"quencher" poems - Hello Poetry

0 followers? Dear New Poet: Then I'm your man, your very own Northern star, one leg up of a 3 legged stool, upon which all, we, enthroned poets, the world-over, do rule the honor you bequeath me to be, a first follower, your very own first responder, it, cannot be disdained nor diminished this instance, this birth, a novice revival, heart transplant, makes it the sweetest blessing to be the first— let us be the quencher of a desert thirst so long in the parching, the throat burning, by a desert sojourning, of a now ending forty times four hundred years so come to me! message me a message, find me a find, your poem fine, so now we vow, our embrace will ne’er be broken give me this honorific! let us together be terrific, raise our glasses, with arms entwined toasting you and all that mind and breasted chest of yours, full bursting from its future~contains, of which, its full release, brings a fuller life for us both I am a father. I am a grandfather. I am a First Follower. and a First Responder, for all who needs a leg up, so step upon my heart, it be but a first step upon a ladder with no top, no end ensighted my legs are as old as time, but, measure me not by the rings and the metered scales of gray hair aging, shock of white, a cain mark, wizard-wizened but by the muscles of my deep affection, the solemnity of this, my irrevocable promise this, the blessing we both make and earn, when you write, and while we wait, in quiet attendance - for all of your good works, your kept promises Blessed are You Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe who has given us life, sustained us until now, ***allowing, allying, and alloying*** the treader of treacherous waters, reader, writer, swimmer, to reach, meet, embrace and greet this day, this new born poem, with hallelujahs whispering and shoutings together, as one in one, of one, one

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Mar 29, 2018

Mar 29, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

0 followers? (2018)

0 followers? Dear New Poet: Then I'm your man, your very own Northern star, one leg up of a 3 legged stool, upon which all, we, enthroned poets, the world-over, do rule the honor you bequeath me to be, a first follower, your very own first responder, it, cannot be disdained nor diminished this instance, this birth, a novice revival, heart transplant, makes it the sweetest blessing to be the first— let us be the quencher of a desert thirst so long in the parching, the throat burning, by a desert sojourning, of a now ending forty times four hundred years so come to me! message me a message, find me a find, your poem fine, so now we vow, our embrace will ne’er be broken give me this honorific! let us together be terrific, raise our glasses, with arms entwined toasting you and all that mind and breasted chest of yours, full bursting from its future~contains, of which, its full release, brings a fuller life for us both I am a father. I am a grandfather. I am a First Follower. and a First Responder, for all who needs a leg up, so step upon my heart, it be but a first step upon a ladder with no top, no end ensighted my legs are as old as time, but, measure me not by the rings and the metered scales of gray hair aging, shock of white, a cain mark, wizard-wizened but by the muscles of my deep affection, the solemnity of this, my irrevocable promise this, the blessing we both make and earn, when you write, and while we wait, in quiet attendance - for all of your good works, your kept promises Blessed are You Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe who has given us life, sustained us until now, ***allowing, allying, and alloying*** the treader of treacherous waters, reader, writer, swimmer, to reach, meet, embrace and greet this day, this new born poem, with hallelujahs whispering and shoutings together, as one in one, of one, one