Away back when poetry began long ago
It was told read and written how they talk
Different accents of whom they were then
Of love war life most gone like wiping chalk

There was no academic come grammer then
The voice of the soul using its owner to tell
Of feelings situations life as seen upon the day
Often over a pint of *** where thus poets dwell

It was back then seductive destructive constructive
Imagination allowed to express its freedom when
And today in many a way they try likewise to play
But real once poetry never to be heard of ag'en

Many from souls dressed in rags luggagage in bags
Who within knew romance dispite the hardships true
How they'd entertain to many knowing of pain
And thus having them see one day hope was due

And so good to know how it once would thus flow
It healed and had many look further up the track
It was a powerful thing how their words would sing
Never quitting in any way or looking back

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018