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You can chop the head off a snake and still be poisoned by its fangs
The lifeless body of a wasp with its motionless wings can still sting
A dead heart can still burn and love still dance in its flame
And in the silence of the ghost of its echo I can still feel your name
Wondering what I should write
and floundering in my own confusion
I thought – why not write about poems
that set me thinking what poems are
A poem could be anything.......!
at best, distilled thoughts put into rhyme
or a moment caught in time
a window glimpse into the world
an engrossing passion’s ardent curl
a snap shot of scenes from Nature- wild
or a slice of life, birth or death
      
sometimes it could be a yearning  
or an image long hung on a pole
a thought turned inside out
or the emptying of a mind about to spill
it could be the liberation of a fancy,
for long held in thralldom
a gnawing pain, long suppressed
or a secret, never divulged
      
As I pondered over the subjects’ enormity
and a poem’s vast scope,
I asked myself- ‘Why hesitate?’
soon I felt a stir inside,
my thoughts broke loose
a terrible block lifted off my head
my silence became audible
I embroidered these thoughts
into the pattern of a poem

Here it is before you, have a look at it
Will it annoy you or will you enjoy!
Recently I have been running short of subjects to write a poem. The writer's block weighs me down. Reading the beautiful poems of my friends here, I long to write something. Finally I thought I should write a poem on a Poem
 May 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Traveler
(Warning)

Some of my best writings
Were written while
Squeezing one off
I never suffer
From constipation
Or writer's block

Sometimes
When I'm alone
I feel a strange desire
Thinking about
Something you said
That set my soul on fire


Some of my thoughts
I will never share
Deeper than madness
Lost in despair
Where there's
Too much info
To disclose
Beyond my simple
Bowel movement
Prose...
Traveler Tim
Dare to dream in a world that is for success to be defined by levels and ranking and age, gender, city limits and unnecessary paperwork.
Sometimes this world is just too much to take
So it should be easy for you to see my mistake
Now I'm finally at peace
So my soul I shall release.
If you understand, I'm sorry. Stay strong dear friend. I'm tired..
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Jim Davis
Sad in heart
Poets should keep
Laughter still
Between lines

©  2017 Jim Davis
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