Poet! Poem by safari mupe

Poet!



Poet!

Look at your right side,
There is a man.
He's looking every time beside,
He's got a pen.

Maybe he's a thief.
No, that's enough!

Look!
Now, he takes café and cake.
I think he's going to watch movie!
No! He's writing!
Yeah! He's strong.

Again he writes!
He's not tired, he relaxes!
What is he doing?
I don't know! Go and ask that king!

A poet is a dictionary.
With one view,
He makes words.
He's not a fox, he's a box!
He's cogs and ‘s comics!
He jokes and he's never los'!

He's the light that shows the future!
It's not depending with culture.
That's right!
He's the kind! Even the beast!

As says the expression,
"He's the fact to see the life, to live that life."
A mean to find the world.
With his distance with human.

He's an artist!
Who's inspirited by gods.
As says the grec,
"He receives disposition,
He's in front of gods
At the same time he stills human."

He can predict the future.
With his scripture, he creates cultures!
He thinks higher than he can.
If he loses, he can explain!

With his powerful rimes,
He's glamorous!
He follows some music rules,
We don't know how!

Wow!
Everything goes with music!
You have to road carefully! Be slow!
Respects the emphasis of rimes, you success!

A poet is a creator.
The one who makes works.
But with words, he becomes dictator!
He has his own kind to see the world.

He's not mad!
Even bad.
He's a bat.
Every time he makes egg!
He can fly without wings'
Peace, he can bring!

Don't worry about what he writes!
Sometimes it's for pleasure!
He likes some leisure.
To make every one laugh, he might!

Sometimes he wants only poetry!
He's a son of the country.
He can't wish you wrong, he's free!
No fee! But he's key.
For every trouble, he agree'!
It helps him to get apogee!
He speaks in degree!
I can assure, if you ask me.
He can write, if you want, about your knee!

He's like a chimpanzee
That climbs in a tree!
And he respects autobiography.

To tell your life
He combines words, sounds. Enough!
To evocate pictures
He uses rhythms.
And in that, comes sensations, emotions!

Look at your right side
The man has gone!
He was looking every time beside!
He had got a pen!

Tuesday, October 4, 2016
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