THE POET'S PEN
Lenora Love Whiteside
With this pen I write --
From the inner being of my soul
I wonder do other spirits understand
Fully the plight of a poet?
When she cried at twilight
Seems her shadow aids her beck and call
The poets' pen power from within
Can it change the world?
Shall it be the solution to pollution
Or the answer to world affairs?
Calamity and Tragedy through the storms
The twins cried loudly
Is there any one there,
Surely does anyone care?
The homeless poor
Whom eats from trash cans outside my door
With this pen I write --
From the inner being of my soul
As the years go by
I realize, life is too abort
Loved ones and strangers battle in court
Am I the only one a fool?
The word of God is true
As close as my shadow may appear to be
He can't save me
Lips that speak tales of damnation
Hands that shed innocent blood
with a stroke of a pen
The Angels will report everything you do
It will face you again soon
Every deed done in our body good or bad
Every spoken word shall be dished back
On a judgement scepter spoon
Invitations to eat drink and be merry
Performances of plight in the night
skeletons in secret closets
With this pen I write
From the inner being of my soul --
The Poets Pen!
(c)2005, Lenora Love Whiteside,
Poet & Spoken Word Artist
Email: LenoraLove@poetic.com
Website: www.LenoraLove.com
