Imagination of Ones Image
Wise as an aging oak tree.
The things I saw the thing I see.
Moving fast like a raging set of wheels.
Not as heavy as the thickest steel.
Strong, thick headed like a bull.
Sure of what I want and I'll get it til I'm full.
Nice as the sweetest old man.
Young and swing with a heavy hand.
These are things I think of me.
Read this close your eyes and tell me what you see.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Peace of Mind | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Heat | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Imagination of Ones Image | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
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