The whole art of versification,
the whole psychology of poetic rhythm,
the play's along with time.
Life is the volume of a poetic manual
poetic Rhythm that plays in the heart and mind
Various trials have been played in a lifetime.
The poetic heart makes a spark to
write his poetic lines of Rhythm for the world to read
To express where poetic life has been.
I am poetic at heart
with a deep poetic spark of the dark,
sometimes I write when my heart was made to bleed.
It's like my poetic music to my soul,
only a poetic would know what my heart has to hold,
I speak out in poetic Rhythm of my blues,
like a nasty Flu lost without You.
I'm outside looking at a theme
somehow it got me thinking about you,
I'm sitting, thinking, breathing
with an Ink pen in my hand
I sip at the life of the could bees of my dreams.
What a nightmare my poetic heart scream,
I must write it down in silk Ink
I could get up and walk away from my pains
But then I would lose the Rhyme of the time
of things, I could say about my poetic heartbreak.
So I sit down and cry my poetic lines
But it is like chasing dreams,
Shadows of a past that keep hunting at me,
I am a Poet at heart and soul,
Beaten down as I go,
I am not Rich, yet I am Poor,
I don't look into someones else dreams,
I've lived my own sometimes without a home,
I lost yet I have won in the long run
Because every line I write will last a lifetime.

Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery