Pass me another helping of those words  
With a dash of salt  
This one's a little too sweet for my palate ...and  
My palette of poetic phrases  
That speak to my mind
and the mind and heart of those who have
the taste and thirst for more
My palette of this colourful art
Is filled with rhyme and   rhythm.
I'll chew the words and the salt with them
For poetry is sometimes misunderstood and tasteless
to some who can only hear a basal song
And  will not say that poems are as sweet as a song
BUT poems ARE as SWEET as SONGS
Melodious sounds heard by  those who love.....poetry
And what does a poet gain?
Some joy?... Some pain?
He speaks his heart.
For what does it profit a poet?
Can he be another prophet to pour yet
Another goblet of gab ?
....Reach for the stars/ ....Dream your dreams/
Even when it seems
Far-fetched and fantastic
Bottom line is
Poetry says something different to each
And whatever is heard or felt
Are thought- tentacles reaching from the nucleus of  
the right- brain,
The right brain
the write brain
of the one called poet.
Think on that.