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Freedom's A Cage

Freedom's a cage
The door is this page
Here is only me
Words are my key
Through pen and ink
I now see what I think
Some thoughts happy
Some sad
Sometimes good
Sometimes bad
But all is truth
These words are my proof
Of loves and hates
Enemies and mates
The balance of existing to be
A part of all I can see
Sometimes weak
Sometimes strong
Seeking myself and where I belong
Oh! To feel the tension
Of the unanswered question
Facing my fears
Through years of tears
Balancing my life along the edge of the knife
Chancing my luck
Upon courage I pluck
Not bowing to greeds
Blessed with my needs
Taking my time
Wondering in rhyme
Oh! Yes! Out of this cage
And relax on this page
Now you all see
Little ole me…

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RUMBUSTIOUS KISS

I send you a rumbustious kiss
That weeps passion
That cries with the joy of lust
And love is a home in my head

I send you a pickled heart-preserve
That is broken on hope
That has shed its blood-red tear
And woe is a mansion for my soul

I send you the pumping sap of my veins
Which is glue for my thoughts
That feeds greed to my need
And love is a hole in my head

© Tim Rees

Poetry in motion

 

Arguably, poetry had withered away and all the would-be poets have become singer songwriters or just lyricists. The few die-hards who remained steadfastly loyal to the age-old graft of crafting a poem would, I have no doubt, condemn me for uttering such blasphemy, but whereas the poet was once celebrated by a society that placed the master wordsmiths on high pedastals, nowadays poetry is practiced by a few who gather in dark corners and twitch with the tics of the misunderstood artist. They were so misunderstood in fact, the audience had dispersed leaving just a few lice infested tramps who actually were sleeping off their last binge on the meths bottle and, unknown to the aspiring poets, they were left to recite to each other in whispering madness... But now, of course, poetry is experiencing a small rennaissance and, as I am particularly fickle and vain, I thought I might hitch a short ride on the back of this poetry wave and spreadforth my own seeds of inspired thought...

If you are a poet or an editor of a poetry rag and wish to discover an audience for your inspiration, contact the editor of this website. Should we feel your poetry or magazine deserves a dedicated feature page we will create the page and add it to the website for free. Feature pages of your work can also be purchased or we can link to your own website for a small fee. Prices for a simple text link will be around £100 per year, an image ad around £500 per year and individual feature pages created as part of the website will be around £1000 per year.

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