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stand up poet

They saw me as cold silver,
not hot enough to heat
then in the cauldron of flames,
hotter than sun did they heat
and out of minced meat
they created a genius

the credit goes to them
for casting silver,
tomorrow’s gold in a frame
where we will be held,
till we are old
then archived
then nature will submerge
then years hence beyond imagination
of a passing phase of time
someone will unearth the frame
paled, cleaned then polished
and some day
one day,
they will all say
a poet passed this way

But as on the threshold of time
along a cliff I stand waiting
a breeze stronger than my knees
till then will poets withstand a poetic hand
and within the blinking of an eye,
we all will be blown into the tunnel
the poet still calls
Time.....
time has not yet come
but twill!
till then let’s all remain sublime
till its time...

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to my poetry as a whole
and seal all loopholes
Tis a gift from thee
to the land of poetry
and
Loved bows to thee

I shall replace it shortly..

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he had asked me to post it
the pleasure is equally mine
as ur a poet just too fine
and help me too to refine

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he has converted it
into spoken words

smiles and tears roll down my eyes
I don't cry....
men don't cry!
at times its otherwise
like white lies!!!!!

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though you know I do not like self-referential poetry. It is ungenerous, excluding the reader who is not a poet. I purposely omitted one word.
https://soundcloud.com/user536630132/stand-up-poet-by-lovedly

cheers,
Jess
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This is the second one you have
spoken in your words
grateful thanks

Only how I wish
I could hear
as now I'm deaf
Jess my dear

YOU ,yes in caps
have made a poet out of me ...
the whole world can that now see

maybe the
'' Cancer poetry''
read by so many
you will also like it

thanks

That's a true story Jess
I don't cry
boys don't cry!
except otherwise
when tis like
white lies!!!!!!!

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