Blow the ram’s twisted horn
Rally poets to pick-up their pens or keyboards
To articulate their wounded cries.
Unburden the rumbling beast
That’s loitering within your breast
Your voiceless cries
Are festering and fermenting
And bottled-up in prison of your mind.
Expunge those enmities
For your sanity and catharsis.
Poems heal the bleeding soul.
Corral the galloping white horse on Main
Where youth seeks illusions to bury their pain
Save Emily’s friend before she reaches Main
Let not the search be in vain.
Poems heal the restless soul.
Sign “The Kyoto Accord”
Save your children,
My children, everyone’s children
Save the whales, porpoises, and otters
From the poisons of our making.
Heal our fragile wounded earth
Sign “The Kyoto Accord”.
Poems heal the fragile soul.
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Poems are good for the soul; not only writing them, but to read them. I find peace in your writing. Julie
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