Acolyte Of Life

When I heard you ask: “Who did Poetry help?”

I chose beyond robust innovative cognition to respond

Above explicit emotional knowledge.

That rhythm and placement of words 

In Allegiance’s walls and Actuality’s scenes,

Nestle's interplay of rules and verses for therapies,

Germinate from phonaesthetics of missive essence.

From the scholarly wombs of troglodytes and initial pawang.

Oh, as a tasty obbligato of Enheduanna,

Ripples lure of unveiled imagination.

Arriving from pulses of the tunica adventitia.

Revolving and carousing the adytum of articulates.

Touring torch aerenchyma tips and lead sleeves of Earth’s arrhythmias. 

Tenderly clutching punctual peace and poise  

Of tasteful talented thermal junctions of taunting tattles.

The ABC, Rhyme, Shape, Verse, List, Lyric, and Name

Architecting and heeding to gifts obtainable by affection.

Knitting kind kneading knight of the Acrostic, Ballad, Ballade,

Epic, Elergy, Epigram, Epitaph, and Epithalamium.

The tatie target taupe of the Burlesque and Classicism.

Halcyon of the gravitational Villanelle, Sonnet, Terza Rima, and Sestina.

Eager electrical eaglets of the Haiku, Tanka, Senryu, Limerick, and Ghazal.

Hot nuclear haceks of Lay, Epic, Ode, Narrative, and Idyll

Emerging the elastic light, stir, and brilliant chemical sounds,

Round kinetic innate fusion of probable sonic virtues.

Of enhancing rectitude of modeling roles, 

Intrigued by the applied ethics of striking philosophic emulation.

Coiled around choicest vestments of fabulous epochs to prototypes

Surely, all plugged-in aspirations must reckon the hold,

Through thoughts by wrangle and lure of faith, 

About cynicism of Nature’s Hellenism, realism, and idealism, 

Gaiting the triumphal beauty, hauling Earth a mirror of Heavens,

Everywhere literary gadgets and ingredients 

Attempt to pitch in the intellectual sensors securely. 

Now you ask: “Who did Poetry help?”

Do you not see the mortal medics with stethoscopes,

Sail on seas of divulgence to transmit the certitude, 

Around nuclei of echoes of Ology?

Ventures of reflections divulge wills of routes and cost of phrases, 

Expressing eclectic edgy frequency of enzymatic Ere’s eyes,

Among the encapsulated exorcisms, exequies, euchre, and empathy,

Saving evince in equine, ermine, ethylene, and ecstasy. 

And then you ask: “Who did Poetry help?”

Halt from the Beez of living and attend to the echoes 

Every engine, envelope, and envoy of Planets’ esters evoke,

Read to circle the auspicious stretching, 

Of free accord of entities’ idealism and tryst, cultured in drives of the shaitans and saints.

Then, maybe, intellectual ideas may show you veiled truths 

Revolving and reinventing from rove ends, synthetic toes, and canvases,

Upon scaling roles of conduits’ conceptual complexities, 

Longing for intertextual experiments of people and elements,

Yearning for vaults of thrill amidst your yawns.

So that you may evolve into the tuft, ferrule, and handle,

However, your hands prefer to reveal exquisite cosmic missive 

Of your eternal grace ready to link you to multiverses’ placenta, 

Unweave your umbrage for poetry, 

Lay down your pride, hatch with the starry amniotic fluids,

Doozy your darcy perceptions, to poetry, in and out, beyond a dacha and dacite.