Standing Tall

Rebels with words  
Protesting to be heard  
A romantic at heart 


Wielding words to wow   
The damsel in distress 
Calling out an SOS 


For the attention of love  
Oh mine its cold outside, my knight 
Tonight the chill feels intense with intent 


A call out to the one with words 
Sat by the open fire, to tell stories, recite poems
And break chains the chill holds on me  


Like a knight to free his princesses 
On top of the castle in old fairy tales 
Like Joan of Arc,  full of bravery  


A social commentary, a political activist 
But don't let your words just be words 
With no meaning on intent  


Beating around the bush on acts
Be bold with words on commitments and deeds
Be Gandhi, be Luther King, be John Lennon  


No not just words, be Bob Geldoff 
Be more than just the words, be Helen Killer 
And inspire a generation, be Mandela  


But not if darkness 
Clouds your thought  
Like Hitler the writer, your heart  I query  


Leave that out 
Or see someone for help
Just don't add to the chill 

Subjective Perspective

A blow with a word strikes deeper
Than a blow with a sword 
Words are all we have 


Famously, frivolously, chitty chitty  
My girl says I make up words  
Sometimes I leave it blank, empty head in a room 


Meaning, this thing, "this thing" being my favourite line
Fills in the gap on thoughts, of  my missing words, read my mind 
Ok ok, time out, ours to hold, on hold, I remember word


Lets see, in pictures view  
Mirror, mirror, on the dictionary wall of words 
To whom is the word, best to behold 


This hold adds meaning in definitions expressed  
Thesaurus gives options, go on make my day 
On words to replace with, then with, them with  


Poets like big words, again with confusing conundrums 
As if methaphors are not  
Hard enough to decipher   


So brain works, brain food 
Brain storm, tic toc, tic toc,  sudoko
You should know by now


Already by now this is me ranting. 
But to t' point to be made, by now, on words with words
Chaos and order are two sides of the same coin 


So who holds order, ready in exchange for chaos 
Curiosity always gets the better of man in exchange 
I am heading towards order with word, patience,  me love 


The thing is, this thing is 
Poetry like abstract painting 
Needs subjective, perspective, rendition  


For the individual to make their own 
Mirror, mirror on the wall, this thing, with words 
Who is the most beautiful, of them all, to be used "subjective" 


Note: if you understood this poem, then you did better than I did

Talking Drums, Being Human

I am a man about with words,
Sometimes you may be right to think
The English dictionary resides in my head  


Making connections seamlessly  
Like the weave of tapestry effortlessly
I am a man about with words  


If I was to be a priest, blessed to preach  
Hallelujah to my last word sentence we speak
One of those charismatic priest 


I would have had a mega church  
To animate my actions and words on stages  
I am a man about with words  


A poet no less  
Self proclaimed  as thus  
For I am a man about with words  


Politician with a flair
I am to wow the crowd
I am a man about with words


Talking drums will mimics my verses 
Sending sound waves across the landscape
Announcing, there is a man about w' words


Philosophy will carry a message in abstract The wise excited of it's parable, 
While others ponder over meaning. 


But some times I just stammer on "the" 
Being tongue tied, like a dream of nightmare 
I am a man about with words  


Still only human
When the talking drums go silent
With words "slipping through my fingers"


I am a man about with words
Being human, talking drums
I am a man about with words

Repeat Sentences

I know so many words
From alphabets in letters play
To make words


I know so many words
Put together in form to form sentences
Phrases, into wise sayings


I know so many words
I say so many words I know
Put together to forms, in phrases, analysis 


But then mine got quoted, to me 
In wise saying, reversed order
Bequest advises, that I had


I was referenced in  a speech
Speaker's words spoken
By another directed at me, at my attention


I was referenced in  a speech 
To be the recipient of advise, "be attentive" 
Of lessons to learn, from words of wisdom


Then I asked with surprise, the wisdom it held 
To know the author of
Such wisdom, 'who said that'


"You did", replies in consequential 
"You did, don't you remember"
Replies ripples, echoes through ear drums
Sudden light switch in brain matter "awareness"


I know so many words
Like the preacher with verses
But some times, it all becomes foreign to comprehend  
Until repeat sentences,  I know so many words