Poems that ought
Poetry that thought thus spoke
Figures of imagination, a stoicism wrought
For the times are a sweet tune, that looked and provoked

Anarchy in the mind, to form the words
Still overtures of truth in a rhyme
To dazzle the contempt, the about of vanity heard
Gestures so certain, the tale of wishes line for line

Human decency
To garner one more flower of advents kind
Right and riddle, the measure we sit
And reflect, the upon of subtler times

To wonder, is a wish ever more than a gift to another, when meant?
Aspire for down and about benign, the cares of a liberal need
To set to paper, the count and the majesty of patience's relent
Welcoming a new eye, a new ear, to a table of justice's heed