Pen To Paper

As I put pen to paper

Struggling to make mere words appear

Beautiful and real

As though they may be not the words of norm

But of god

 

In the morning I started

And put pen to paper

Waiting for inspiration

To strike

 

One day I said to myself

This time I will write

A poem full of wit and humour, in spite

Of the constant distractions,

I’ll use my pen’s might

And start the fight

Towards inspiration

Willing it to strike

 

I know it won’t be easy

And for sure it’ll make me queasy

But I won’t give up

Nay I’ll say yup

Bring it on, oh lord

Give me a literary sword

One I can swing at the demons

Of vocabulary and rhyme

And slather them in slime

And on and on I climb

This mountain of discovery

 

I have too much on my mind

Thoughts best left behind

Of friends and foes

Neither who know of my woes

And who make me feel

That I’d much rather be alone

Than cry over mashed peas

 

Oh! What a sad and lonely world it is

Without love and friendship, you are amiss

In life and know not the greatest treasures

Which await you in huge measures

All you need is a map

To help you cross the gap

Between the known and the unknown

For it is in the latter that you need to seek

The secrets that you keep

Do not be shy or meek

For that will get you nowhere;

No, you need guts and courage

Not a weak mirage

Go into the great beyond

The road not taken

Uncharted territory, new skies and seas

Discover endlessly

Inside and out

For there is plenty to be felt

Plenty to be heard

And plenty to be seen

 

Knowledge is power

Truth is a weapon and a curse

Wisdom is attained through age

Do not cower

Be a lion

Get out of your cage!