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MAN is a SONG
and a dance
so strong
that even the stars
line up
to guide us ALONG
.and the DRUMS roll
a beat for the SOUL
IF TIME can SIGH
& LOOK into my MIND
STOP MEin the morning
when the DAY is YOUNG
THE POET PAINTS
words in the sky
WHERE THE STARS
ARE HUNG.
RUNG BY RUNG
and with the beating
of Time
the SONG IS SUNG
MUSIC began
in the DANCE
of MAN
& SKIES
picked up the CRIES
in the fading Sun
WHEN MUSIC DIES
IT ONLY DIES down
to RISE
to pick up the beat
rushing the SKIES
NOT NOW
SAID the Raven
& no more
NEVER MORE.
These small man things
MUST get a second chance
2 GET UP
from the FLOOR
MAN is a SONG
and a dance so strong
that even the stars
line up
to guide us ALONG.
and the DRUMS roll
a beat for the SOUL
IF TIME can SIGH
& LOOK into my MIND
IT sees the wind slip BY
the leaf TREMBLES
EARTH assembles
MASSES NEARBY
ONLY the kind
& MEEK CAN TRY
2 pull the music
from the SKY
AND the drums
rat a tat tat
around the FIRE
DANCES break into the air
and HIGHER
EVEN a comedy finds a kiss
love breaks outwith out a MISS
In the early wild
the drums led man
like a stumbling child
flutes, and horns and pipes
in hand dancing around
AND THE STRINGS
MELT A TUNE to
a FIRE in the SAND.
SOUND BITES of HEVN
TAKE the floor
A FEW GOOD PEOPLE
dribble more
a RAY OF HOPE
in a hungry mind’s EYE
tells love HI
THE POET CRIES
HEAR the horns
in the SKIES
WILD IS GONE
& MAN STANDS ALONE
a MESSAGE in music
with many more
GOOD beginnings
and a few GOOD BYES
AND I go
trembling by
working on TIME
TO MAKE THESE TATTERS
into a song
MAN LIVES BY
This is good poem on the rise and fall of music whereby man has invented it.
Sounds great! I love all of your poems!