JPiC Forum For Writers
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
