I am bestowed with astonishment
And beleaguered by admonishment
That the story here is very sad
And hope is just gravely as bad
Give thanks that soon a deluge shall appear
And alas we will not have to feel so queer
The silence long and lasting echoes
And throws of woes of empty ghettos
I feel the fingertips are near
And overcoming all the terrible fear
That leaves these white open spaces blank
And conjoins of thoughts so very frank
I know it is coming to this place
And lots of wonderful sites will grace
Huge volumes of Poets storied tales
Are right this minute about to become unveiled
Talents mustered like cattle throng
Lying still waiting to burst into song
Heartbeats thunderous noise surrounds
Like innocent children sitting down to ground
Now hear and hark and listen close
We can all celebrate with a generous toast
When pages flood to over filled joy
Just like the smile of a wee small boy
Knock not the content savage and true
As long as your message does get through
Throw out your breast in sacrifice is laid
No critique here will allay us to be staid
We are as one in the fragility of fruition
It matters not if the cracks are of volition
Learning on a curve to a higher level
Will bring are typing to fly like the devil
So now the time has come to confront
And prove that we are able to bear the brunt
Spread the word in any manner of prose
It is bound to come out here smelling like a rose
Stu [stumacsu] Stuart Charles Mackenzie
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