We Are Poets

This is a re-post of a poem that I wrote several years ago.  I am re-posting because I feel strongly that there is so much garbage floating around that WE all need to be reminded of what it is to be a poet

We are poets, the recipients

Of a Divine spark that enables us

To set fire with our words

To the hearts of men and women

Who we will never know.

Our words will somehow

Live forever and ever

And someone some time

Will read or hear them

And know what was in our hearts

In these troubled days

I spoke recently of undying dream

That may be in danger of being lost

But it can never be lost

As long as there are TRUE POETS

Those who feel the fire in our heads

Springing from the fire in our hearts

And flowing out from us to a darkening world

We must write of the dream

Not so much for fame or praise

But because we have been given

A Divine Charge The Gift of Poetry

And it our duty to use that gift

To keep the dream alive

Not only to sing or nature

And loves lost or found

But of the dream of Camelot

The dream of Merlin

The dream of Magna Carta

The dream of Washington

And Franklin and Jefferson

And the Dream of Jesus

That a good person is better than a bad person

That one who struggles is nobler in failure

Than one who doesn't try at all

And that men and women are all created equal

And that our principals are more important than our lives

And to use evil methods

Because our enemies are evil

Guarantees that history will

Be unable to tell us apart.

We can start a fire that will

Engulf the planet that is loves own fire.

We Can

But will We?

October 19 2006