On the day they were first written, in an already language that flowed
Terms such as Quaker, Tory and Yankee
At first were condemned, we now appear to thank thee
Some are still considered pejorative, whilst others appear in reflection
Cripple, redneck and many others, if not a group member is the question
Sometimes a term may begin, and be accepted through the years
And eventually be adopted in a non-pejorative sense than smear
Derogatory, derisive and contemptuous are synonymous with this word
Whilst many are used beyond, lack of grammar is their absurd
Liberty to Write
We live in a modern world, where liberty is readily found
When ones writing should be shared, not driven underground
Co-writes, even collaborations, two thoughts to join as one
Some are frowned upon, before they have begun
These traits that lie among us, I care not for what they are
They serve no other purpose, it's jealousy gone too far
This applies to whoever, out there in the living world
Let poets write their writes, for they have to be read and heard
If it's something you can't comprehend, get you heads back in the sand
For quills will turn into arrows, by literal command
Words Journey
Words are in us
They reverberate with voice
It's in us to use them
And determine their choice
In us we construct
And use them with craft
Intermingle these words
Allows us to float on their raft
To where these words take us
These words only know
For we write their destiny
Whilst we watch these words flow
In all us we desire
That our words touch reading souls
For our craft has finally landed
A writers wanting goal
Collusion to Cartel
I'm no mathematician
But I can do the sums
It's collusion to cartel
By devious literary ones
This was brought to my attention
By a person so clever can be
It all added up when counted
It came as no surprise to me
There must have been discussions
To determine their road to writes
To be leaders of their community
Collusion to cartel, ain't right
This pathetic desire to win
Patting each other on the back
Where's the fairness in this
For this, this two do lack
I finish of this quatrain
Disgusted at what I have been told
Under their fellow poets noses
These two in literary cold
Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Screaming
As I delve into an abyss of literary words
Am I in a crazy world of confusional absurd
All I appear to do is to drift from rule to rule
Am I stubbornly blind or an idiotic fool
Whilst all around me flourishes, allegedly so
Is the holding hands of others in peripheral poetry grow
Sometimes what we cannot see, is right before our eyes
It's the faithful that carry the light, as others darken our skies
To be drawn from this darkness is a duty to serve ourselves
I'd rather be myself, than be born from a different shelf