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*Dedicated to dr. B. Dixon, Ph.P (Philosopiae Poeta).* You, Poet, define yourself as a "'Meat and Potatoes' -kinda guy." We were speaking of food But I see that you eat With your writing-hand. You, Poet, write like a Quitting smoker That stands with his very last Smoke in his mouth -lighter In hand. Frozen; carving a statue Of the moment. For himself. From himself. For all to see. You, Poet, are the wind thrusting Confidence from under the wings of Angels, down to assist the Flapping of little, pen wielding Ducklings at take-off. You are a devil of a gentleman; an Arms open welcomer In this realm of written renderings. You, Poet, are an agent of king Poem Himself. As convincing and encouraging as a .357 barrel imprint on your forehead To remind yourself to keep writing *-Just always keep writing; just Write.* If you guarded the Gates of Hell, You'd still give good meaning to Words like 'Warm Welcome'... You, Friend, make poets feel Like the true Rock Stars of the Universe That they all Truly Are.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
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*Dedicated to dr. B. Dixon, Ph.P (Philosopiae Poeta).* You, Poet, define yourself as a "'Meat and Potatoes' -kinda guy." We were speaking of food But I see that you eat With your writing-hand. You, Poet, write like a Quitting smoker That stands with his very last Smoke in his mouth -lighter In hand. Frozen; carving a statue Of the moment. For himself. From himself. For all to see. You, Poet, are the wind thrusting Confidence from under the wings of Angels, down to assist the Flapping of little, pen wielding Ducklings at take-off. You are a devil of a gentleman; an Arms open welcomer In this realm of written renderings. You, Poet, are an agent of king Poem Himself. As convincing and encouraging as a .357 barrel imprint on your forehead To remind yourself to keep writing *-Just always keep writing; just Write.* If you guarded the Gates of Hell, You'd still give good meaning to Words like 'Warm Welcome'... You, Friend, make poets feel Like the true Rock Stars of the Universe That they all Truly Are.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
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