A Gift To You Poem by Leaking Pen

I am foremost a story teller
In the footsteps of the old gypsies
Poetry like theirs passed on to me
Through honoured oral traditions.
Let me share with you story of a boy
A boy who falls in love with poetry
The first time he witnesses
Golden daffodils adorning an English countryside
Does the above verse ring a bell?
Lineage from Wordsworth to the romantics
Bridge to the common man’s heart
Touched by the divine
And when a poet travels back in time
To where sound, smell and sight first appeared,
Or to future of the unknowns
Waiting to be discovered
Or to be harvested by casting a wider net
From the poets mind’s eye
Then poetry become strings of the lute
Breaths of enchanted woodwind’s instruments
Rock and roll electric guitars
Trumpets fanfare
Drum beats of the human heart
Then the poetry man steps up from the stage
To the universal podium and conducts
A symphonic orchestra of words
With the baton of inspiration
Then Love falls in love with love
And the family of Man is reborn
And nations define our planet earth
Not by politics or bickering but
Art from the human heart
Eternal flame of the poetry man

Wordsworth’s defining moment
Inspired by golden daffodils
Where he was in touch
With the pulse of his own time
And as he wandered among the clouds
Captured the future in poetry
And set up poetic templates
For newbies like me to trace
And follow Wordsworth’s footsteps
And as I wander among the clouds
On my way to discoveries
I cast my poetic net for my daily catch
And here it is I offer my gift to you.

See all the gazillion twinkling stars above
In universe of the infinites
Where there is no beginning and no end
It’s the new home for human souls
Departed from death leaving behind
A temporary empty shell
And no victory celebration for death.
In the universe there is plenty of room
Reserved by the divine
For each one of us to gleam
Where death does not exist
And human light is never extinguished
Instead it’s transformed to a brighter light
From where it existed before


An aging star gives up
Voluntary its existing space
For a new baby as a welcoming mat
To make it feel at home on its arrival
Like the one did before and welcomed it
Among families of the living lights
And by doing so, the aging star
Is reborn again into a greater light
In a universe that keeps expanding
To accommodate every soul
Freed from the claws of death
And in the universe a light has no limits
On its ability to shine and projects
Beyond confinements of planet earth
Where good and evil or evil and good
Interchangeably trade places
Like chance throw of the dice
By life and death constant battles
For guilt, sin and goodness
In the heavens we are born free
From guilt and sin and each light
Is intensely brighter than
Hearts of the golden daffodils,

Sept 5 2015
Copyright Leaking Pen 2015