Listening to every heart
After a very depressing day, is it my God given right
to face an ever lingering evening, alone, into the night?
Wanting the morning to come, with no real reason why,
outside, my face is smiling, while deep inside I cry.
Well now that, at one time, was the way it was
but nevermore, and I believe it’s simply because
there is a place here, where poetical people roam
a spot where anyone’s soul may call it simply “home”.
For here are poets of great cheer, and others who come rally
‘round the campfires of great folks, each giving of their tally,
while some are great, and some are good, some certainly fair
beneath their lines of prophetic voice, they show they really care.
Sharing their lives, their loves, their loss, deep and quite sincere
but feeling sorry for themselves, well, sometimes that’s not here…
their words being more a lesson, one already quite well-learned,
if each poet wore a stripe, you would know it was well-earned.
There are those here who fought for their country
and some of them here are fighting for their lives
some have lost their friends so dear
others have lost their wives.
There are those that are the builders of hope
sprinkling around goodness for all to cling to and cope
others who can make music and sing to the soul
yet others who simply make you feel wonderful and whole.
And not everyone shares his gift in the same, sweet way
some verses are free, while other verses look to prey
upon your mind for awhile, give you thought, make you smile
but deep within the words of this site, you know they’ve gone the mile.
One young person exclaimed herself with wonder unto me
“why, I’m only here, feeding my soul, with all of this poetry”
so now I’ll fall gently within, and with my own poetic soul deal
while you go on, and prepare again, a poem for another soul’s meal.
May we all feed the multitudes that pass by.
7 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow