Can you make your poem sing, when the lyrics start,
With a song from the soul and a beat from the heart,
Can you make poetry laugh and make it cry?
Can you make a poem dance can you make it fly?

Poetry comes from our inner plantation
It gathers hope and desires over the nation.
It makes love and hate and gives in to temptation.
It pushes sorrow and hurt with our aggravation.

You write about feelings you've had for a while.
It's all about you and your life long trial.
How you were hurt and it ticked your pride,
Wanting to get out the crunch that's inside.

Can we not write about unusual things
About hero's or thunder, about a dog that sings?
Can we not write about angels above
Or remembering others we dearly love.

How about an ocean, or mountains, a desert, a sun,
Soldiers at war, one on the run.
What more can I say, "this poem is done."


MF 6/6/09  (all rights reserved)