When two poets put their heads together
And pull out their pens to write
There’s no way to know the direction they’ll go
When it comes to the rhythm and rhyme
They could write about a simple theme
Or a deep one that makes you think
Their words might make you beam
Or take you to sorrow’s brink
Whatever they decide to confide
In this melding of the minds
It’s sure to indeed make you think
Or at least bring you closer to the light
When their words roll into sentences
You’ll be carried along on a magical tide
And surely when the end arrives
You’ll be glad you came along for the ride
By Mike Hauser and Mfena Ortswen
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
When two poets put their heads together
And pull out their pens to write
There’s no way to know the direction they’ll go
When it comes to the rhythm and rhyme
They could write about a simple theme
Or a deep one that makes you think
Their words might make you beam
Or take you to sorrow’s brink
Whatever they decide to confide
In this melding of the minds
It’s sure to indeed make you think
Or at least bring you closer to the light
When their words roll into sentences
You’ll be carried along on a magical tide
And surely when the end arrives
You’ll be glad you came along for the ride
By Mike Hauser and Mfena Ortswen
