Cyclone of ingenuity, from wondrous minds
Chaos with beauty, abstract blind
Miracles are more with believe hold
Than can be said of perfection stands
And so I would worry not, old friend
The edge is always to be with fright
Doubter; this is the DNA of innovation, I told you of
I told you so, when the unexpected becomes a triumph
And believers gather with praise and pride as affiliates
A few unknown characters, join in with claps
Their voices being heard louder than thou
Hallelujah to thy name, sang by the new converts
I would not want to have all the answers
From such characters local, skeptics
Mystery of existence is the glory of life
To go against the odds, with honors reward
So for my alma maters I create thee a believe
For my mantra I add a line
Cyclone of ingenuity, from wondrous minds
Chaos with beauty, abstract blind, I see through
Like the refrain at the opening and closing of this poem very much.
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Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful piece given the accompanying picture. Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteDIFFERENT EXPRESSIONS BUT ALL LIES WITH DNA!!!
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