Open your hearts
The Hudson River curtain is your endured soul
Voices a wait and behold
I visited a Poet’s Paradise
One thinks, and could be more than twice
Words alone but nothing but inspiration adding to the spice
I am your guide
Our journey is Governors Island, a place where Poets voices will preside
It’s dramatics and beyond breathing expectations will be the stride
It was the New York City Poetry Festival
Several voices being their own words
I will give you a sample of what I heard
My life seemed endless
Having no meaning I thought
Perhaps beyond my own intellect
But was I losing my mind above all
There was a message being the call
Be who you are and nobody else
I am that image and it surrounds self
Strive while you have time to be alive
Moments can be short
Yes negative things you must abort
Yet life has its wonders
Sometimes a wake up yond into Yonders
But its what one contributes to make life more meaningful
The ability to create
However, a time not being too late
I know I have fulfilled when I am invited in through the Heaven’s Gates
Well that was my own personal poem insertion that I just wanted to illustrate.