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Jazz drips from my pen sometimes in a purple colour,
Pleating my loving quill which makes my emotion sway,
Into rivers of phenomenal champagne through ink,
Carefully crafted with community endeavor,
For the sake of my sanity and hopefully yours.
Ongoing diatribe or an articulate rhyme
Rush for their determined grave in history’s archives.
Untitled poems still fill the air with my passionate
Musings that never stop calling, never stop calling
For an emotional embrace or a touch from you
Offering a place of understanding or of grace.
Renderings of poetry speaking of my life
Want only the faceless background of a white page
Requiring only my love for poetical whit.
Initially this well of unending melody
Teased the unsuspecting eyes of invited victims
Escaping the possibilities of world fame
Resisting the temptations of an occupation
Since only dead poets really make any money.

submitted by
Jerry P. Quinn

great way to end that philosophical poem,
you made an acrostic more sophisticated,

wow! VERY nice Jer!

haha. LOVED the last line-great punchline.
amazing for having a set of words you had to use....