WHAT A POEM SHOULD BE

A
        Poem
               Should
Be
             Devoid
                  Of sentiments
            Should be
                   Dark as the Night
Or
                Clear as the day,
          *A
      Poem
            Should speak
Attention
And
        Not seek attention
             Should be
           Bright as the culminating cloud
Or
           Dark as the emanating nights
A
        Poem should not seek, but speak
Should be
              Free as the Moon moves the earth
       A
           Poem should
Be
         Free, but not stale
     Should be
            True, but not forced
A Poem
       Should not seek,
          But speak
Should
Be
    Vast as Rainfall
And yet
       Calm as Dew falls
A
                      Poem
Could be
        Violent,
But mean no harm,
Could be hateful,
          But mean no hate
    A
          poem
Should
      Be bright as SUNSHINE,
Should be
           Vast as Rainfall,
      Yet
         Calm as Dew falls
A Poem
     Should not seek attention
But
     Speak attention!!

Should be
        Vast as
               Rainfall

                     *Should
                          Be
    Vast
       As
            Rainfalls

Entwining body and soul and mind,
Baring flesh to flesh
Soul to soul
Clinging and holding
Joining together as one
And becoming inseparable
In a moment of never ending bliss

FOR SYDRIVERS

There is one Poet I have grown to Like so much
He's special in a million ways
I sit and look through my window pane
As the rain hits the pane.
Kissing and licking the earth,
His Poetry Sends me Lullabies of fantasies
His words calm and solemn
I admire his style
He's Vast and enormous
And So
I cling
Clinging to my window
Reading his poems
As I write mine and send it into the air
As it trails everywhere
And finds him
Finds him in a City
Called
Hello Poetry
In that City
Too many poets abound
Intertwining
Frolicking
Perusing
Meandering
And as I walked along the street
Of the City of Hello Poetry
I met a Stranger
And Will always read his poems
For between his poems
There is a space
A space devoid of questions, but just solace
And here I am again
Sending this into the air
Ad it trails the city of hello poetry
To a place where no one else could be
But
SydRivers

This is for Sydrivers,
My Hello Poetry Friend